Wood uttered something like an imprecation. Then suddenly he seized a new preparation bottle that stood upon his table and contained the better part of a week’s work—a displayed dissection of a snail, beautifully done—and hurled it across the room, to smash resoundingly upon the cemented floor under the bookcase; then, without either haste or pause, he swept his arm along a shelf of re-agents and sent them to mingle with the debris on the floor. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. In fact, one of them was downright sceptical. She felt her forehead repeatedly break out in a light sweat. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. “I am the most foolish of men.
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