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253 < 32 > LUCY GOES TO DINNER Mike and Lucy trudged over to the Vorsack’s house. " "You did not hear her when she spoke to her father; I did. ” He said mischievously. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. ‘Do not beg my pardon. Why did you go back to your old look? Don’t take it personally, Lucy, but sometimes you look like you are trying to dress ‘poor’ or something. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. There was a short, red-faced, resolute youth who inherited an authoritative attitude upon bacteriology from his father; a Japanese student of unassuming manners who drew beautifully and had an imperfect knowledge of English; and a dark, unwashed Scotchman with complicated spectacles, who would come every morning as a sort of volunteer supplementary demonstrator, look very closely at her work and her, tell her that her dissections were “fairish,” or “very fairish indeed,” or “high above the normal female standard,” hover as if for some outbreak of passionate gratitude and with admiring retrospects that made the facetted spectacles gleam like diamonds, return to his own place.
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