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Ann Veronica wiped a scalpel, put a card over a watch-glass containing thin shreds of embryonic guinea-pig swimming in mauve stain, and dismantled her microscope. To Breanna for believing in this project at every step. She meditated profoundly through several enormous cold hours on all that had happened and all that she had done since the swirl of the suffrage movement had submerged her personal affairs. The general propositions of Socialism, for example, struck her as admirable, but she certainly did not extend her admiration to any of its exponents. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. She wished she had not stood up. ” He seemed bored. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. “Good-looking rascal she met at Worthing.
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