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That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. I heard John was talking about you again from Jenny McIntyre. She had pushed aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded, enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the Taschhorn and Dom. Melusine seized her chance. 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. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. ” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. " "Because he said he was a Yale man?" "That might be it. “Second class,” said some one, but first and second were all alike to her.
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