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It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in Paris, not Anna. 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. "I've known several cases where the ignominious doom I've mentioned has been foretold by such an accident as has just befallen you. ’ ‘About me?’ The lady’s lashes fluttered and her fan came up. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. I admit it. ’ ‘You surprise me. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself.
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