. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. “Both. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. "You'll feel better after it. One doesn’t want to lose a grain. "I shall kill her if I stay longer," muttered her son, completely terrified. 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. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind.
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