He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his “hobby. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. He seemed to avoid meeting Anna’s eyes as much as possible. "Who is it, Bess?" "How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. He thanked God for this talent of his. Just a friendly polite suggestion. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say.
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