Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. He was a little embarrassed. 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. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. Their very furniture had mysteriously a high-browed quality, and Mr. She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed.
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