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. Her eardrums
were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. ‘But you said—’
Gerald tutted. The rich, heavy
food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles.
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