This
was the bitterest hour he had ever known. “I’ll bring it to-morrow. "Devilish nice ham you've got here!—capital pie!—and, as I live, a flask of
excellent canary. I can’t even carry a
tune with a bucket. ”
Part 2
Then it was the expostulations really began. "
The Jew snatched up the link, and followed him. “We’ve made out but we haven’t had sex. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his
wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking
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about his intimacies with you! Then you became
pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like
the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your
womb pronounced. But why do you ask?"
"Because—" stammered the boy. 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.
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