But we waste time. She was alarmed at how little her husband
Gianfrancesco packed for the trip, leaving behind his best
scarlet and black lucco, which he wore for every business
and political meeting. "He acts queerly, too. "I did not know … that it was … like that!" She stepped back;
but as his hands fell she caught and held them tightly. 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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