Day after day for a measured hour in the lecture-theatre, with elaborate power
and patience, Russell pieced together difficulty and suggestion, instance and
counter-instance, in the elaborate construction of the family tree of life. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think
the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The
abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white
sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you
really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets
without giving any return?”
“I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to
accept the full meaning of her words. ’
‘That is silly. Who are they?"
Mr. The doctor and another man were by his bedside when they
entered the room, and there were writing materials which had evidently been
used close at hand.
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