‘Mad as
hatters!’
‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. He led
her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’
access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the
chapel. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. A faint, delightfully humorous smile
parted her lips. ”
“I am very much afraid,” Anna answered, “that it was. ”
“How dull you are,” the lady remarked. But there
is something in your voice that makes me distrust you. “Holy shit!”
Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles
and reverberated by metal desks. 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 safety lay in pretense—that
what she saw was as a tale twice told.
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