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F. "You speak English better than I do," said O'Higgins, as the coolies jogged
across the bridge toward the gate. Parbleu, but must she do this all through the house?
Evidently she must, for not only could she not properly see the paintings and
portraits that hung on the walls, but she was in imminent danger of bumping into
the sheet-shrouded furniture. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant
across from each other. It was just such a bedroom as she would have
chosen for herself. This
was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with
his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. Then suddenly he seized a new
preparation bottle that stood upon his table and contained the better part of a
week’s work—a displayed dissection of a snail, beautifully done—and hurled it
across the room, to smash resoundingly upon the cemented floor under the
bookcase; then, without either haste or pause, he swept his arm along a shelf of
re-agents and sent them to mingle with the debris on the floor. ‘His granddaughter?’
‘Yes, his son’s daughter. Still, it was true about men. “You’ll be there, right?”
She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump.
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