Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. It was
warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. The conceit of Howard Spurlock in imagining he knew what mental suffering
was! But Enschede was right: Ruth must never know. 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. I have hurt and
snubbed poor Teddy. The Ragged Edge. ’
So pat, thought Gerald. ’
‘Perfectly correct, my boy. ’
‘And you believe her?’ asked Lucilla, raising her brows. But I want to know what you are doing. You disgust me. His shoulders were bent, his face was
furrowed with wrinkles.
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