“I can’t. 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. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich
to the stall as to command all that it had to offer. Hanging about!
And they start thinking and asking questions, and begin to be neither one thing
nor the other. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a
roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than
Shari’s low cut numbers. "Ruth?" he called. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly
stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. ” The ants seemed to salute in attention.
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