In the heart of the jungle the
dog had his private muck baths. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. They leave them
out of novels—these incompatibilities. Anyone would be
intrigued. Who is the other?”
“What other?”
Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. ” A birthday present of a microscope had turned his mind to technical
microscopy when he was eighteen, and a chance friendship with a Holborn
microscope dealer had confirmed that bent. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one
side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words
warmed her cheek. Then he
turned to Anna. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never
seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. What she
admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions. "The devil you have! Then, perhaps, you can tell me when he intends to put his
threat into execution?"
"What threat?" asked Jackson. She felt smaller and more adventurous even
than she had expected to feel. “You are going to treat me as though I wasn’t.
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