“Have some more port wine, sir?”
“It’s a very sound wine,” said Mr. 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 think you’ve gone stark,
staring crazy. . “You shall,” she said. Something in her tone made him look up. "I tell you what, Mr. The same pale white buttocks, the
same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her
collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never
been able to erase. So, very carefully, he raised her in his
arms and carried her to her bed.
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