“My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. He had mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when she had wandered into the library. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse. Bête, she told herself fiercely.
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