She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. A deep silence, however, now prevailed, broken only by the tolling of the bells of Newgate and St. Saint Giles's Round-house. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night. There was a short, red-faced, resolute youth who inherited an authoritative attitude upon bacteriology from his father; a Japanese student of unassuming manners who drew beautifully and had an imperfect knowledge of English; and a dark, unwashed Scotchman with complicated spectacles, who would come every morning as a sort of volunteer supplementary demonstrator, look very closely at her work and her, tell her that her dissections were “fairish,” or “very fairish indeed,” or “high above the normal female standard,” hover as if for some outbreak of passionate gratitude and with admiring retrospects that made the facetted spectacles gleam like diamonds, return to his own place. She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. She were that miserable. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. He looked eager and flushed and troubled.
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