Ann Veronica, a modern love story eBook

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to a various literature upon the markings of butterflies, the incomprehensible elaboration and splendor of birds of Paradise and humming-birds’ plumes, the patterning of tigers, and a leopard’s spots.  He was interesting and inconclusive, and the original papers to which he referred her discursive were at best only suggestive.  Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time.  He displayed a quite unprofessional vein of mysticism in the matter.  He contrasted with Russell, whose intellectual methods were, so to speak, sceptically dogmatic.  Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time.

But as the students sat about Miss Garvice’s tea-pot and drank tea or smoked cigarettes, the talk got away from Capes.  The Scotchman informed Ann Veronica that your view of beauty necessarily depended on your metaphysical premises, and the young man with the Russell-like hair became anxious to distinguish himself by telling the Japanese student that Western art was symmetrical and Eastern art asymmetrical, and that among the higher organisms the tendency was toward an external symmetry veiling an internal want of balance.  Ann Veronica decided she would have to go on with Capes another day, and, looking up, discovered him sitting on a stool with his hands in his pockets and his head a little on one side, regarding her with a thoughtful expression.  She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise.

He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room.

Part 7

Then one day a little thing happened that clothed itself in significance.

She had been working upon a ribbon of microtome sections of the developing salamander, and he came to see what she had made of them.  She stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section after another.  She looked down at him and saw that the sunlight was gleaming from his cheeks, and that all over his cheeks was a fine golden down of delicate hairs.  And at the sight something leaped within her.

Something changed for her.

She became aware of his presence as she had never been aware of any human being in her life before.  She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things.  They were, she realized, acutely beautiful things.  Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table.  She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond measure.  The perception of him flooded her being.

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