” “Do you think of these things—these matters—as belonging to our Higher Nature or our Lower?” “I don’t deal in Higher Things, I tell you,” said Ann Veronica, “or Lower, for the matter of that. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. Then he turned with a fierce movement to take her into his arms. 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. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit.
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