‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. She is very bright. There happened that year to be an unusual proportion of girls and women in the advanced laboratory, perhaps because the class as a whole was an exceptionally small one. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. There was absolute quiet. “I see the pointer,” she said. He pressed the bloody wrist into her mouth, and she though she could not feel it or 72 control it, she knew she was being made to swallow. “Have to take your turn,” he remarked laconically. It has. It was rigged up for the occasion as it has been many a time before.
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