"V'ere are my records, my opportunities for
observation? Has t'e beautiful Mees Veensheep no regard for science?"
"You've always said she hadn't, and pretended to be glad of it; I won't
contradict," I returned. "But hurry up with your records; it doesn't need
science or the newspapers, does it, to tell you that the beautiful Miss
Winship cannot go about very freely?"
"Ach, no," said he humbly; for he could not look upon my face and hold his
anger. "If I haf not alreaty gifen to Mees Veensheep t'e perfect beauty
t'at I promised, I cannot conceive greater perfection. You are satisfied
vit' our vork--vit' me?"
"Yes, I'm satisfied," I said coolly.
Just as soon as I could, I left him. Oh, I ought to be grateful, more than
ever grateful now that the Bacillus has won for me the most blessed of
earth's gifts--the gift of love. But I'm not; I wish I might never again
see Prof. Darmstetter; he reminds me--he makes me feel unreal. As for his
records, the experiment is finished. We have succeeded, and I want to
enjoy our success and forget its processes. And why not? He knows in his
heart that we have no further need of each other.
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