“I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. That he was hot and breathless was of no matter; in that moment he would have faced a dozen Samsons. It’s an instinct.
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