Summary

Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr The Scientist and the Shop-Girl (1909)

At eleven o'clock the following morning, bold as a buccaneer boarding a brig, Blair entered the glove-shop, hoping his courage would stand by him for the next few minutes. There were several customers within, but the girl he sought was disengaged for the moment. He strode directly towards her, and she, seeing his approach and recognising him, shrank back against the cardboard boxes on the shelves behind her, her eyelids fluttering with fear. No slave was more helpless at the menace of a master.
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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr The Scientist and the Shop-Girl (1909)

As showing the eternal fitness of things, Blair's candles were all in bottles. He seized one, pushed aside his inebriated housekeeper, and dashed down the stairs. The tall lady in furs smiled up at him. He was as unkempt as ever, and throttling a bottle by the neck that held a guttering candle, haloed by the fog, he resembled some quaint demon of the Middle Ages engaged in alchemy.
"May I come up?" she asked.
"Of course. I came down for you. Steer clear of the landlady," he whispered. "She's a little overcome by the effect of the weather. Beastly day, isn't it?"
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Portrait of Robert Barr Robert Barr The Scientist and the Shop-Girl (1909)

I am a pupil of the renowned Professor Marling."
"Marling!" sneered Blair. "That incompetent charlatan! Always writing about himself and his precious so-called discoveries in the ignorant newspapers."
"My dear sir, Professor Marling is the most charming of men. He teaches a class of more than forty pupils."
"I dare say. It is always the biggest quack that gathers the greatest number of patients. He's no scientific man—he's what we call a popularity hunter."
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