Beatrice by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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"What do you know--French and German?" "Yes." "Latin?" "Yes, I know something of it." "Greek?" "I can read it fairly, but I am not a Greek scholar." "Mathematics?" "No, I gave them up. There is no human nature about mathematics. They work everything to a fixed conclusion that must result. Life is not like that; what ought to be a square comes out a right angle, and _x_ always equals an unknown quantity, which is never ascertained till you are dead." "Good gracious!" thought Geoffrey to himself between the strokes of the paddle, "what an extraordinary girl. A flesh-and-blood blue-stocking, and a lovely one into the bargain. At any rate I will bowl her out this time." "Perhaps you have read law too?" he said with suppressed sarcasm. "I have read some," she answered calmly. "I like law, especially Equity law; it is so subtle, and there is such a mass of it built upon such |
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