"--I might have gone on for years upon years, collecting statistics
and ploughing out conclusions. . . . I begin to believe in the
calculated interposition of Providence. . . . On the critical moment
of transference the bridge breaks behind me. I have lost all my
baggage. But, on the other shore, I have the jewel.
"--Listen, my boy. . . . The end of me may be empiricism. . . . They
have destroyed eight years' work, and I have nothing left of it but
memories of data which I can't produce for evidence--worthless, that
is, for a man of my scientific conscience. _En revanche_ and on the
other side of the stream I find I have _it_; to carry on and test
upon a fellow-man I have the diamond to cut all glass. With the
brute beasts it was all observation, much of it uncertain.
Henceforth it will be clean experiment. Farrell accused me of
practising vivisection. As a matter of fact, I never did. Now I'm
going to, and on Farrell."
Jimmy arose on pretence of seeking a match, and leaned his elbow on
the mantelpiece while he stared into the fire.
"Oh, I say, Professor!" he blurted out.
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