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she　sniffed　a　new　odour　in　it；　it　meant　something；　though　she

did　not　know　what　it　meant。　But　she　gathered　it　up：　it　was

significant。　When　she　knew　that：

x2…y2　=　（x　＋　y）（x…y）

then　she　felt　that　she　had　grasped　something；　that　she　was

liberated　into　an　intoxicating　air；　rare　and　unconditioned。　And

she　was　very　glad　as　she　wrote　her　French　exercise：

〃J'AI　DONNE　LE　PAIN　A　MON　PETIT　FRERE。〃

In　all　these　things　there　was　the　sound　of　a　bugle　to　her

heart；　exhilarating；　summoning　her　to　perfect　places。　She　never

forgot　her　brown　〃Longman's　First　French　Grammar〃；　nor　her　〃Via

Latina〃　with　its　red　edges；　nor　her　little　grey　Algebra　book。

There　was　always　a　magic　in　them。

At　learning　she　was　quick；　intelligent；　instinctive；　but　she

was　not　〃thorough〃。　If　a　thing　did　not　e　to　her

instinctively；　she　could　not　learn　it。　And　then；　her　mad　rage　of

loathing　for　all　lessons；　her　bitter　contempt　of　all　teachers

and　schoolmistresses；　her　recoil　to　a　fierce；　animal　arrogance

made　her　detestable。

She　was　a　free；　unabateable　animal；　she　declared　in　her

revolts：　there　was　no　law　for　her；　nor　any　rule。　She　existed　for

herself　alone。　Then　ensued　a　long　struggle　with　everybody；　in

which　she　broke　down　at　last；　when　she　had　run　the　full　length

of　her　resistance；　and　sobbed　her　heart　out；　desolate；　and

afterwards；　in　a　chastened；