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dissecting with Philip.
‘All right, I’ll be here then.’
He had bought the day before the case of instruments
which was needful, and now he was given a locker. He
looked at the boy who had accompanied him into the dis-
secting-room and saw that he was white.
‘Make you feel rotten?’ Philip asked him.
‘I’ve never seen anyone dead before.’
They walked along the corridor till they came to the
entrance of the school. Philip remembered Fanny Price.
She was the first dead person he had ever seen, and he re-
membered how strangely it had affected him. There was an
immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead:
they did not seem to belong to the same species; and it
was strange to think that but a little while before they had
spoken and moved and eaten and laughed. There was some-
thing horrible about the dead, and you could imagine that
they might cast an evil influence on the living.
‘What d’you say to having something to eat?’ said his new
friend to Philip.
They went down into the basement, where there was a
dark room fitted up as a restaurant, and here the students
were able to get the same sort of fare as they might have at
an aerated bread shop. While they ate (Philip had a scone
and butter and a cup of chocolate), he discovered that his
companion was called Dunsford. He was a fresh-com-
plexioned lad, with pleasant blue eyes and curly, dark hair,
large-limbed, slow of speech and movement. He had just
come from Clifton.

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