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description of the Asthenic type. It was-in its successful examples-very retentive. It didn't just bob up and come back. This type stuck it out. But then, of course, it could concentrate its attention. And that, it was quite clear, Miss Potts couldn't do.
This time she didn't even put the book down. She simply let it sag on her lap. Her eyes went out of focus; her ear, like a badly adjusted phonograph, slipped back into the old groove of the record and ground out the same passage with exasperating repetition. "Well" (what a queer word with which to start things, last fossil of an extinct optimism), "well, it's really all up. We've got to face facts. There's nothing more we can do." She had come away from the common room when for the third time the discussion, so affable and so futile, so reasonable and frank on the surface, so just-underthe-surface panicky, had come around to that helpful conclusion.
The common room at Batscombe School was, Miss Potts was used to thinking, perhaps the best clearinghouse for intelligent views in the whole country. When she had joined the school staff she had felt that, in a way, she had reached, if not the top of the tree, at least quite a remarkable elevation. Where else would you meet birds of so many feathers, of such wide ranges of flight, and so voluble? Everything was discussed: nothing was taboo. Here was the- peak of progressive education.
Miss Potts came from St. Margaret's, Oxford. She was the elder daughter of a widowed lawyer, who had been proud of his angular child. "Bits of her mind," he used to say to

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