![]() ![]() If she had to guess, she would have said that the exam was going adequately. Through her anxiety, Connie Goodwin felt a flutter of satisfaction tingle somewhere in her chest, and she permitted herself to bask in the sensation for a moment. The other professors on the panel smiled back at Chilton. A sour hint of nausea bubbled up in the back of her throat, and she swallowed. Connie picked up on the shift in his voice immediately, and she knew then that her qualifying examination was finally drawing to a close. Whenever Chilton felt especially pleased with himself his voice became ironic, bantering: an incongruous affectation that grated on his graduate students. "But we are not quite done with you yet, Miss Goodwin." ![]() He surveyed the other four faces that ringed the conference table. "It would appear that we are nearly out of time," announced Manning Chilton, one glittering eye fixed on the thin pocket watch chained to his vest. ![]()
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