Chapter 10: VIII

VIII The East Wind As Hypatia went forth the next morning, in all her glory, with a crowd of philosophers and philosophasters, students, and fine gentlemen, following her in reverend admiration across the street to her lecture-room, a ragged beggar-man, accompanied by a huge and villainous-looking dog, planted himself right before her, and extending a dirty hand, whined for an alms. Hypatia, whose refined taste could never endure the sight, much less the contact, of anything squalid an…