Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. She remembered abruptly that she was really living upon his money. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. Was it that the struggle of things to survive produced as a sort of necessary byproduct these intense preferences and appreciations, or was it that some mystical outer thing, some great force, drove life beautyward, even in spite of expediency, regardless of survival value and all the manifest discretions of life? She went to Capes with that riddle and put it to him very carefully and clearly, and he talked well—he always talked at some length when she took a difficulty to him—and sent her to a various literature upon the markings of butterflies, the incomprehensible elaboration and splendor of birds of Paradise and hummingbirds’ plumes, the patterning of tigers, and a leopard’s spots. “You have them both,” Anna answered. ” “You are wonderful!” she murmured. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there. ‘I try to be. “No,” she said at last; “I’m a human being—not a timid female. I’ve—dreads. And at the sight something leaped within her.
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