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Into one of these he waded and rolled and
rolled, despite her commands. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. ’
‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand
and digging it into her sleeve. 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. Why in
heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’
‘What are you talking of?’
‘Never mind that now. The streets were full of colour. Spurling, drily. Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a
small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. Three a week is my allowance, and,
if I get short ones, four.
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