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His smile faded. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait
ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. 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. “Then we go on to this place, the Oeschinensee. She had tasted freedom now, and so far she had not felt the need of
protection.
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