“I feared we might have a fog. She
shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind. 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. "
The hint was not lost upon Wood. But the aunt seized her in her arms and rocked with her. ” She said. That turned her mind to the more
generalized aspects of her perplexities again. . “Can you take any from me?”
“No, I won’t do that. There's nothing so sad in this world as an old fool," she added.
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