Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who
wrote novels ought to be strung up. The Bitchster strikes again. “Can’t you SEE how things are?” she said. ”
Annabel laughed softly. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. 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. ‘I only
wish I might have won her confidence. ’
Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came
sweeping to the surface. ‘So now you will
please to go away and leave me to my business.
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