“I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. “You are very stupid, Anna,” she said. She took her hat from the peg in the corner and began to put it on. She had but to choose. The boy’s besotted. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. 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. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to a halt. Michelle laughed, saying that she could only guess. “I didn’t know Mr. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work.
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