"No, I don't. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed only a translated generalization of that assertion. He lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch at a time. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. She was consumed by misery and hate. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. Perhaps I deceived you about it. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris.
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