“Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate. He glanced up. ” “For example?” “Your dyed hair. Miss Stanley reflected on this proposal for a moment. ‘Of course. He did not look at her directly, though she fantasized that she could 141 feel his stares from the back of the class on occasion. He’s the handle of life for you. He smiled complacently. "I feel like work," he lied. 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. She was alarmed at how little her husband Gianfrancesco packed for the trip, leaving behind his best scarlet and black lucco, which he wore for every business and political meeting.
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