Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. Sheppard, fervently. 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. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. The room was intimate and wonderful to her with its shadows now cast over the girlish menagerie of stuffed animals. ‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére.
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