"I've counted ten coffins so far. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be thinking about biology. It developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners. The man’s as obstinate as a mule. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. “We settled long ago—we’re hard stuff. I have read that authors are very selfish and self-centred. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. Vorsack would staunchly disapprove of his attire, said nothing anyway. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. ” She stopped short.
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