“Well,” said Capes, at length, “we’ve to go down, Ann Veronica. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. Like appendicitis. Fritz flailed against his mother wildly, crying generous tears. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. And she, she in her own person too, was this eternal Bios, beginning again its recurrent journey to selection and multiplication and failure or survival.
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