John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. It was now evident that he had not been normal that first day. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. 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. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means.
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