But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. . Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. ’ ‘What heir?’ ‘Exactly. That is an evil place!” She cried. So was I, in fact. 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. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. Then she was out of the door and running, fast.
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