She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. Tender with the sick, firm with the strong, fearless, with a body that had the resistance of iron, there was nothing of the hypocrite in him. “What a little brick!” he murmured. You seemed, he thought, to have some grievance which you would not explain and which he thought must arise from a misunderstanding. They went to the Zoological Gardens together one Saturday to see for themselves a point of morphological interest about the toucan’s bill—that friendly and entertaining bird—and they spent the rest of the afternoon walking about and elaborating in general terms this theme and the superiority of intellectual fellowship to all merely passionate relationships.
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