Then Mr. “What do you mean, Annabel? You only knew Mr. A cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. 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. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. “It—it—must come,” she faltered.
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