She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be thinking about biology. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. E. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. Aren't we funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she isn't. No matter. And catching hold of Thames, he quitted the deck. Gerald sighed. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was.
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