” “We will go to a very quiet place,” he assured her, “a place where I have often taken my own sisters. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. And it's a maxim of universal application: or, at least, of universal practice. 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. The stench is everywhere. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below.
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