and Mrs. " "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. Ennison looked down on him in disgust. He's rewriting Poe and De Maupassant; and that stuff was good only when Poe and De Maupassant wrote it. 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. I can decide for myself. You can come back for these, for you’ll carry him to the gatehouse, that’s what you’ll do.
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