And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons. ’ Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. Living’s just material. Why should some things and not others open the deeps?” “Well, that might, after all, be an outcome of selection—like the preference for blue flowers, which are not nearly so bright as yellow, of some insects. It has been a real honeymoon trip, Annabel, for I feel that it has given me a wife.
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