"Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. “Etherialized monkey,” she said. 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. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour.
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