They went to the Zoological Gardens together one Saturday to see for themselves a point of morphological interest about the toucan’s bill—that friendly and entertaining bird—and they spent the rest of the afternoon walking about and elaborating in general terms this theme and the superiority of intellectual fellowship to all merely passionate relationships. Death belongs to God, young man. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. Now you can understand why I have been obliged to——” “Yes, yes, I understand that,” Courtlaw interrupted. Old pupil.
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