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’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny. E. Gerald swore. Apart from everything else, this meeting of ours is a breach of a good rule. Something as yet unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her beliefs. 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. In the next place, she really had some pretensions to beauty. It was no marriage at all. net 1. As Mrs. E. ’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled.
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