“Love should be enough, John, but it never is. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. ‘I have a very good mind to do so, imbecile. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. We’ll run away together, we’ll elope. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. ” She replied weakly. She twisted her fingers tightly. 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.
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