As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. He sucked at her neck, biting her hard, leaving red marks that disappeared as soon as he made them. ‘Yes, that is what the nuns they said of me. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. 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. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends.
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