“Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. They watched the chimpanzees in the new apes’ house, and admired the gentle humanity of their eyes—“so much more human than human beings”—and they watched the Agile Gibbon in the next apartment doing wonderful leaps and aerial somersaults. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. ” “Auntie?” asked Constance, who was conversant with Ann Veronica’s affairs. But finding all continue silent, he cautiously lifted the latch, and crept into the room, resolved to punish the offender in case his suspicions should prove correct. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. You two can talk in Lucy and Shar’s room for a few minutes.
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