He said that for him beauty justified life, that he could not imagine a good action that was not a beautiful one nor any beautiful thing that could be altogether bad. CHAPTER XII. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark had placed him,—"to the point. "You'll not be offended, I hope," returned Wood, drily, "if I say that your voice, your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way of laughing, put me strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs,' (as you term them,) who helped to perpetrate the outrage I've just described. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. His hands came up, his face broke apart. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. And you have to thank her presence, hot-headed boy, that I do not chastise your insolence as it deserves. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings.
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