At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. “Am I becoming reasonable or am I being tamed? “I’m simply discovering that life is many-sided and complex and puzzling. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. Of animal life, there was nothing left but monkeys and wild pig, the latter having been domesticated. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. But after the first shock came a warm glow of relief. Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals.
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