F. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. ”
Ennison at once seated himself. I think that I will tell you. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the
way to that. 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. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. She found herself
anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British
Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and
then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers.
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