“Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily as any of them. And there was another matter. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. The burden of decision had been transferred. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. He laughed lightly. And she, she in her own person too, was this eternal Bios, beginning again its recurrent journey to selection and multiplication and failure or survival. She fought him with tooth and nail.
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