It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. . She entered the
front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the
old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. "
"What did I forget?"
"The breathless days and the faded, pitiless sky. ‘Which presupposes that
she needs to hide at all. Was the situation so
desperate that he could not pack his best things?
She had packed lightly, not wanting to weigh down the
carriage they would travel in. "
"Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey. Perhaps it was the
recollection of those happy days. 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. She crept behind the open door and pounced on him
when he came out of the bathroom, knocking him onto
the floor with a loud thud. Her cheeks were flushed, and her
eyes bright.
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