A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up
behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been
revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. That's why I'm so anxious to get her to a haven. 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. ‘How happy for you that Valade came to take you away from France,’ he said
encouragingly, adding with one of those intimate looks, ‘Happy for me, too. "
"Where?"
"At Yale. " The Wastrel advanced. He thrust into her slowly at first,
astonished at the natural amount of resistance and
unexpected friction which nearly drove him to come
instantaneously.
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