“Go on!” she commanded. ’ ‘Alas. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. Why should some things and not others open the deeps?” “Well, that might, after all, be an outcome of selection—like the preference for blue flowers, which are not nearly so bright as yellow, of some insects. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. " "Hold!" interposed Winifred, gravely. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. It was then for the first time she remembered that she had said nothing to her sister of the man in the hospital. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light. “Flesh and flowers are all alike to me.
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