She drew a long breath. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. . To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. It reverberated in the silence. Gerald’s breath caught. ‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so. She pushed the former and it opened.
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