‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be thinking about biology. You make a game with me, imbecile. ’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. ’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. Ludicrously loud sounds streamed from the array of speakers. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress.
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