Lucy sat in the back seat as the trio sped through intersections in the old sedan. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. "But, I say, that girl is a queer one. A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out fallen thoughts. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed only a translated generalization of that assertion. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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