She chuckled. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and
the high heaven above and then back to his face. “How fortunate I am, Miss Pellissier! All day I have been hoping that I might
run across you. Who is it?”
“Your brother Mike!” Michelle chirruped, sounding
uncannily like her mother Diane. “P. “Ritter’s!” said Ramage to the driver, “Dean Street. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting
phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was
talismanic. ’
‘Then what?’ demanded Lucilla in a hushed tone. 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. ‘Come,’ she called. My name is Annabel, not Anna. Miss Ellicot, who sang ballads, and liked
Brendon to turn over the pages for her, tossed her head. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!”
She did not speak. As for himself,
there had never been a touch of it.
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