She looked away. “You poor little girl!” he cried. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. ’ ‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. Mrs. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. 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.
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