They went to the Zoological
Gardens together one Saturday to see for themselves a point of morphological
interest about the toucan’s bill—that friendly and entertaining bird—and they
spent the rest of the afternoon walking about and elaborating in general terms
this theme and the superiority of intellectual fellowship to all merely passionate
relationships. His
manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained
their accustomed fire. She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her
with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted
glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye. “My dear man,” she exclaimed, “wasn’t that a foregone conclusion?”
“You treat the matter lightly,” he continued. This mitigated her remorse enormously. I had no idea you were not the happiest girl. Their conversation degenerated again and again
into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. My
foster mom works there as a second job. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the
veranda. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was
unfeignedly grateful to him. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were
clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. Compared with her father and Mr.
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