"Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one
side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words
warmed her cheek. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to
pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old
man, her hand held out. Permit me to introduce myself. He could not understand how men could live
ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality
and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that
began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. Brutes! They are the
brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them.
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