And she, she in her own person too, was this eternal Bios, beginning again its recurrent journey to selection and multiplication and failure or survival. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. ‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed.
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