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d-fashion, as though to make sure she was loyal and worthy of confidence, and then he said: "I invent 'em. I have written a treatise on guns of large caliber." "Really?" cried Zora, taken by surprise. She had not credited him with so serious a vocation. "Do tell me something about it." "Not now," he pleaded. "Some other time. I'd have to sit down with paper and pencil and draw diagrams. I'm afraid you wouldn't like it. Wiggleswick doesn't. It bores him. You must be born with machinery in your blood. Sometimes it's uncomfortable." "To have cogwheels instead of corpuscles must be trying," said Zora flippantly. "Very," said he. "The great thing is to keep them clear of the heart." "What do you mean?" she asked quickly. "Whatever one does or tries to do, one should insist on remaining human. It's good to be human, isn't it? I once knew a man who was just a complicated mechanism of brain encased in a body. His heart didn't beat; it clicked and whirred. It caused the death of the most perfect woman in the world." He looked dreamily into the blue ether between sea and sky. Zora felt strangely drawn to him. "Who was it?" she asked softly. "My mother," said he. They had paused in their stroll, and were leaning over the parapet above the railway line. After a few moments' silence he added, with a faint smile:-- "That's why I try hard to keep myself human--so that, if a woman should ever care for me, I shouldn't hurt her." A green caterpillar was crawling on his sleeve. In his vague manner he picked it tenderly off and laid it on the leaf of an aloe that grew in the terrace vase near which he stood. "You couldn't even hurt that crawling thing--let alone a woman," said Zora. This time very softly. He blushed. "If you kill a caterpillar you kill a butterfly," he said apologetically. "And if you kill a woman?" "Is there anything higher?" said he. She made no reply, her misanthropical philosophy prompting none. There was rather a long silence, which he broke by asking her if she read Persian. He excused his knowledge of it by saying that it kept him human. She laughed and suggested a continuance of their stroll. He talked disconnectedly as they walked up and down. The crowd on the terrace thinned as the hour of dejeuner approached. Presently she proclaimed her hunger. He murmured that it must be near dinner time. She protested. He passed his hands across his eyes and confessed that he had g
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