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Chapter 6

           AsIdidso,itsbrightbeadyeyessparkled,Ithought,vindictively,andIsteppedback,vexedwithmyselfatthefoolishfearofthethingwhichoverpoweredme.

           "Itiscertainlyremarkable,"—Imurmured—"Nowonderyouvalueit—asacuriosity.Itseyesarequitedistinct,almostintelligentinfact."

           "Nodoubtshehadbeautifuleyes,"—saidRimânezsmiling.

           "She?Whomdoyoumean?"

           "Theprincess,ofcourse!"heanswered,evidentlyamused;"Thedeardeadlady—someofwhosepersonalitymustbeinthiscreature,seeingthatithadnothingbutherbodytonourishitselfupon."

           Andherehereplacedthecreatureinitscrystalhabitationwiththeutmostcare.

           "Isuppose"—Isaidslowly,"you,inyourpursuitofscience,wouldinferfromthisthatnothingactuallyperishescompletely?"

           "Exactly!"returnedRimânezemphatically."There,mydearTempest,isthemischief—orthedeity—ofthings.Nothingcanbeentirelyannihilated;—notevenathought."

           Iwassilent,watchinghimwhileheputtheglasscasewithitsuncannyoccupantawayoutofsight.

           "Andnowforluncheon,"hesaidgaily,passinghisarmthroughmine—"Youlooktwentypercent.betterthanwhenyouwentoutthismorning,Geoffrey,soIconcludeyourlegalmattersaredisposedofsatisfactorily.

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