“I have often tried to imagine the things that go to a murder, and I really do think I understand the impulse now. I shall never altogether hate a murderer again. I am glad I know; one feels better—more liberal, for every new sensation.”
Strange laughed.
“And, after all, it was supremely silly,” she went on, “the experiment is two-sided, but you have no idea how infinitely brutal the bald fact sounded.”
“Bald facts mostly do.”
“Well—there is reason even in experiments, and remember, once for all, I am not a dramatic creature given to sudden new developments, I am no emporium for the creation of fresh sensations; here I am, finished and complete.”
Strange laughed.
“‘Finished and complete!’ Was ever conceit like unto hers! My good girl, you are neither.”
She threw up her head.
“Well, here I am then, unfinished and incomplete.”
“Ah, but Nature invariably finishes her work if it’s worth the tools.”