![]() ![]() Perhaps,” he continued smiling, “perhaps it is the vital spark of the creature escaping to the source from whence it came.” “I don’t know, it always comes when I immerse any living thing. “It looked like a sunbeam true enough,” he said. “There is one thing I’m curious about,” I said, “and that is where the ray of sunlight came from.” “I don’t know,” he replied, “but you had better not try.” Once more it seemed filled with clearest crystal. But if you held it to the light the stone was beautifully veined with a faint blue, and from somewhere within came a rosy light like the tint which slumbers in an opal. The fish looked as if sculptured in marble. Yesterday I tried one of Geneviève’s gold fish,-there it is.” ![]() “I have no idea why the veins and heart are tinted, but they always are. “Don’t ask me the reason of that,” he smiled, noticing my wonder. The marble was white as snow, but in its depths the veins of the lily were tinged with palest azure, and a faint flush lingered deep in its heart. ![]()
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