which flowed like molasses, and looked rather like it, too; the fringe of the forest—in fact, all of the component parts of the picture just as some morbid painting genius would have placed them—and Vinckers growled like a dog who sees something moving about the camp-fire invisible to his master."
Leyden turned to me insistently, claiming my corroboration of all this that he had worked out through hypertrophied recollection. "Is it not true, Doctor, that logic supplants instinct; that as soon as we learned how to tell by deduction where the person we sought had gone we were no longer able to lay our noses to the ground and decide the matter?" He began to maunder again—his auto-philosophy which was so hard to follow. "There are plenty of plants in nature which would poison the animals of the section if in stinct did not prompt them to avoid these; a man will often eat of something and subsequently wonder at the cause of his derange-
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