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" * * * * * "Wasn't it admirable," cried Marlow interrupting his narrative.
"Admirable!" And as I looked dubiously at this unexpected enthusiasm he started justifying it after his own manner.
"I say admirable because it was so characteristic.

It was perfect.
Nothing short of genius could have found better.

And this was nature! As they say of an artist's work: this was a perfect Fyne.
Compassion--judiciousness--something correctly measured.