But--Jenny observed--that was already calculated by these human enemies, and butts (like angels' swords) commanded even these approaches too.
It was obvious, then, that however great might be the illusion of free choice, in reality there was none: they were betrayed hopelessly by the very instincts intended to safeguard them; practical common-sense, in this case, at least, led them straight into the jaws of death.

A little originality and impulsiveness would render them immortal so far as guns were concerned....
Yes; but there was one who had been original, who had actually preferred to fly straight past a monster in green on a gray mare rather than to face the peaceful but deathly slopes; and he had escaped.

But obviously he was an exception.

Originality in grouse-- At this point the mare breathed slowly and contemptuously and advanced a delicate, impatient foot, having quite satisfied herself that danger was no longer imminent; and Jenny became aware she was thinking nonsense.
* * * * * There were a number of unimportant but well-dressed persons at lunch, with most of whom Jenny was acquainted.

These extended themselves on the ground and said the right things one after another; and all began with long drinks, and all ended with heavy meals.