You had better go to bed. She confronted him with his own double-standard. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart.
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