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She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man. "All's bowman, my covey. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. ‘And certainly I wish that Joan will come with us.
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