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” “It might become one,” he answered. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone? Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young, and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. ‘Alors, now I am also a murderer. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love.
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