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Then she cursed herself for his eyes went to the letter and came back to her face. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. Enough to let her find out a piece of information most urgent. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. 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. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself.
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