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The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail. 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.
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