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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. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. I said intensity of perception. Miss Stanley reflected on this proposal for a moment. He was followed with equal celerity by Terence and the widow. Kentish family. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised.
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