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Put on that new dress—the one that's all white. ” “Ready for the performance next Friday?” Martin asked. Wood. 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. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life homes. And she had not dressed herself in this habit of a blue so much like the sky just for his sake, no matter that Lucy had said how much this colour suited with her eyes. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that doubt; something in his manner had belied his words. You represented to us the immaculate Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of our race. He was astonished. ” “Very well,” the man answered.
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