” His eyes were squeezed shut. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. ” He stepped past her to the door and closed it. ” She had not seen or heard from a single one of them since. “Well?” she said. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. "He has robbed him. A sob was strangled in her throat.
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