But then the features changed. She fell asleep instantaneously, fatigued from weeks of exhaustion. 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. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. " "What's the matter?" remarked Kneebone, addressing Sheppard, who, as he caught the single but piercing eye of Jackson fixed upon him, started and trembled. He was going to tell me something— and he shut up.
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