The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed down hard. 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. You're luck. I’ll give you grandpére!’ ‘But milor’—’ ‘Pardon!’ No longer master of his actions, the general lurched forward, waving his cane. . E.
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