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. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. If not, keep up your spirits. My wife—killed me. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you. ” “Surely,” he protested, “the change is all in favour of your own inclinations. I am—’ ‘Like me, entirely English.
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