“We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. 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. " "Mr. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. It was. It has all been a mistake.
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