The Storm VII. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. ’ She paused, holding her nurse’s eyes. " "I wish I could have foreseen. ’ Disappointment flooded her. 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. “As a matter of fact, I deserve to. ” John peered at her as she went to him. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. She would have to leave very soon.
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