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. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. Tell me I haven’t heard. Miss Charvill. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. All my life I've had to fight human wolves to hold what I have. ’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. It is the same with animals. ” She laughed gaily. To—to find myself.
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