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Spit of your mother. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. Here were the passionate lovers! What their past had been he neither cared nor craved to know. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. 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. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. He returned her impressive greeting almost mechanically. And besides—We’re going to live, Ann Veronica! Oh, the things we’ll do, the life we’ll lead! There’ll be trouble in it at times—you and I aren’t going to run without friction.
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