’ For the space of half a minute, Gerald continued to scowl in silent frustration. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. At once. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. 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. Heard voices. .
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