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She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. “Let me see,” he said. Ever and again Capes appealed to Ann Veronica. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. "You know what I mean," said the trader, gravely. It is generally deficient in the qualities it prides itself upon most. 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.
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