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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. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every direction. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. The problem had returned, made gigantic by the possibility of Ruth's love. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly extinguished. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. "Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane.
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