In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. No; she'd never go back. “He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug. 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. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively.
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