These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. "Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan, sarcastically. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. That boy," he added, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. Some day older people, perhaps, will trouble to understand younger people, and there won’t be these fierce disruptions; there won’t be barriers one must defy or perish.
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