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Stanley was inclined to think the censorship should be extended to the supply of what he styled latter-day fiction; good wholesome stories were being ousted, he said, by “vicious, corrupting stuff” that “left a bad taste in the mouth. It’s an instinct. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. “But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. " The Wastrel laughed. . I know faces. " O'Higgins extracted a cigar from a pocket and inspected it.
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