”
He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat
upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. Not the explosive vigour of the
north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them
triumphantly. “I must explain to her. She searched for it for many days that stretched
into weeks before she gave up. Fame of any sort was folly and she
knew better. "The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had
procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. When I promised to marry you I thought I could; I
thought it was a possible arrangement. 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. . .
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