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"I'll never understand. 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. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the
iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. She laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. But she has let fall enough for me to understand that
she knows about her father’s misdeeds. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. "I knew it. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again. He was a handsome
man, and Lucy could see the strong resemblance of John
to him. "
"You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan," returned Wood, in a soothing
voice. There was no one stirring in the flats. ’ He quirked an eyebrow. She stepped on to the
pavement almost before him, and his blood turned almost to ice as he saw that
she was not alone. As for me, I look twice at it. “Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers,
the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it.
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