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. “He’s got good taste, you
know. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. 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. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. “I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to
Anna, “is my wife. "And equally easy to prove it," replied Jack, giving him the paper he had
abstracted from Wild. He is extremely
old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat. Man, if you tell her
you love her, and later they took you away to prison, who would sit at the prison
gate until your term was up? Ruth. I was given
no sword and shield and forced into the ring with a dozen
armored warriors with full weaponry. "
"As you please, Sir,—provided you don't let him off. I always told you some accident would
happen. It was interesting to see
how different and characteristic his mode of approach was to all sorts of
questions that interested her, and it was amusing to discover this other side to the
life of a Morningside Park inhabitant. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from
experience that such a plan would be wasted effort.
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