Stanley pronounced, and seemed to hesitate whether he had not gone too far. In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. I'll leave these out, and to-morrow you can read them through.
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