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She turned back into the hall. He knocked at the door. Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. 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. " "That's better. She had trembled on the verge of such a resolution before, but this time quite definitely she made it. “Morning, Mom. I didn’t know he had Italian relatives. " "Let me have them. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. “Mr.
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