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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. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. She went out into the hall, where she met the Jedsons in their kimonos. Hey. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. Gag him," he added, pushing Thames rudely toward Quilt Arnold, "and convey him to the boat. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. A moment before he had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. In a fit of despondency, superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle —such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely abandoned.
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