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It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures. 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. All your faults are just jolly modelling to make you real and solid.
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