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" "Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?" "The same. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be thinking about biology. "Come and sit down by me. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. ” So only a few minutes after Ennison’s departure, while Anna stood indeed with her sister’s open letter still in her hand, Courtlaw drove up in hot haste. Mama will be expecting me. What might it have been?’ Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. 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. I would be too 222 busy protecting you.
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