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“There ought to be a Censorship of Books. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. Neither father, aunt, nor brothers made a sign, and then one afternoon in early February her aunt came up in a state between expostulation and dignified resentment, but obviously very anxious for Ann Veronica’s welfare. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. Everything had stayed the same during the centuries.
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