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’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. 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. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. "His name, I say!—his name!" thundered the knight. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. He'll be brought out at this door, and may probably make some resistance.
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