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’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. "The men. Gerald kicked the panelled wall in frustration. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. ” “Not now. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley.
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