She ought to have leapt back on guard. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil. Even WITH the Censorship of Plays there’s hardly a decent thing to which a man can take his wife and daughters, a creeping taint of suggestion everywhere.
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