“What a little brick!” he murmured. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. 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. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed.
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