His food lay untouched about his plate. —'They have,' says he. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell you, was the last anyone saw of him. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. If so I shall have to leave. 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.
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