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. If he dies she is safe. But they will also
find you. It was a pity people
had to eat food. I'm sure she'll let me go, though. And it is your own fault that your husband dallies
with me. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to
restrain her tears. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. Greece was a different place. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the
severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of
all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public
exhibition.
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