132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. 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. “Now,” he said, “no one can blunder in upon us. He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. It’s—it’s a social difference. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. The gate was opened; the coffin brought into the churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr.
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