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She let him have it all, as it was,
after all, for the last time. Then he went on:
“—and, indeed, to most of the established things in life is, frankly,
unsatisfactory. ”
“Did you say,” Sir John asked, “that the man’s name was Hill?”
“Yes,” she answered. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. The
rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. The picture of Mary Remenham was still on the wall. I sang to him, and he was satisfied. I don’t want to bother you, of course. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. 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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