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Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved
to see the absurdity of the position. 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. . She kept opening her eyes and looking at it. There was going to be no quarter
between these two. She stood there limply and
did not act to resist him. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to
the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form,
and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable
print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. "
So saying, he took hold of a ring in the floor, and disclosed a flight of steps,
down which he hurried, followed by the janizaries. “I
suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently.
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