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"Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. 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. "
"He then," continued the woollen-draper, "is no longer considered—"
"How, Sir?" cried Thames, advancing, "what is the meaning of your reference to
my name? Have you dared to insult this lady? If so—"
"Insult her!" replied Kneebone, rising, and endeavouring to hide his
embarrassment under a look of defiance. "It's an odd-shaped one," rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears,
Jack, when a lad, made a little too free.
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