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“The cleverest thing he has done,” he continued, turning to Joan, “is your Sunday Post. Up till then, the working classes had escaped him. With the Sunday Post, he has solved the problem. They open their mouths; and he gives them their politics wrapped up in pictures and gossipy pars.” She hurried onward with bent head, trying to escape them. She felt so small, so helpless. Almost she cried out in her despair.
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