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The English school can still be recognised by its subterranean spaces, its trapdoors and honest bandits who, from Radcliff [sic] to M. Dinocour [sic] have made us shiver with fear so many times. The power of these mysterious terrors has somewhat diminished, and if English novelists have nothing better to offer us, they must be given a taste of their own medicine.
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