Out of her Rolls Royce popped a peppery dowager. She crossed the sidewalk to the sedate five:story pile, a block from Government House in Buenos Aires. Two policemen, instead of the usual two liveried flunkeys, stood in the high-arched doorway. Head high, shoulders back, Doňa Zelmira Paz de Anchorena turned, walked stiffly back to her limousine. She had come to see with her own eyes what she and many another Argentine had believed impossible: La Prensa, one of the world's great newspapers, had been forced to close for the first time in its...
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