Pallid busts of the Caesars keep a spectral watch in the great highceilinged room which Signor Mussolini calls his office. There, upright at his massive desk, he transfixed newsgatherers last week with a calm smoldering glance, answered their questions about the new Proscription Law (TIME, Nov. 15). Was it not, hinted the representatives of the press, a little persecutory to deport non-Fascist offenders to "penal islands" in the Mediterranean and Adriatic for "political and social crimes"?
The brow of II Capo del Governo contracted as he formulated...
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