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                                                              • Bond had already made up his mind what would have to be done about that. Now he merely said tenderly, "Well, I expect there are ways. But anyway, go on with your story. It's very exciting-far more interesting than mine. You'd got to where your Nanny died. What happened then?"The American Postal Treaty — The Question 0f Copyright with America — Four More Novels

                                                                "One and One's enough for me, Hugger," said Meyer apologetically. "Unless you'd like me to take some more." He looked anxiously at his partner.

                                                                                                                          • This gained upon me as we went along; so that the nearer we drew, the more familiar the objects became that we passed, the more excited I was to get there, and to run into her arms. But Peggotty, instead of sharing in those transports, tried to check them (though very kindly), and looked confused and out of sorts.At this time there was nothing in the success of the one or the failure of the other to affect me very greatly. The immediate sale, and the notices elicited from the critics, and the feeling which had now come to me of a confident standing with the publishers, all made me know that I had achieved my object. If I wrote a novel, I could certainly sell it. And if I could publish three in two years — confining myself to half the fecundity of that terrible author of whom the publisher in Paternoster Row had complained to me — I might add £600 a year to my official income. I was still living in Ireland, and could keep a good house over my head, insure my life, educate my two boys, and hunt perhaps twice a week, on £1400 a year. If more should come, it would be well — but £600 a year I was prepared to reckon as success. It had been slow in coming, but was very pleasant

                                                                                                                            WESTSIDER ARTHUR FROMMER鈥楳ay 10.

                                                                                                                                                                                      • 'There is a great improvement here, ma'am?' says Mr. Chillip.Then his whole body shrugged and he slipped out a card for himself from the lisping shoe.

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