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I think that with Borrow the desire to attract attention to himself, to inspire a feeling of awe and mystery, must have been a ruling passion." Borrow was frequently the guest of his publisher at Albemarle Street, in times well within the memory of Mr Murray, who relates how on one occasion

The publisher, who sometimes calls himself the author, puts aside without refutation all the theories advanced, including that of Baron Heiss, and says he has come to the conclusion that the Iron Mask was, without doubt, a brother and an elder brother of Louis XIV, by a lover of the queen.

His first novel, he said in the prefatory address to the publisher which appeared in this one, had been written to show that he could write a grave tale, and it was so grave that no one would read it; the second was written to overcome if possible the neglect of the public; but the third was written exclusively to please himself.

It was no longer a street solely devoted to the domestic gods, but had been invaded at more than one point by the bustling deities of business in such streets the irregular, inspired doctors and doctresses come first with inordinate door-plates, then a milliner filling the parlor window with new bonnets; here even a publisher had hung his sign beside a door, through which the feet of young ladies used to trip, and the feet of little children to patter.

See also The Secret History of Mama Oello, 1733. A.C. Ewald, Sir Robert Walpole , 444. A.C. Ewald, Sir Robert Walpole, 450. Lord Hervey's Memoirs, London, 1884, II, 143. The Unfortunate Princess, 18, etc. Memoirs of a Certain Island, II, 249. J. Nichols, Literary Anecdotes, III, 649, records the tradition that Chapman was the publisher of Mrs. Haywood's Utopia.

At the same time he extended his foot in an accidental sort of way, and pressed it on the right hand knob of three which were arranged in a line beneath the table. A little bell in a distant apartment the little bell marked C gave one slight note; loud enough to start a small boy up, who looked at the clock, and knew that he was to go and call the publisher in just twenty-five minutes.

Besides these, she had been hard at work upon an idea of her own, which she intended to show the publisher, hoping to win his approbation and assistance in bringing it before the public. Dressing herself plainly, but with taste, she started out one morning with her treasures, and presenting herself at the publishing house referred to, asked to see the proprietor.

Not to beat about the bush, on the next point, let me ask at once what your means of supporting her are. How much did you earn on that newspaper in Chicago?" "Fifteen hundred dollars," Burnamy answered, promptly enough. "Did you earn anything more, say within the last year?" "I got three hundred dollars advance copyright for a book I sold to a publisher."

"We had great hopes for it, but somehow or other the public has not responded to it." "Are you sure you are telling the public about it in the right way?" ventured Bok. The Scribner advertising had by this time attracted the attention of the publishing world, and this publisher was entirely ready to listen to a suggestion from his youthful caller. "I wish we published it," said Bok.

"To case in periods and embalm in ink." Enfant, have you need of a publisher to create romance? Is it not in yourself? Do not imagine that genius requires for its enjoyment the scratch of the pen and the types of the printer.