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Thus there are half-a-dozen bookshops in King William Street, Strand, which seem to enjoy every possible advantage of position, for they are in the very heart of London, but yet are not exposed to the full noise and tumult of that overflowing tide which surges round Charing Cross.

In some respects it resembled the lumber room of an antiquary, whilst in many particulars it corresponded to the interior of one of those second-hand bookshops which abound in the neighbourhood of Charing Cross Road.

At this time, Martinez Ruiz published a comedy, The Power of Love, for which I provided a prologue, and I went about with the publisher, Rodriguez Serra, through the bookshops, peddling the book. In a shop on the Plaza de Santa Ana, Rodriguez Serra asked the proprietor, not altogether without a touch of malice: "What do you think of this book?"

Odo indeed might have sought out these unhonoured prophets, but that all the influences about him set the other way, and that he was falling more and more into the habit of running with the tide. Now and then, however, a vague ennui drove him to one of the bookshops which, throughout Italy were the chief meeting-places of students and authors.

He felt lavish this morning, on the strength of what the Promiscuous would do for him; he had lost sight for the moment of what he should have to do for the Promiscuous. Before the old bookshops and printshops, the crowded panes of the curiosity-mongers and the desirable exhibitions of mahogany "done up," he used, by an innocent process, to commit luxurious follies. He refurnished Mrs.

And yet here was a man who in every paragraph spoke to the keenest intellectual sense who, ten times a page, enchanted the reader with the surprising and delicious pang given by the critically chosen word. We sat up late at night reading that book, marvelling at our good fortune. Then we set about making the book known to our friends. We propelled them into bookshops and made them buy it.

A collector of Caxtons, a collector of large printed or illustrated editions, a collector of first editions of famous books, a collector of those editions that are so much prized because an author has made in them some blunder which he afterwards corrected; a collector of those unique books which have survived as rarities because no one thought it worth while to reprint them or because they are distinguished by some obsolete absurdity, will probably not derive more pleasure, though he will spend vastly more money, than the mere literary man who, being interested in some particular period or topic, loves to hunt up in old bookshops the obscure and forgotten literature relating to it.

"I looked in all the bookshops in the city for your latest works, Miss Marian," said Mr. Hepworth, "but they must have been all sold out, for I couldn't find any." "Too bad," said Marian. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until a new edition is printed." "You're not to tease Marian," said Patty reprovingly.

But to be over here, a hundred miles away, in another cursed bookshop, while that girl may be in trouble Gosh!" he muttered. "If I get through this business all right I'll lay off bookshops for the rest of my life!" The telephone rang, and Aubrey frantically beckoned to Roger, who was outside, talking. "Answer it, you chump!" said Roger. "We'll lose the connection!" "Nix," said Aubrey.

A collection of books is indeed considered as essential a part of a home as the furniture itself. For such visitors, there may be some consolation in the fact that in some places they may have quite a job in spotting the grocer's among the bookshops. In literature there had, especially in poetry, been a continuity from the very beginnings.

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