novelist-to-be

Updated: May 31, 2025

"Suppose I'll have to give you a trial," growled the editor to the sulky-looking novelist-to-be, when the ladies had fluttered away. "Here you are, here's a bank manager made a mess of his accounts no roguery about it, simple confusion, and he goes and shoots himself and his wife can you turn that into a novel of two hundred words?" "No, I can't," said Thomas, who hated all things literary.

Ethel Sybil Turner - In the Mist of the Mountains