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"How my letter wanders! It is a sick letter, Isabel, a dead letter. I must not close without going back to the Merediths once more. People have been driving out to see the little farm and the curious little house of Dent Meredith's bride elect a girl called Pansy Something. It lies near enough to the turnpike to be in full view too full view.
I may remark that a recent book, Ellis Meredith's Heart of My Heart, is devoted to a seemingly autobiographical account of a pregnant woman's emotions and ideas.
"Ah, please!" begged the girl. "Some one is like to enter even now." Jack's only reply was to turn to the first door and throw it open. Finding that all was dark within, he caught Miss Meredith's fingers, and drew her in after him, saying, as he did so, "Here we are safe, and you can tell me truly of your difficulties."
Mrs. Meredith's plans were working well, and so, though the autumn days had come, and one after another the devotees of fashion were dropping off, she lingered on, and Thornton Hastings still rode and walked with Anna Ruthven, until there came a night when they wandered farther than usual from the hotel, and sat down together on a height of land which overlooked the placid waters, where the moonlight lay softly sleeping.
He had recently read Owen Meredith's "Lucille," and as he journeyed he recalled the case there described of the French nobleman who for a time wasted his life and neglected his splendid opportunities in brooding over the downfall of the Bourbon dynasty, and in an obstinate refusal to reconcile himself to the new order of things.
There, I must go into the house, and you come and call me out when that man is off the premises not before." At twelve o'clock selfish Abner started to walk thirty miles to Mr. Meredith's.
The atmosphere of Jack Meredith's presence was preferable to that diffused by Victor Durnovo. There was a feeling of personal safety and dignity in the very sound of his voice which set a weak and easily-led man upon his feet. But Victor Durnovo had something to say to Gordon which circumstances had brought to a crisis.
Cole-Mortimer, and she had fallen in with her patron's views as readily as she had agreed to pose as a friend of Meredith's.
That "The Egoist" is typical in a sense, most typical of the fictions, is very true. That, on the other hand, it is Meredith's best novel may be boldly denied, since it is hardly a novel at all.
It is a pity that Stevenson did not live to see the vogue of Shaw as a dramatist, for the latter's early novels produced practically no impression on the public. Trailing with him clouds of glory. A bit of generosity. Montaigne's Essays had an enormous influence on Stevenson, as they have had on nearly all literary men for three hundred years. Again a character in Meredith's Egoist.
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