I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. It would be too mortifying. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. The man lingered. Emile Gosse must know his only chance was to be rid of Melusine. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. But it doesn’t alter the situation. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines.
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