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'Seeing that I am so weak?'
'I didn't think it would offend you. I only meant---'
'No, no; you are quite right. Certainly, I am one of the men who
need all the help they can get. But I assure you, this thing
won't do for The Current.'
'What a pity you will go hack to those musty old times! Now think
of that article of Milvain's. If only you could do something of
that kind! What do people care about Diogenes and his tub and his
lantern?'
'My dear girl, Diogenes Laertius had neither tub nor lantern,
that I know of. You are making a mistake; but it doesn't matter.'
'No, I don't think it does.' The caustic note was not very
pleasant on Amy's lips. 'Whoever he was, the mass of readers will
be frightened by his name.'
'Well, we have to recognise that the mass of readers will never
care for anything I do.'
'You will never convince me that you couldn't write in a popular
way if you tried. I'm sure you are quite as clever as Milvain-- '
Reardon made an impatient gesture.
'Do leave Milvain aside for a little! He and I are as unlike as
two
men could be.
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