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Reardon muttered an assent.
'And what are you doing now?' Jasper inquired suddenly.
'Writing a one-volume story.'
'I'm glad to hear that. Any special plan for its publication?'
'No.'
'Then why not offer it to Jedwood? He's publishing a series of
one-volume novels. You know of Jedwood, don't you? He was
Culpepper's manager; started business about half a year ago, and
it looks as if he would do well. He married that woman--what's
her name?--Who wrote "Mr Henderson's Wives"?'
'Never heard of it.'
'Nonsense!--Miss Wilkes, of course. Well, she married this fellow
Jedwood, and there was a great row about something or other
between him and her publishers. Mrs Boston Wright told me all
about it. An astonishing woman that; a cyclopaedia of the day's
small talk. I'm quite a favourite with her; she's promised to
help the girls all she can. Well, but I was talking about
Jedwood. Why not offer him this book of yours? He's eager to get
hold of the new writers. Advertises hugely; he has the whole back
page of The Study about every other week. I suppose Miss Wilkes's
profits are paying for it.
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