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'How has he offended you?'
'Offended me? Not at all. I am glad of his cheerful prospects.'
'Why should you refuse to go among those people? It might be good
for you in several ways.'
'If the chance had come when I was publishing my best work, I
dare say I shouldn't have refused. But I certainly shall not
present myself as the author of "Margaret Home," and the rubbish
I'm now writing.'
'Then you must cease to write rubbish.'
'Yes. I must cease to write altogether.'
'And do what?'
'I wish to Heaven I knew!'
CHAPTER XIII. A WARNING
In the spring list of Mr Jedwood's publications, announcement was
made of a new work by Alfred Yule. It was called 'English Prose
in the Nineteenth Century,' and consisted of a number of essays
(several of which had already seen the light in periodicals)
strung into continuity. The final chapter dealt with contemporary
writers, more especially those who served to illustrate the
author's theme--that journalism is the destruction of prose
style: on certain popular writers of the day there was an
outpouring of gall which was not likely to be received as though
it were sweet ointment.
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