Alice got up from the table where she had just written an affectionate little note to Julia, and came up to her mother鈥檚 chair, quivering with apprehension. 鈥淢Y DEAR SIR 鈥?I am sorry to say that absence from town and other circumstances have prevented me from earlier inquiring into the results of the sale of The Kellys and the O鈥橩ellys, with which the greatest efforts have been used, but in vain. The sale has been, I regret to say, so small that the loss upon the publication is very considerable; and it appears clear to me that, although in consequence of the great number of novels that are published, the sale of each, with some few exceptions, must be small, yet it is evident that readers do not like novels on Irish subjects as well as on others. Thus, you will perceive, it is impossible for me to give any encouragement to you to proceed in novel-writing. In what I have said at the end of the last chapter about my hunting, I have been carried a little in advance of the date at which I had arrived. We returned from Australia in the winter of 1872, and early in 1873 I took a house in Montagu Square 鈥?in which I hope to live and hope to die. Our first work in settling there was to place upon new shelves the books which I had collected round myself at Waltham. And this work, which was in itself great, entailed also the labour of a new catalogue. As all who use libraries know, a catalogue is nothing unless it show the spot on which every book is to be found 鈥?information which every volume also ought to give as to itself. Only those who have done it know how great is the labour of moving and arranging a few thousand volumes. At the present moment I own about 5000 volumes, and they are dearer to me even than the horses which are going, or than the wine in the cellar, which is very apt to go, and upon which I also pride myself. Norah put the two sheets on the roller, dated the paper, and waited. 久久综合_姐妹综合久久_色久久综合网_久久色悠悠综合网 Not for the world, not for my life, she said, with her hands tightly clasped, her eyes still hidden under the heavy lids, tearless now鈥攁nd with dry and quivering lips, from which the words came with a dull and soulless sound. "I would die to save him an hour's pain. I would fling away this wretched life rather than grieve him for a moment." "Supposing a man offered you this, would you be willing to put yourself in his hands?" 鈥業鈥檒l see you home then,鈥?he said. 鈥榊ou can鈥檛 go alone.鈥?