Revolving desperate schemes for the betterment of this position into
which with such alarming suddenness they had been thrust, George took
his leave. He would have tarried, but his Mary was insistent that his
work must not be interfered with. Upon its successful exploitation
everything now depended.
Brightly she kissed her George good-bye. He was not to worry about
her. She was to be shut from his mind. To-morrow she would go to the
Agency. He might lunch with her, and, depend upon it, she would greet
him with great news.
So they parted.
BOOK IV.
In which this History begins to rattle.
CHAPTER I.
The Author Meanders Upon The Enduring Hills; And The Reader Will Lose
Nothing By Not Accompanying Him.
In pursuit of our opinion that the novel should hark back to its
origin and be as a story that is told by mouth to group of listeners,
here we momentarily break the thread.
It is an occasion for advertisement.
As when the personal narrator, upon resumption of his history, will at
a point declare, "Now we come to the exciting part," so now do I.
Heretofore we have somewhat dragged. We have been as host and visitor
at tea in the drawing-room. Guests have arrived; to you I have
introduced them, and after the shortest spell they have taken their
leave.
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