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or another,” he said. “Some two or three successful
novelists, if they combined, could do it. Christie Murray is
a coming man. You don’t know him?” I answered that I
had not that privilege, adding that I had only just ar-,
rived in London, and I begged him to tell me more about
the censorship exercised by the libraries, a subject in
which I was specially interested, and he spoke at length.
“The whole system is unjust, not only to authors, but to
the publishers,” and he told a long story of the perse-
cution he had been subjected to. At last, wearying of the
sound of his own voice, he said, “Tell me the gist of your
story,” and I told him that Lewis Seymour was a painter
who had had the good fortune to meet Mrs. Bentham in
a picture dealer’s shop and had been taken down by her
to decorate her ballroom in Sussex. “A risky story, but
all depends upon the treatment, and if you will leave
your manuscript with me, sir, I will give it to a reader
on whose judgment I place great reliance. He will mark
any passages that he thinks doubtful and perhaps we
may come to terms regarding them.” “I called on you,
Mr. Tinsley, for your name has crossed the Channel as a
successfid publisher. Moreover I wished to thank you for
your edition of Lady Dudley's Secret, for it brought me,
by a circuitous route it is true, to Shelley. Many thanks
for having granted me so much of your time. You have
other clients to see and perhaps some day when you have
read my MS. you will tell me more about the censorship
novelists, if they combined, could do it. Christie Murray is
a coming man. You don’t know him?” I answered that I
had not that privilege, adding that I had only just ar-,
rived in London, and I begged him to tell me more about
the censorship exercised by the libraries, a subject in
which I was specially interested, and he spoke at length.
“The whole system is unjust, not only to authors, but to
the publishers,” and he told a long story of the perse-
cution he had been subjected to. At last, wearying of the
sound of his own voice, he said, “Tell me the gist of your
story,” and I told him that Lewis Seymour was a painter
who had had the good fortune to meet Mrs. Bentham in
a picture dealer’s shop and had been taken down by her
to decorate her ballroom in Sussex. “A risky story, but
all depends upon the treatment, and if you will leave
your manuscript with me, sir, I will give it to a reader
on whose judgment I place great reliance. He will mark
any passages that he thinks doubtful and perhaps we
may come to terms regarding them.” “I called on you,
Mr. Tinsley, for your name has crossed the Channel as a
successfid publisher. Moreover I wished to thank you for
your edition of Lady Dudley's Secret, for it brought me,
by a circuitous route it is true, to Shelley. Many thanks
for having granted me so much of your time. You have
other clients to see and perhaps some day when you have
read my MS. you will tell me more about the censorship