Men Ruin Themselves Headlong For Unworthy Women.

Pedants, Who Have The Least Knowledge To Be Proud Of, Are Impelled Most By Vanity.

The Evening Advanced. The Shadows Lengthened. The Waters Of The Lake Grew Pitchy Black. The Gliding Of The Ghostly Swans Became Rare And More Rare.

The Future Of English Fiction May Rest With This Unknown Public - A Reading Public Of Three Millions Which Lies Right Out Of The Pale Of True Literary Civilization - Which Is Now Waiting To Be Taught The Difference Between A Good Book And A Bad.

Men Ruin Themselves Headlong For Unworthy Women.

I Am A Bundle Of Nerves Dressed Up To Look Like A Man!