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Editors and publishers contributed to the daily heap of letters, the former on their knees for his manuscripts, the latter on their knees for his books - his poor disdained manuscripts that had kept all he possessed in pawn for so many dreary months in order to find them in postage.He had taken the public off its feet, the way Kipling had, that time when he lay near to death and all the mob, animated by a mob-
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