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Chapter 20

           "Youareindeedasweet-naturedphilosopher"—saidLuciosmiling,"ifyoucansymbolizeyouradversereviewersbyaflockofdoves!"

           Shelaughedmerrily.

           "Well,itisaremedyagainstallirritation,"—shereturned;"Iusedtoworryagooddealovermywork,andwonderwhyitwasthatthepresspeopleweresounnecessarilyharduponme,whentheyshowedsomuchleniencyandencouragementtofarworsewriters—butafteralittleseriousconsideration,findingthatcriticalopinioncarriednosortofconvictionwhatevertothepublic,Ideterminedtotroublenomoreaboutit—exceptinthewayofdoves!"

           "Inthewayofdoves,youfeedyourreviewers,"—Iobserved.

           "Exactly!AndIsupposeIhelptofeedthemevenaswomenandmen!"shesaid—"Theygetsomethingfromtheireditorsfor‘slashing’mywork—andtheyprobablymakealittlemoreoutofsellingtheir‘reviewcopies.’Soyouseethedove-emblemholdsgoodthroughout.Butyouhavenotseenthe‘Athenæum,’—oh,youmustseehim!"

           Withlaughterstilllurkinginherblueeyes,shetookusoutofthepigeon-court,andledthewayroundtoasequesteredandshadycornerofthegarden,where,inalargeaviary-cagefittedupforitsspecialconvenience,satasolemnwhiteowl.Theinstantitperceivedus,itbecameangry,andrufflingupitsdownyfeathers,rolleditsglisteningyelloweyesvindictivelyandopeneditsbeak.Twosmallerowlssatinthebackground,pressedclosetogether—onegrey,theotherbrown.

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