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Chapter 12

           IsupposeyouwereoriginallyImeananauthorbyprofession?"

           Acurioussenseofangerburneddullywithinme.‘Originally’anauthor?WasInotonestill?WasItobegivencreditfornothingbutmybanking-book?‘Originally’?Why,Ihadneverbeenanactual‘author’tillnowIhadsimplybeenawanderingliteraryhackastray‘super’ofGrubStreet,occasionallyengagedtowritearticles‘toorder’onanysubjectthatcameuppermost,atastarvationrateofpay,withoutanyvisibleprospectofrisingfromthatlowestanddirtiestrungoftheliteraryladder.Ifeltmyselfgrowingred,thenpaleandIsawthatLuciowaslookingatmefixedly.

           "Iamanauthor,LadySibyl"Isaidatlast"andIhopeImaysoonprovemyrighttobeacknowledgedasone.‘Author’isinmyopinion,aproudertitlethanking,andIdonotthinkanysocialclaimswilldetermefromfollowingtheprofessionofliterature,whichIlookuponasthehighestintheworld."

           LordEltonfidgetteduneasilyinhischair.

           "Butyourpeople"hesaid"Yourfamilyaretheyliterary?"

           "Nomembersofmyfamilyarenowliving,"Iansweredsomewhatstiffly"MyfatherwasJohnTempestofRexmoor."

           "Indeed!"andtheEarl’sfacebrightenedconsiderably"Dearme,dearme!Iusedtomeethimofteninthehuntingfieldyearsago.Youcomeofafineoldstock,sir!theTempestsofRexmoorarewellandhonourablyknownincountychronicles."

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