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Clerical Scenes and George Eliot, and at last asked,
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Well, am I to see George Eliot this time? G. said,
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Do you wish to see him?
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As he likes--I wish it to be quite spontaneous. I left the room, and G. following me a moment, I told him he might reveal me. Blackwood was kind, came back when he found he was too late for the train, and said he would come to Richmond again. He came on the following Friday and chatted very pleasantly--told us that Thackeray spoke highly of the
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Scenes, and said _they were not written by a woman_. Mrs. Blackwood is _sure_ they are not written by a woman. Mrs. Oliphant, the novelist, too, is confident on the same side. I gave Blackwood the MS. of my new novel, to the end of the second scene in the wood. He opened it, read the first page, and smiling, said,
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This will do.