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He belonged, said the gentleman,
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Charm--yes, for the publisher. The secret history of the publishing of Meredith's earlier books (long before Constables had ever dreamed of publishing him) is more than curious. I have heard some details of it. My only wonder is that human ingenuity did not invent literary agents forty years ago. Then the person interviewed went grandly on:
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In his manner of writing the great novelist was very different from the _modern_ fashion. He wrote with such care that judged by _modern_ standards he would be considered a trifle slow. Tut-tut! It may interest the gentleman interviewed to learn that no modern writer would dare to produce work at the rate at which Scott, Dickens, Trollope, and Thackeray produced it when their prices were at their highest. The rate of production has most decidedly declined, and upon the whole novels are written with more care now than ever they were. I should doubt if any novel was written at greater speed than the greatest realistic novel in the world, Richardson's
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Clarissa, which is eight or ten times the length of an average novel by Mrs. Humphry Ward.
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Mademoiselle de Maupin