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Richard Feverel, what a loosening of the bonds! What a renaissance! Nobody since Fielding would have ventured to write the Star and Garter chapter in
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Richard Feverel. It was the announcer of a sort of dawn. But there are fearful faults in
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Richard Feverel. The book is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of the excellent Charlotte M. Yonge. The large constructional lines of it are bad. The separation of Lucy and Richard is never explained, and cannot be explained. The whole business of Sir Julius is grotesque. And the conclusion is quite arbitrary. It is a weak book, full of episodic power and overloaded with wit.
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Diana of the Crossways is even worse. I am still awaiting from some ardent Meredithian an explanation of Diana's marriage that does not insult my intelligence. Nor is
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One of our Conquerors very good. I read it again recently, and was sad. In my view,
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The Egoist and
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Rhoda Fleming are the best of the novels, and I don't know that I prefer one to the other. The latter ought to have been called
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Dahlia Fleming, and not
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Rhoda. When one thinks of the rich colour, the variety, the breadth, the constant intellectual distinction, the sheer brilliant power of novels such as these, one perceives that a