Digital heart book

I wanted it (if possible) to come on you as a
surprise; I wanted you just to waken, like Lord Byron,
and find the papers full of you. You must admit it was
a natural thought. And no man likes to boast of a
favour beforehand."
"But, heavens and earth! how do you know I think it a
favour?" I cried.
He became immediately plunged in despair. "You think
it a liberty," said he; "I see that. I would rather
have cut off my hand. I would stop it now, only it's
too late; it's published by now. And I wrote it with
so much pride and pleasure!"
I could think of nothing but how to console him. "O, I
daresay it's all right," said I. "I know you meant it
kindly, and you would be sure to do it in good taste."
"That you may swear to," he cried. "It's a pure,
bright, A number 1 paper; the St. Jo SUNDAY
HERALD. The idea of the series was quite my own; I
interviewed the editor, put it to him straight; the
freshness of the idea took him, and I walked out of
that office with the contract in my pocket, and did my
first Paris letter that evening in Saint Jo.


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