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We all have our pedlar's pack to carry through Vanity Fair; but how
good for us to turn aside into some of Nature's holy places which
she keeps so fair and sweet and untainted, and to take a long
draught of the elixir of life!"
"Mr. Herrick, do you ever write poetry?" Malcolm shook his head.
"No," he said regretfully. "One day, if you care to hear it, I will
tell you the story of an impotent genius."
"An impotent genius?" It was evident that Elizabeth was puzzled, but
then she had only known Malcolm Herrick five days.
Malcolm nodded gravely. "The story of a man who was halt and maimed
and crippled from his birth--a tongue-tied poet and a paralysed
artist. The story is a sad one, Miss Templeton, but it will keep."
Elizabeth's eyes danced with amusement. She began to have an idea of
his meaning.
"I rather think you are a humourist, Mr. Herrick." And then Malcolm
laughed, and after that they fell into quite an interesting
conversation. Elizabeth turned the subject to her own ignorance, and
begged Malcolm to tell her what books she ought to read.


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