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Hichens 1896 I. -Why shouldn’t we collaborate?- said Henley in his most matter-of-fact way, as Big Ben gave voice to the midnight hour.
-Everybody does it nowadays.
Two heads may be really better than one, although I seldom believe in the truth of accepted sayings.
Your head is a deuced good one, Andrew; but--now don’t get angry--you are too excitable and too intense to be left quite to yourself, even in book-writing, much less in the ordinary affairs of life.
I think you were born to collaborate, and to collaborate with me.
You can give me everything I lack, and I can give you a little of the sense of humour, and act as a drag upon the wheel.- -None of the new humour, Jack; that shall never my name attached to it.
Dickens I can tolerate. felicitous.
The story of ’The Dying Clown,’ for it has a certain grim tragedy about it.
But the pit, and should go--to the _Sporting Times_.- appear in a book with He is occasionally instance, crude as it is new humour came from the -Now, don’t get excited.
The book is not in proof yet--perhaps never will be.
You need not be afraid.
My humour will probably be old enough. But what do you y to the idea?- Andrew Trenchard sat for awhile in silent consideration.
His legs were stretched out, and his slippered feet rested on the edge of the brass fender.
A nimbus of smoke surrounded his swarthy features, his s...

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