Butthereontheshelvesathome (somanyshelvesforwewerealargefamily) thebookswaited—onebookinparticular, ’—, , andtopassthetimeandkeephismindfromuncomfortablethoughtstheamiableYankeepirateplayedcardswithhim—, untilIsetittorestatlastinoneofmyownnovelswithagameofpokerplayedinremotelysimilarcircumstances.
AndhereisSophyofKravoniabyAnthonyHope—, about1911, wasmadefromthatbook, andIcanhearstilltherumbleoftheQueen’’sTheStoryofFrancisCludde , andaboveallotherbooksatthattimeofmylifeKingSolomon’sMines.
