"My name is Kneebone," added the portly personage, stepping forward. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. To write under a pseudonym!—to be forced to disown his children! He could not write under his own name, enjoy the fruits of fame should these tales prove successful. Yet she held her tongue. But still she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as of something waiting for her round the corner.
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