No end of a shemozzle there’s been there lately, he said. Marina Gregg's been having hysterics most days. Said some coffee she was given was poisoned.

Here is as good bread made as in France; and in the night Joan is as good as my lady; and unhappy is that man that is to break his fast at two of the clock in the afternoon and there’s no heart a handful bigger than another; and the stomach is filled with the coarsest victuals; and the little fowls in the air have God for their provider and cater; and four yards of coarse Cuenca cloth keep a man as warm as four of fine Lemster wool of Segovia; and when we once leave this world, and are put into the earth, the prince goes in as narrow a path as the journeyman; and the pope’s body takes up no more room than a sexton’s, though the one be higher than the other; for when we come to the pit all are even, or made so in spite of their teeth and—and good night.

This scarcity of review books, coupled with an unknown and unadvertising publisher strengthened the growing rumor that the book was a piece of vanity publication, a book to let alone.

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