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  1. Hudson River Bracketed
  2. Part 1
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Part 2
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Part 3
  16. Chapter 1
  17. Chapter 2
  18. Chapter 3
  19. Chapter 4
  20. Part 4
  21. Chapter 1
  22. Chapter 2
  23. Chapter 3
  24. Chapter 4
  25. Chapter 5
  26. Chapter 6
  27. Chapter 7
  28. Chapter 8
  29. Part 5
  30. Chapter 1
  31. Chapter 2
  32. Chapter 3
  33. Chapter 4
  34. Chapter 5
  35. Chapter 6
  36. Chapter 7
  37. Chapter 8
  38. Part 6
  39. Chapter 1
  40. Chapter 2
  41. Chapter 3
  42. Chapter 4
  43. Chapter 5
  44. Chapter 6
  45. Chapter 7
  46. Chapter 8
  47. Chapter 9
  48. Part 7
  49. Chapter 1
  50. Chapter 2
  51. Chapter 3
  52. Chapter 4
  53. Chapter 5
  54. Chapter 6

In the letter rack Vance found some letters, and pocketed them without a glance. He guessed at once what they were: offers from editors and publishers tempted by the success of Instead and making proposals which, hard up as he was, he would have to refuse. Neither Tarrant nor the publishers Tarrant had imposed on him would consent to let him off his bargain, or to increase by a dollar the contracts made with him. He couldn't see what there was "in it" for them; his indifference to his own work, once it was finished and he had turned to something else, made him underrate the prestige that Instead had conferred on the New Hour, and he ascribed to editorial obstinacy Tarrant's natural desire to make the best of his opportunity. For another two years every line that Vance wrote was tariffed in advance and belonged to the New Hour, and then to Dreck and Saltzer. Yet write he must, without a pause, or he and Laura Lou would starve. For himself he would have preferred starvation; but for Laura Lou he must at least provide such sustenance as Mrs. Hubbard's table offered. Mrs. Hubbard, his landlady (for obvious reasons called "Mother" by her boarders), was very particular about the character and antecedents of the guests she received; the latter understood that the social fastidiousness entailed by her being the widow of a southern colonel made it impossible for her to be equally particular as to the food she provided. "If I have to overlook a blemish I'd rather it was in the mutton than in the moràl of the ladies and gentlemen I receive in my home—in the late Colonel Hubbard's home," said Mrs. Hubbard, who was persuaded that "moràl," a word she often used, was French for morals. The late colonel had been vice-consul in a French colonial port, and Mrs. Hubbard prided herself on her French.

Vance, springing upstairs, pushed open the door of the room into which he and Laura Lou and their humble possessions (including the fetish dove) were crowded. "Hullo," he flung ahead of him gaily. "Sorry I'm late; I've been working out a big new idea for a novel."