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Well then, we went and had tea with Henry James today, and Mr and Mrs Prothero at the golf club; and Henry James
fixed me with his staring blank eye—it is like a childs marble —and said
‘My dear Virginia, they tell me—they tell me — they tell me—that you —as
indeed being your fathers daughter nay your grandfathers grandchild—the
descendant I may say of a century—of a century—of quill pens and
ink—ink—ink pots, yes, yes, yes, they tell me—ahm m m —that you, that
you, that you
write in short.’ This went on in the public street,
while we all waited, as farmers wait for the hen to lay an egg—do
they?—nervous, polite, and now on this foot now on that. I felt like a condemned person, who sees the knife drop and stick and drop again.
(L1 306)
Death of Henry James, February 28, 1916.
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