TO MY FRIEND EDEN PHILLPOTTS
The Novelist For Whom Man And Nature Are Inseparable With Profound Respect For The Classical Dignity Of His Aim And Equal Admiration For The Austere Splendour Of His Performance
CONTENTS
[ PART II — THREE HUMAN HEARTS ]
‘How I have wept, the long night through, over the poor women of the
past, so beautiful, so tender, so sweet, whose arms have opened for the
kiss, and who are dead! The kiss—it is immortal! It passes from lip to
lip, from century to century, from age to age. Men gather it, give it
back, and die.‘—GUY DE MAUPASSANT.