“It means that we are interested in it,” the man answered; “we will let you know shortly.”
Oh this waiting, this waiting!
October 8th.
Ah, God! I came home from the Park tonight, and I saw something that made my heart go down like lead. It hurt me so that I cried out!
My manuscript! It was back again!
O Christ! How the sight of it hurt me! There was a letter with it, and my hand shook as I opened it:
“We are returning you the manuscript of The Captive by messenger herewith, regretting exceedingly that we can not make you a publishing offer upon it.”