—And at her feet he sobbed out his life.
—The American!
July 18th.
Still another day, and no news from the publisher's. The time is nearly up—I can not wait much longer.
They have rejected The Captive! They have rejected The Captive! In God's name, what does it mean? They have rejected The Captive!
I stared at the paper in blank consternation! I couldn't realize the words, I couldn't understand what they meant. Such a thing never occurred to me in my wildest moment.