Heart and Science

y of buyers and borrowers of novels; and you judge of works of fiction by certain inbred prefer

t tells no story, or that blunders perpetually in trying to tell a story-a novel so entirely devoid of all sense of the dramatic side of human life, that not even a theatrical thief can find

k; and I have never succeeded in keeping an equal balance. In the present story you will find the s

f work-that I may have little time to lose. Without waiting for future opportunities, I have kept your

ers with a vigour and breadth of treatment, derived from the nearest and truest view that I could get of the one model, Nature. Whether I shall at once succeed in adding to the circle of your friends in the world of fiction-or whether you will hur

came to think of writing this book. The question may be readily answered in better words than mine. My book has

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are purposely left in ignorance of the hideous secrets of Vivisection. The outside of the laboratory is a necessary object in my landscape-but I never once open the door and invite you to look in. I trace, in one of my characters, the result of the habitual practice of cruelty (no matter under what pretence) in fatally deteriorating the nature

nt withdraws, and lea