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By the end of September, Owen's book was finished; and on a beautiful autumn morning he and Toni set off in the car on a journey to town, where a publisher, who was also a personal friend, was waiting to receive the manuscript.
Mr. Anson was a kindly, energetic man of middle age; and he had secretly long expected Owen to turn novelist; so that h