WHEN this story of my life, or of such parts of it as are not deemed wholly unfit for publication, is read (and, no doubt, a public which devoured 'Scrawled Black' will stand almost anything), it will be found that I have sometimes acted without prim cautiousness-that I have, in fact, wallowed in crime. Stillicide and Mayhem I (rare old crimes ) are child's play to me, who have been an 'accessory after the fact ' In excuse, I can but plead two things-the excellence of the opportunity to do so, and the weakness of the resistance which my victim offered. If you cannot allow for these, throw the book out of the railway-carriage window You have paid your money, and to the verdict of your pale morality or absurd sense of art in fiction I am therefore absolutely indifferent. You are too angelic for me; I am too fiendish for you. Let us agree to differ. I say nothing about my boyhood. Twenty-five years ago a poor boy-but no matter. I was that boy I hurry on to the soaring period of manhood, 'when the strength, the nerve, the intellect is or should be at its height, ' or are or should be at their height, if you must have grammar in a Christmas Annual. My nerve was at its height: I was thirty.
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