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"
Pecking
at
star
-
dust
,
"
Martin
took
up
the
strain
warmly
;
"
at
the
meteoric
flight
of
the
master
-
men
.
I
once
wrote
a
squib
on
them
—
the
critics
,
or
the
reviewers
,
rather
.
"
"
Let
’
s
see
it
,
"
Brissenden
begged
eagerly
.
So
Martin
unearthed
a
carbon
copy
of
"
Star
-
dust
,
"
and
during
the
reading
of
it
Brissenden
chuckled
,
rubbed
his
hands
,
and
forgot
to
sip
his
toddy
.
"
Strikes
me
you
’
re
a
bit
of
star
-
dust
yourself
,
flung
into
a
world
of
cowled
gnomes
who
cannot
see
,
"
was
his
comment
at
the
end
of
it
.
"
Of
course
it
was
snapped
up
by
the
first
magazine
?
"
Martin
ran
over
the
pages
of
his
manuscript
book
.
"
It
has
been
refused
by
twenty
-
seven
of
them
.
"
Brissenden
essayed
a
long
and
hearty
laugh
,
but
broke
down
in
a
fit
of
coughing
.
"
Say
,
you
needn
’
t
tell
me
you
haven
’
t
tackled
poetry
,
"
he
gasped
.
"
Let
me
see
some
of
it
.
"
"
Don
’
t
read
it
now
,
"
Martin
pleaded
.
"
I
want
to
talk
with
you
.
I
’
ll
make
up
a
bundle
and
you
can
take
it
home
.
"
Brissenden
departed
with
the
"
Love
-
cycle
,
"
and
"
The
Peri
and
the
Pearl
,
"
returning
next
day
to
greet
Martin
with
:
-
"
I
want
more
.
"
