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I
stared
and
then
smote
my
forehead
.
"
Josella
Playton
,
of
course
.
I
couldn
’
t
think
why
that
name
kept
on
nearly
ringing
bells
.
You
wrote
that
thing
?
"
I
added
incredulously
.
I
couldn
’
t
think
why
I
had
not
remembered
before
.
Her
photograph
had
been
all
over
the
place
—
not
a
very
good
photograph
,
now
I
could
look
at
the
original
,
and
the
book
had
been
all
over
the
place
too
.
Two
large
circulating
libraries
had
banned
it
,
probably
on
the
title
alone
.
After
that
its
success
had
been
assured
,
and
the
sales
went
rocketing
up
into
the
hundred
thousands
.
Josella
chuckled
.
I
was
glad
to
hear
it
.
"
Oh
dear
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
look
just
like
all
my
relatives
did
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
blame
them
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
Did
you
read
it
?
"
she
asked
.
I
shook
my
head
.
She
sighed
.
"
People
are
funny
.
All
you
know
about
it
is
the
title
and
the
publicity
,
and
you
’
re
shocked
.
And
it
’
s
such
a
harmless
little
book
,
really
.
Mixture
of
green
-
sophisticated
and
pink
-
romantic
,
with
patches
of
schoolgirly
-
purple
.
But
the
title
was
a
good
idea
.
"
"
All
depends
what
you
mean
by
good
,
"
I
suggested
.
"
And
you
put
your
own
name
to
it
,
too
.
"
"
That
,
"
she
agreed
,
"
was
a
mistake
.
