I ever had the name of one that kept to himself, nor was bedfellow to none upon the high toby. 'Tis true enough that I have mixed in one or two affairs with others of my kidney, but these were mainly in my heady youth and when I was raw upon the pad, and the issues for the more part were against me. For one, there was that business with Creech about the King's treasure chests, the which came near to hanging of us all through that toad, Timothy Grubbe.
To J. M. BARRIE
My Dear Barrie,-It is all but twenty years since
we were first acquainted, for if we live till the spring of
1908, our friendship will have reached its majority.
Of those far-off days I cherish, as I believe you do, a
grateful memory. How many problems had we to
discuss, how many ideals had we to satisfy, and how
much ambition had we to fulfil! I think you, at least,
have gone far to fulfil all yours, who have written your
name indelibly in the literature of our generation.
That name I am, after the long lapse of years, prefixing
to this book of stories, in the hope that they
will interest you, and as a testimony to the enduring
quality of our friendship.
Yours always,
H. B. MARRIOTT WATSON.
January 1906
To J. M. BARRIE
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THE LORD CHIEF JUSTICE
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THE ATTACK ON THE CHAISE
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THE MAN IN BLACK
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