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for when he left us, he carried away the manuscript in his  
portmanteau.  
Here, then, was everything to keep me up, sympathy, help, and now a  
positive engagement. I had chosen besides a very easy style.  
Compare it with the almost contemporary 'Merry Men', one reader may  
prefer the one style, one the other--'tis an affair of character,  
perhaps of mood; but no expert can fail to see that the one is much  
more difficult, and the other much easier to maintain. It seems as  
though a full-grown experienced man of letters might engage to turn  
out Treasure Island at so many pages a day, and keep his pipe  
alight. But alas! this was not my case. Fifteen days I stuck to  
it, and turned out fifteen chapters; and then, in the early  
paragraphs of the sixteenth, ignominiously lost hold. My mouth was  
empty; there was not one word of Treasure Island in my bosom; and  
here were the proofs of the beginning already waiting me at the  
'Hand and Spear'! Then I corrected them, living for the most part  
alone, walking on the heath at Weybridge in dewy autumn mornings, a  
good deal pleased with what I had done, and more appalled than I  
can depict to you in words at what remained for me to do. I was  
thirty-one; I was the head of a family; I had lost my health; I had  
never yet paid my way, never yet made 200 pounds a year; my father  
had quite recently bought back and cancelled a book that was judged  
a failure: was this to be another and last fiasco? I was indeed  
very close on despair; but I shut my mouth hard, and during the  
journey to Davos, where I was to pass the winter, had the  
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