CHAPTER VII
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Dunkle, finding himself swamped in debts and bankruptcy staring him in the face, had naturally turned his thought to the production of another book. Having a name now with which (as he believed) to conjure, he carried a few dozen of his poems to Messrs. Capper and Ironsides in the confident expectation that they would jump at them. No volume of poems could, of course, hope to make money as "Trixie" had made it; but Dunkle felt that, properly engineered, such a volume with his name on it should be worth a good many thousands
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