The Silver Poppy: A Novel"The hero is a young Englishman--a graduate of Oxford--who has recently come to the United States. Although of high literary ideals and of real poetical ability, he is obliged to earn a living as a hack writer in New York. He becomes acquainted and finally falls in love with Cordelia Vaughan, an attractive young woman who has won fame and fortune as the author of a novel ("The Silver Poppy"), which is in reality not her own work, but that of a man who bequeathed the manuscript to her on his deathbed. In fact, Cordelia Vaughan ... is nothing but a literary imposter"--New England Magazine. Vol. 29, No. 5, Book Notes. |
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