...ound of exclusion is that he makes fritters of English. It is hard for criticism to deal seriously with a novelist who writes: It is us; He . . . read on like some one reads in some ghastly dream; Jacobus . . . whom was exceedingly sick; So that was where they were being taken to; and the like. In the Contemporary Review his style seems to have been revised editorially, and we find nothing worse tha...