Gods and Mr Perrin

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h1> THE GODS AND MR. PERRIN </h1> <h2> By Hugh Walpole </h2> <p><br/></p> <h3> TO </h3> <h3> PUNCH </h3> <p>My Dear Punch,</p> <p>There are a thousand and one reasons why I should dedicate this book to you. It would take a very long time and much good paper to give you them all; but here, at any rate, is one of them. Do you remember a summer day last year that we spent together? The place was a little French town, and we climbed its high, crooked street, and had tea in an inn at the top&mdash;an inn with a square courtyard, bad, impossible tea, and a large black cat.</p> <p>It was on that afternoon that I introduced you for a little time to Mr. Perrin, and you, because you have more understanding and sympathy than anyone I have ever met, understood him and sympathized. For the good things that you have done for me I can never repay you, but for the good things that you did on that afternoon for Mr. Perrin I give you this book.</p> <p>Yours affectionately,</p> <h3> HUGH WALPOLE. </h3> <p>Chelsea, January 1911.</p> <p><br/><br/></p>18 <hr /> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </SPAN></p> <br/> <h1> THE GODS AND MR. PERRIN </h1> <p><br/><br/></p> <hr /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />