"On Friday night, he finished the serial, twenty-one thousand words long. At
two cents a word, he calculated, that would bring him four hundred and twenty
dollars. Not a bad week's work. It was more money than he had ever
possessed at one time. He did not know how he could spend it all. He had
tapped a gold imine. Where this came from he could always get more."
"Martin Eden", by Jack London
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