Obliterated fiction

  1.  *looks through GoogleBooks links* Time to start reading another Catholic novel, I think.  Hmmm...Let's say Preston Hall.
  2. Hey, this is a sequel to a satirical novella called Stumpingford.  Surely I should read that first?
  3. I will now look for Stumpingford.
  4. OK, I've found the author in the Wellesley Index (Daniel Parsons, apparently the husband of another Catholic novelist, Gertrude Parsons), but I haven't found Stumpingford.
  5. Maybe it was serialized in The Rambler, like Preston Hall?
  6. ...No.
  7. Perhaps a print copy is floating around the universe somewhere? I'll check WorldCat.
  8. WorldCat says the only copy is owned by the British Library.  I would find that out several months after I left.  
  9. Maybe the BL has digitized it.
  10. Here's the catalog ent--oh, for crying out loud, the shelfmark has a "D" prefix (translation: destroyed during the Blitz).
  11. ...So, does anyone happen to have a random copy of Stumpingford just, you know, lying about? In an attic, say?