... running away from her, only to fall into another woman's clutches. And so on and so on. Much fun, some emotions, and no moral to speak of. But the moral doesn't matter here. NOVEL NOTES. ...

... moral, and morals show up best in black and white. We should like Mrs. Baillie-Saunders's work better if her people did not speak quizzingly and huffily and mutter brokenly but at the same time we suspect her public is rather pleased than otherwise with ...

... eight, and husband not in before ten minutes to. Item, cigarette smoking in bed holes burned in the best linen sheets, not to speak of risks of fire and Patricia did not mention the fire, but nagged about the holes. Don't we all know it And yet it is only ...

... was the very man to discard a worthless wife and adopt a harassed young man and his wife and family, all in a breath, so to speak. He accomplished the extraordinarily difficult feat of being a benefactor without disturb ing the self-respect or the self-help ...

... and duennas as well as copious misunderstandings. It is very exciting perhaps it is too exciting galvanised passion, so to speak. Hearts are brittle and little bits of broken hearts are scattered over Rome. We are glad it happened in Rome. It has a fantastic ...

... It is a delectable performance. The afterword explains the abrupt con clusion of the love-story of Perion and Melicent, and speaks briefly of the yoman de Lusignan and the claim of Domnei to be no more than a rendering into English of its fragmentary manuscript ...

... psychology and the German offensive. Here is the latter end of the poor Lady Abigail, the sensitive slum born beauty. She is speaking. When we are able to convey intelligence to the ends of the earth as swiftly as thought, there should be some hope that the ...

... you read to the end because, if there are to be raptures and reconciliation, you simply have to be in at the death, so to speak, with cheers. And that is why Instead of the Thorn is likely to be popular. ...

... that its votaries are consumed before one's eyes. Miss Duke is too fine an artist to be didactic the logic of Tales of Hate speaks for itself. The book cannot fail to confirm the impression given by her earlier work that in her we have a writer of uncommon ...

... again, and the sequel may be guessed. Both husband and wife are left deliriously happy not with each other. Plot nothing to speak of, but writing excellent. An able, flaming, amazingly frank little drama of the sensual life, where vice is rewarded and virtue ...

... Madeleine Linford. (Parsons 7s. 6d.) (Parsons 7s. 6d.) Miss Linford takes her title from a phrase of Stevenson's, where he speaks about the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire. Sylvia Spring told Audrey Deane, the heroine, that the job they ...

... whose wife abets him in hushing-up the conse quences. Marjorie Booth lavishes fine writing on the situation. The earth, so to speak, is strewn with flowers. The doc tor and his wife were friends, nothing more but they were so truly friendly to each other ...