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FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER

By MAXWELL GRAY

In One Volume, price 6s.

The Athenæum.—'Brightly and pleasantly written, Maxwell Gray's new story will entertain all readers who can enjoy the purely sentimental in fiction.'

The Scotsman.—'The story is full of bright dialogue: it is one of the pleasantest and healthiest novels of the season.'

HEARTS IMPORTUNATE

By EVELYN DICKINSON

In One Volume, price 6s.

The Daily Telegraph.—'Happy in title and successful in evolution, Miss Dickinson's novel is very welcome. We have read it with great pleasure, due not only to the interest of the theme, but to an appreciation of the artistic method, and the innate power of the authoress. It is vigorous, forcible, convincing.'

The Pall Mall Gazette.—'An enjoyable book, and a clever one.'

THE HIDDEN MODEL

By FRANCES HARROD

In One Volume, price 6s.

The Outlook.—'Intensely dramatic and moving. We have sensitive analysis of character, sentiment, colour, agreeable pathos.'

The Athenæum.—'A good story simply told and undidactic, with men and women in it who are creatures of real flesh and blood. An artistic coterie is described briefly and pithily, with humour and without exaggeration.'

The Academy.—'A pathetic little love idyll, touching, plaintive, and not without a kindly and gentle fascination.'

Literature.—'A remarkably original and powerful story: one of the most interesting and original books of the year.'

The Sunday Special.—'Thrilling from cover to cover.'

SAWDUST

By DOROTHEA GERARD

In One Volume, price 6s.

The Athenæum.—'Once again Dorothea Gerard has shown considerable ability in the delineation of diverse characters—ability as evident in the minor as in the chief persons; and, what is more, she gets her effects without any undue labouring of points as to the goodness or badness of her people.'

The Pall Mall Gazette.—'The little town of Zanee, a retired spot in the lower Carpathians, is the scene of Miss Gerard's book. Remote enough, geographically; but the writer has not seen her Galician peasants as foreigners, nor has she made them other than entirely human. Human, too, are the scheming Jews, the Polish Counts and Countesses, the German millionaire. The story is simple and eminently natural.'

London: WILLIAM HEINEMANN, 21 Bedford Street, W.C.