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=Sir Mortimer.= By MARY JOHNSTON, Author of "Audrey," "By Order of the Company," "The Old Dominion."
=Incomparable Bellairs.= By AGNES & EGERTON CASTLE, Authors of "The Star Dreamer," "Young April," etc. Illustrated by FRED PEGRAM.
=Turnpike Travellers.= By ELEANOR HAYDEN, Author of "From a Thatched Cottage."
=Broke of Covenden.= By J. C. SNAITH, Author of "Mistress Dorothy Marvin," "Fierceheart the Soldier," etc.
=The Imperialist.= By SARA JEANNETTE DUNCAN (Mrs. Everard Cotes), Author of "Those Delightful Americans," etc.
=Dorothea: A Story of the Pure in Heart.= By MAARTEN MAARTENS, Author of "My Poor Relations, "God's Fool," etc.
=The Bindweed.= By NELLIE K. BLISSETT, Author of "The Concert Director," etc.
=Enid.= By MARMADUKE PICKTHALL, Author of "Said the Fisherman."
=Veranilda.= By GEORGE GISSING, Author of "The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft," "New Grub Street," etc.
=Belchamber.= By HOWARD STURGIS, Author of "Tim" and "All that was Possible."
=The Ladder of Tears.= By G. COLMORE, Author of "The Strange Story of Hester Wynne," etc.
=Jewel: A Chapter in Her Life.= By CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM.
=The Tutor's Love Story.= By WALTER FRITH, Author of "In Search of Quiet," etc.
=Angelo Bastiani.= By LIONEL CUST. Illustrated by FRANK MASON.
=Magnus Sinclair.= A Border Historical Novel. By HOWARD PEASE.
(_Author of "The Rescue" "The Confounding of Camilia" etc_)
BUTLER & TANNER, THE SELWOOD PRINTING WORKS. FROME, AND LONDON.
Mrs. Cuthbert Merrick, erect in her shining dogcart, watched the stout pony's indolent advance with severity, but with forbearance. The road was steep and the day hot.
Far below, the ascent began among beech-woods that climbed from gentle valleys; than came the pine-trees, casting blue-black shadows across the dusty road, and when the hill-top was reached the lighter shade of lime and birch and beech again dappled the sunny whiteness.
Mrs. Merrick allowed the pony to pause here, and glanced round at the wide distances below with something more of distaste for the supremacy of her outlook than admiration for its beauty. The view from the hill-top was a grievance to her. They had only bucolic meadows, and trees of an orderly dulness, that didn't even make Constable effects, to look at, below there, about Trensome Hall. But she turned her eyes resolutely from the unpleasing comparison, applied her whip smartly, and a minute's quick trot brought her to her destination.