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The Saturday Review.—'Every page of it is worth reading. The author sets herself to write a fascinating book, and, in our opinion, has undoubtedly succeeded. '

The World.—'There are good things in this novel; excellent character-drawing, some forcibly realistic chapters in the life of a common soldier.'

The Daily News.—'The story is skilfully constructed, and will certainly add to Miss Robinson's reputation.'

The Daily Chronicle.—'Miss Robinson writes but little, and writes that little carefully. . . . Herein also is Miss Robinson true to life, and not false to art.'

The Realm.—'The story is powerfully written. It is worth reading.'

The Standard.—'All the vicissitudes of Treganna's career are interesting, and are vividly told.'

The Lady.—'A story of exceptional power and absorbing interest, earnest, forcible, intensely human, and of high literary merit.'

The Observer.—'The book is very ably written, and it is well worth reading. '

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Black and White.—'An original plot vigorously treated.'

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