This lover was an Englishman of a type sufficiently familiar in
novels--cold and masterful, but, for some reason not apparent to me,
extremely attractive. As he seemed to be roaming about France with the
object of getting NAPOLEON out of the way by any means available, I am
not certain that he was playing the game, even when we remember that
the rules of it were lax enough at the beginning of the nineteenth
century. But we are not asked to weigh carefully the merits of
character. It is just a romance of incident, in which a hot pace is
set at the start and kept up to the finish. In short you get a good
run for your money, and that is all about it.
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[Illustration: THE THEORIST.]
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From a review of a novel:--
"Joan is pretty, and Stewart Austen ... asks her to marry
him. Joan refuses indignantly on the ground that his views
and conduct are opposed to those which as a member of a
Suffrage Society she is pledged to eradicate.
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