ional revelations."
Mr. LUNN'S boys, alike in their speech and outlook, are admirably
observed; indeed the persons of the tale struck me throughout as being
better than its rather out-of-date happenings.

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My landlady assures me that _His Daughter_ (COLLINS) is a "lovely
story," and I think it only right that Mr. GOUVERNEUR MORRIS should
have the benefit of her criticism, since my own is distinctly less
favourable. Mr. MORRIS showed signs at one time of being able to write
a first-class novel of adventure, but he abandoned this field for a
more lucrative appeal to the Great American Bosom, whose taste, if
I may say so without endangering the League of Nations, is more in
harmony with my landlady's than with mine. His latest hero is one of
those magnificent fellows whom no woman can resist--or so they tell
him. Anyway he is irresistible enough to have two daughters, one born
in lawful wedlock, the other--of whose existence he is unaware for a
long time--in Paris. Which of the daughters is the one referred to in
the title is not clear, nor does it really seem to matter, since one
of them dies, and he undertakes, while in the throes of remorse, not
to make himself known to the other. Meanwhile the War has happened
along and given everyone who needed it an opportunity of redeeming his
Past, and, as the hero is getting old and has had a nasty crash in an
aeroplane, it seems possible that an era of comparative continence has
really set in. At this juncture we part with him--I without a pang; my
landlady, I well know, with a sigh for his lost irresistibility.

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_Barry Dunbar_, the heroic padre of Mr. RALPH CONNOR'S story, _The Sky
Pilot of No Man's Land_ (HODDER AND STOUGHTON), hailed from Canada and
went to France with the Canadians. Endowed with superb physical beauty
and considerable musical gifts he started, you might think, with
fortune in his favour. But at the outset he was a tactless young man
and had a good deal to learn before he was in any way competent to
teach. Mr. RALPH CONNOR has described with skill and great sincerity
the horrors of the War in the earlier days; but for me he has spoilt
both his story and the effect of it by his extreme sentimentality.
He is persistently concerned to raise a lump in my throat. I readily
believe that he was actuated by the highest motive in trying to show
us how responsive the Canadians were wh