=The Lady’s Pictorial.=—‘The book is a clever and powerful one.... Cynthia Marlowe will live in our memories as a sweet and noble woman; one of whom it is a pleasure to think of beside some of the ‘emancipated’ heroines so common in the fiction of the day.’ =The Manchester Courier.=—‘The author of _The Silence of Dean Maitland_ gives to the reading world another sound and magnificent work.... In both these works Maxwell Gray has taken “Nemesis” as his grand _motif_. In each work there sits behind the hero that _atra cura_ which poisons the wholesome draught of human joy. In each is present the corroding blight that comes of evil done and not discovered.’ LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN, 21 BEDFORD STREET, W.C. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE NAULAHKA A Tale of West and East BY RUDYARD KIPLING AND WOLCOTT BALESTIER _In One Volume, price 6s._ =The Athenæum.=—‘There is no one but Mr. Kipling who can make his readers taste and smell, as well as see and hear, the East; and in this book (if we except the description of Tarvin’s adventures in the deserted city of Gunvaur, which is perhaps less clear-cut than usual) he has surely surpassed himself. In his faculty for getting inside the Eastern mind and showing its queer workings Mr. Kipling stands alone.’ =The Academy.=—‘_The Naulahka_ contains passages of great merit. There are descriptions scattered through its pages which no one but Mr. Kipling could have written.... Whoever reads this novel will find much of it hard to forget ... and the story of the exodus from the hospital will rank among the best passages in modern fiction.’ =The Times.=—‘A happy idea, well adapted to utilize the respective experience of the joint authors.... An excellent story.... The dramatic train of incident, the climax of which is certainly the interview between Sitabhai and Tarvin, the alternate crudeness and ferocity of the girl-queen, the susceptibility of the full-blooded American, hardly kept in subjection by his alertness and keen eye to business, the anxious eunuch waiting in the distance with the horses, and fretting as the stars grow paler and paler, the cough of the tiger slinking home at the dawn after a fruitless night’s hunt—the whole forms a scene not easily effaced from the memory.’