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                            Mrs. Pendleton’s
                                   Four-in-hand

                           GERTRUDE ATHERTON




[Illustration: Gertrude Atherton]




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                            Mrs. Pendleton’s
                                   Four-in-hand

                                   BY
                           GERTRUDE ATHERTON

                    AUTHOR OF “THE CONQUEROR,” ETC.

                                New York
                         THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
                     LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD.
                                  1903

                         _All rights reserved_




[Illustration]

                            COPYRIGHT, 1902,
                       BY MRS. GERTRUDE ATHERTON.

                            COPYRIGHT, 1903,
                       BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

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            Set up, electrotyped, and published June, 1903.

                             Norwood Press
                J. S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith Co.
                         Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.




                             ILLUSTRATIONS

     Portrait of Gertrude Atherton               _Frontispiece_

                                                  FACING PAGE

     “‘I have been insulted’”                          11

     “‘Well, why don’t you go?’”                       87




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                            MRS. PENDLETON’S
                              FOUR-IN-HAND




                                   I


Jessica, her hands clenched and teeth set, stood looking with hard
eyes at a small heap of letters lying on the floor. The sun, blazing
through the open window, made her blink unconsciously, and the ocean’s
deep voice rising to the Newport sands seemed to reiterate:—

“Contempt! Contempt!”

Tall, finely pointed with the indescribable air and style of the New
York woman, she did not suggest intimate knowledge of the word the ocean
hurled to her. In that moss-green room, with her haughty face and clean
skin, her severe faultless gown, she