The Dust of Conflict
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Bindloss Harold. The Dust of Conflict
I – VIOLET WAYNE’S CONFIDENCE
II – DAVIDSON MEETS HIS MATCH
III – TONY CANNOT DECIDE
IV – THE VERDICT
V – APPLEBY MAKES A FRIEND
VI – THE SCHOONER “VENTURA”
VII – THE DESCENT OF SANTA MARTA
VIII – APPLEBY’S PRISONER
IX – THE BREAKING OF THE NET
X – AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
XI – THE ALCALDE’S BALL
XII – PANCHO’S WARNING
XIII – THE SECOND ATTEMPT
XIV – APPLEBY PROVES OBDURATE
XV – TONY’S LAST OPPORTUNITY
XVI – DANE COP
XVII – TONY IS PAINFULLY ASTONISHED
XVIII – NETTIE ASKS A QUESTION
XIX – POSITIVE PROOF
XX – FOUND GUILTY
XXI – TONY’S DECISION
XXII – MORALES MAKES A PROPOSAL
XXIII – APPLEBY TAKES A RISK
XXIV – RESPITED
XXV – MORALES SITS STILL
XXVI – THE SEIZING OF SAN CRISTOVAL
XXVII – HARDING’S APPROBATION
XXVIII – TONY MAKES AMENDS
XXIX – TONY PERSISTS
XXX – MORALES PRESERVES HIS FAME
XXXI – STRUCK OFF THE ROLL
XXXII – APPLEBY LEAVES SANTA MARTA
XXXIII – VIOLET REGAINS HER LIBERTY
XXXIV – THE RIGHT MAN
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IT was with confused feelings that Appleby, treading softly as he crossed the gravelled terrace, slipped into the gloom of a shrubbery. There was a trace of frost in the air, and the stars shone brightly, but here and there a thin white mist hung in filmy wisps. He was, however, conscious of an elation which had a curious bracing effect. Violet Wayne had trusted him with her confidence, and it was the first time a woman of her station had cast more than a passing glance on him. Her reposeful serenity, with its faint suggestion of imperiousness, had impressed him more than her beauty, and he was sensible of an unbounded respect and admiration for Tony’s fiancée. Tony had also, in his indolent fashion, and perhaps because the favors he dispensed cost him nothing, been a good friend to him, which was, however, not astonishing, since Appleby had fought most of his battles for him and stood between him and the results of his easy-going carelessness at school. Tony Palliser was one of the men who need the guidance of a stronger hand, and usually obtain it.
Appleby had, however, affairs of his own to think of that night, and as he swung across a misty meadow the half-formed resolution which had been long in his mind took definite shape, and he decided he would not go back to the drudgery his soul detested. His father had risen by valor from the ranks, and the instincts he had stubbornly held in check at last asserted themselves dominantly. He remembered the sordid poverty, the struggle to maintain appearances, and the strain of forced attention to an uncongenial task, and asked himself half contemptuously why he had borne them so long. He had spent his early years in Spain, where he had been taught out of charity by an army chaplain, and had reckless brown-faced muleteers and smugglers and grave artillery officers, the gatekeepers of the Mediterranean, for his friends, while the fortnight spent at Northrop had brought back old associations overwhelmingly.
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“It shall be looked into, but we will make a start now as you have sent the beaters on,” said Palliser, who turned to his guests. “I am sorry we have kept you waiting, gentlemen.”
They started, and, as it happened, Tony and Appleby sat at the back of the dog-cart which followed the larger vehicle, while the rattle of gravel beneath the wheels rendered their conversation inaudible to those who sat in front.
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