On the Face of the Waters: A Tale of the Mutiny

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Flora Annie Webster Steel. On the Face of the Waters: A Tale of the Mutiny

On the Face of the Waters: A Tale of the Mutiny

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ON THE FACE OF THE WATERS

ON THE FACE OF THE WATERS

BOOK I

THISTLEDOWN AND GOSSAMER

CHAPTER I

GOING! GOING! GONE!

CHAPTER II

HOME, SWEET HOME?

CHAPTER III

THE GREAT GULF FIXED

CHAPTER IV

TAPE AND SEALING-WAX

CHAPTER V

BRAVO!

CHAPTER VI

THE GIFT OF MANY FACES

BOOK II

THE BLOWING OF THE BUBBLE

CHAPTER I

IN THE PALACE

CHAPTER II

IN THE CITY

CHAPTER III

ON THE RIDGE

CHAPTER IV

IN THE VILLAGE

CHAPTER V

IN THE RESIDENCY

CHAPTER VI

THE YELLOW FAKIR

CHAPTER VII

THE WORD WENT FORTH

BOOK III

FROM DUSK TO DAWN

CHAPTER I

NIGHT

CHAPTER II

DAWN

CHAPTER III

DAYLIGHT

CHAPTER IV

NOON

CHAPTER V

SUNSET

CHAPTER VI

DUSK

BOOK IV

"SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE OF."

CHAPTER I

THE DEATH PLEDGE

CHAPTER II

PEACE? PEACE?

CHAPTER III

THE CHALLENGE

CHAPTER IV

BUGLES AND FIFES

CHAPTER V

THE DRUM ECCLESIASTIC

CHAPTER VI

VOX HUMANA

BOOK V

"THERE AROSE A MAN."

CHAPTER I

FORWARD

CHAPTER II

BITS, BRIDLES, SPURS

CHAPTER III

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

CHAPTER IV

AT LAST

CHAPTER V

THROUGH THE WALLS

CHAPTER VI

REWARDS AND PUNISHMENTS

BOOK VI

APPENDIX A

APPENDIX B

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Flora Annie Webster Steel

Published by Good Press, 2021

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Once more the monotonous cooing from the outside filled the darkness and the light of the large, lofty room. For it was curiously dark in the raftered roof and the distant corners; curiously light in the great bars of golden sunshine slanting across the floor. In one of them James Greyman stood, a dark silhouette against an arch of pale blue sky, wreathed by the climbing begonia. He was a man of about forty, looking younger than his age, taller than his real height, by reason of his beardless face and the extreme ease and grace of his figure. He was burned brown as a native by constant exposure to the sun; but as he stooped to pick up his glove which had slipped from his hold, a rim of white showed above his wrist.

"So I supposed; but why should I save him?" he said briefly. The question, thus crudely put, left her without reply for a minute; during which he waited. Then, with a new tinge of softness in his voice, he went on: "It was a mistake to send for me. I thought so at the time, though, of course, I had no option. But now----"

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