The Gold Brick. Ann S. Stephens
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Название: The Gold Brick

Автор: Ann S. Stephens

Издательство: Bookwire

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СКАЧАТЬ XLIII. FRIENDS IN COUNCIL.

       CHAPTER XLIV. THE SEPARATION.

       CHAPTER XLV. PAUL FINDS A NEW HOME.

       CHAPTER XLVI. JUBE FINDS HIS WAY TO BAYS HOLLOW.

       CHAPTER XLVII. A CHILDISH CONSULTATION.

       CHAPTER XLVIII. PAUL SEES HIS MOTHER'S NECKLACE.

       CHAPTER XLIX. A PALACE READY FOR ITS MISTRESS.

       CHAPTER L. COMING HOME OF THE BRIDE.

       CHAPTER LI. THE DAY BEFORE TRIAL.

       CHAPTER LII. THE STREETS AND THE COURT HOUSE.

       CHAPTER LIII. THE DOCTOR'S EVIDENCE.

       CHAPTER LIV. THE VERDICT.

       CHAPTER LV. THE TRAIL OF THE SERPENT.

       CHAPTER LVI. LOVE'S GOLDEN HARVEST.

       CHAPTER LVII. ONE HOUR OF SHAME.

       CHAPTER LVIII. THE MOTHER AND SON.

       CHAPTER LIX. THE EMPTY HOUSE.

       CHAPTER LX. TOM HUTCHINS' LETTER.

       CHAPTER LXI. UNSATISFIED VANITY.

       CHAPTER LXII. ARTFUL FASCINATIONS.

       CHAPTER LXIII. GATHERING APPLES.

       CHAPTER LXIV. MARRIED AGAIN.

       CHAPTER LXV. THE FANCY BALL.

       CHAPTER LXVI. STRANGE GUESTS.

       CHAPTER LXVII. TOGETHER, YET SEPARATED.

       CHAPTER LXVIII. THE TREASURE VAULT.

       CHAPTER LXIX. SIMSBURY MINES.

       CHAPTER LXX. THE PRISON ANGEL.

       CHAPTER LXXI. THE SWEATING OVEN.

       CHAPTER LXXII. UNDER THE APPLE TREE.

       CHAPTER LXXIII. OUT OF A SCRAPE.

       CHAPTER LXXIV. THE LONELY HOUSE.

       CHAPTER LXXV. THE MANIAC'S TOILET.

       CHAPTER LXXVI. THE DOCTOR'S RIDE.

       CHAPTER LXXVII. THE CONVICT'S RETURN.

       CHAPTER LXXVIII. TOM HUTCHINS' QUARREL.

       CHAPTER LXXIX. THE WEDDING AND THE BAPTISM.

       THE MASSACRE.

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      A low coast, burdened in every foot of its soil with the luxuriant growth of a tropical climate; a large town, straggling and flat, swarming like a hive of bees with turbulent life. Lights flickering wildly from the windows and dancing with a fantastic and red glare up and down the streets. A dull, hollow sound rolling constantly out upon the stillness of the waters, broken now and then with sharp shrieks as lightning cleaves the thunder gust.

      This was the scene commanded from the deck of a New England brig, lying in the harbor of Port au Prince, on one of those terrible nights in the end of the last century, when the horrible passions that had rioted through France, like wild beasts ravening for blood, fled across seas and fired themselves anew in the hot life of the tropics.

      The contrast between the stillness of the harbor, where the starlight fell smilingly, and the waters rippled like kisses around the vessels, and that demon riot on the shore, was awful. To lie so near, with death shrieks cutting the air every instant, with murderous yells chasing them, like fiends, was enough to drive men mad. The iron-hearted New England sailors on that deck, grew restive as caged lions, while the tumult swelled louder and louder around them. The young captain turned white as he took short marches up and down the deck. The men drew close together, eyeing each other with fierce glances. A word from the captain would have sent them headlong into the massacre, in a wild effort to save the women and children, whose shrieks, even from the distance, drove them frantic.

      But what could they do?—a handful of men against thousands on thousands of brutalized blacks, swarming in that doomed city. It was terrible to remain, but madness to go. The captain СКАЧАТЬ