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قراءة كتاب Hurricane Island
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Hurricane Island
By H. B. MARRIOTT WATSON
Author of "CAPTAIN FORTUNE," Etc.
A. L. BURT COMPANY,
PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
Copyright, 1904, by
H. B. Marriott Watson
Copyright in Great Britain
Copyright, 1905, by
Doubleday, Page & Company
Published, February, 1905
TO
RICHARD BRERETON MARRIOTT WATSON
MY KEEN YET APPRECIATIVE CRITIC,
WHO PLEADED
ON BEHALF OF THE VILLAINS,
THIS TALE OF ADVENTURE BY SEA
IS DEDICATED WITH LOVE BY
ITS AUTHOR AND HIS
[Transcriber's Note: The dedication is incomplete.]
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | "The Sea Queen" | 3 |
| II. | In the "Three Tuns" | 15 |
| III. | Mademoiselle Trebizond | 30 |
| IV. | An Amazing Proposition | 45 |
| V. | The Wounded Man | 57 |
| VI. | The Conference in the Cabin | 73 |
| VII. | The Rising | 89 |
| VIII. | The Capture of the Bridge | 105 |
| IX. | The Flag of Truce | 123 |
| X. | Legrand's Wink | 135 |
| XI. | The Lull | 144 |
| XII. | In the Saloon | 157 |
| XIII. | The Fog | 169 |
| XIV. | Barraclough Takes a Hand | 179 |
| XV. | The Fight in the Music-Room | 193 |
| XVI. | Pye | 205 |
| XVII. | The Third Attack | 222 |
| XVIII. | At Dead of Night | 237 |
| XIX. | The Tragedy | 250 |
| XX. | The Escape | 267 |
| XXI. | On the Island | 278 |
| XXII. | Holgate's Last Hand | 295 |
HURRICANE ISLAND
CHAPTER I
"The Sea Queen"
Pember Street, E., is never very cheerful in appearance, not even in mid-spring, when the dingy lilacs in the forecourts of those grimy houses bourgeon and blossom. The shrubs assimilate soon the general air of depression common to the neighbourhood. The smoke catches and turns them; they wilt or wither; and the bunches of flowers are sicklied over with the smuts and blacks of the roaring chimneys. The one open space within reach is the river, and thither I frequently repaired during the three years I practised in the East End. At least it was something to have that wide flood before one, the channel of great winds and the haunt of strange craft. The tide grew turbid under the Tower Bridge and rolled desolately about the barren wilderness of the Isle of Dogs; but it was for all that a breach in the continuity of ugly streets and houses, a wide road itself, on which tramped unknown and curious lives, passing to and fro between London and foreign parts.
Unless a man be in deadly earnest or very young, I cannot conceive a career more distressing to the imagination and crushing to the ambition than the practice of medicine in the East End. The bulk of my cases were club cases which enabled me to be sure of a living, and the rest