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Contents ( 31)
  1. Table of Contents
  2. Introduction
  3. The Crystal Cup
  4. I. The Dream-Birth
  5. II. The Feast of Beauty
  6. III. The Story of the Moonbeam
  7. The Chain of Destiny
  8. I. A Warning
  9. II. More Links
  10. III. The Third To-morrow
  11. IV Afterwards
  12. The Castle of the King
  13. The Dualitists; or, the Death Doom of the Double Born
  14. Chapter I. Bis Dat Qui Non Cito Dat1
  15. Chapter II. Halcyon Days
  16. Chapter III. Rumours of Wars
  17. Chapter IV The Tucket Sounds
  18. Chapter V The First Crusade
  19. Chapter VI. “Let the Dead Past Bury Its Dead”
  20. Chapter VII. A Cloud with Golden Lining
  21. The Burial of the Rats
  22. The Judge’s House
  23. The Secret of the Growing Gold
  24. The Coming of Abel Behenna
  25. The Squaw
  26. A Dream of Red Hands
  27. Crooken Sands
  28. Dracula’s Guest
  29. A Star Trap
  30. A Gipsy Prophecy
  31. A CATALOG OF SELECTED DOVER BOOKS IN ALL FIELDS OF INTEREST

“I say, ma‘am, you needn’t be skeered over that cat. I go heeled, I du!” Here he slapped his pistol pocket at the back of his lumbar region. “Why sooner’n have you worried, I’ll shoot the critter, right here, an’ risk the police interferin’ with a citizen of the United States for carryin’ arms contrairy to reg’lations!” As he spoke he looked over the wall, but the cat, on seeing him, retreated, with a growl, into a bed of tall flowers, and was hidden. He went on: “Blest if that ar critter ain’t got more sense of what’s good for her than most Christians. I guess we’ve seen the last of her! You bet, she’ll go back now to that busted kitten and have a private funeral of it, all to herself!”

Amelia did not like to say more, lest he might, in mistaken kindness to her, fulfil his threat of shooting the cat: and so we went on and crossed the little wooden bridge leading to the gateway whence ran the steep paved roadway between the Burg and the pentagonal Torture Tower. As we crossed the bridge we saw the cat again down below us. When she saw us her fury seemed to return, and she made frantic efforts to get up the steep wall. Hutcheson laughed as he looked down at her, and said:

“Good-bye, old girl. Sorry I in-jured your feelin’s, but you’ll get over it in time! So long!” And then we passed through the long, dim archway and came to the gate of the Burg.

When we came out again after our survey of this most beautiful old place which not even the well-intentioned efforts of the Gothic restorers of forty years ago have been able to spoil—though their restoration was then glaring white—we seemed to have quite forgotten the unpleasant episode of the morning. The old lime tree with its great trunk gnarled with the passing of nearly nine centuries, the deep well cut through the heart of the rock by those captives of old, and the lovely view from the city wall whence we heard, spread over almost a full quarter of an hour, the multitudinous chimes of the city, had all helped to wipe out from our minds the incident of the slain kitten.