The Net
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CONTENTS: I. THE TRAIN FROM PALERMO II. A CONFESSION AND A PROMISE III. THE GOLDEN GIRL IV. THE FEAST AT TERRANOVA V. WHAT WAITED AT THE ROADSIDE VI. A NEW RESOLVE VII. THE SEARCH BEGINS VIII. OLD TRAILS IX. "ONE WHO KNOWS" X. MYRA NELL WARREN XI. THE KIDNAPPING XII. LA MAFIA XIII. THE BLOOD OF HIS ANCESTORS XIV. THE NET TIGHTENS XV. THE END OF THE QUEST XVI. QUARANTINE XVII. AN OBLIGATION IS MET ...
MoreCONTENTS: I. THE TRAIN FROM PALERMO II. A CONFESSION AND A PROMISE III. THE GOLDEN GIRL IV. THE FEAST AT TERRANOVA V. WHAT WAITED AT THE ROADSIDE VI. A NEW RESOLVE VII. THE SEARCH BEGINS VIII. OLD TRAILS IX. "ONE WHO KNOWS" X. MYRA NELL WARREN XI. THE KIDNAPPING XII. LA MAFIA XIII. THE BLOOD OF HIS ANCESTORS XIV. THE NET TIGHTENS XV. THE END OF THE QUEST XVI. QUARANTINE XVII. AN OBLIGATION IS MET XVIII. BELISARIO CARDI XIX. FELICITE XX. THE MAN IN THE SHADOWS XXI. UNDER FIRE XXII. A MISUNDERSTANDING XXIII. THE TRIAL AND THE VERDICT XXIV. AT THE FEET OF THE STATUE XXV. THE APPEAL XXVI. AT THE DUSK an excerpt from CHAPTER I: THE TRAIN FROM PALERMO The train from Palermo was late. Already long, shadowy fingers were reaching down the valleys across which the railroad track meandered. Far to the left, out of an opalescent sea, rose the fairy-like Lipari Islands, and in the farthest distance Stromboli lifted its smoking cone above the horizon. On the landward side of the train, as it reeled and squealed along its tortuous course, were gray and gold Sicilian villages perched high against the hills or drowsing among fields of artichoke and sumac and prickly pear. To one familiar with modern Sicilian railway trains the journey eastward from Palermo promises no considerable discomfort, but twenty-five years ago it was not to be lightly undertaken--not to be undertaken at all, in fact, without an unusual equipment of patience and a resignation entirely lacking in the average Anglo-Saxon. It was not surprising, therefore, that Norvin Blake, as the hours dragged along, should remark less and less upon the beauties of the island and more and more upon the medieval condition of the rickety railroad coach in which he was shaken and buffeted about. He shifted himself to an easier position upon the seat and lighted a cheroot; for although this was his first glimpse of Sicily, he had watched the same villages come and go all through a long, hot afternoon, had seen the same groves of orange and lemon and dust-green olive-trees, the same fields of Barbary figs, the same rose-grown garden spots, until he was heartily tired of them all. He felt at liberty to smoke, for the only other occupant of the compartment was a young priest in flowing mantle and silk beaver hat.
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