Rosa Mundi

Rosa Mundi

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Title: Rosa Mundi and Other Stories
Author: Ethel M. Dell
Release Date: October 17, 2004 [eBook #13774]
Language: English
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ROSA MUNDI AND OTHER STORIES
by

ETHEL M. DELL
Author of The Bars of Iron, The Keeper of the Door, The Knave of
Diamonds, The Obstacle Race, _The Rocks of Valpré_, The Way of an
Eagle, etc.

CONTENTS
ROSA MUNDI
A DEBT OF HONOUR I.--HOPE AND THE MAGICIAN II.--THE
VISITOR III.--THE FRIEND IN NEED IV.--HER NATURAL
PROTECTOR V.--MORE THAN A FRIEND VI.--HER ENEMY
VII.--THE SCRAPE VIII.--BEFORE THE RACE IX.--THE RACE
X.--THE ENEMY'S TERMS XI.--WITHOUT DEFENCE XII.--THE
PENALTY XIII.--THE CURSE OF THE VALLEY XIV.--HOW THE
TALE WAS TOLD XV.--THE NIGHT OF DESPAIR XVI.--THE
COMING OF HOPE
THE DELIVERER I.--A PROMISE OF MARRIAGE II.--A RING OF
VALUE III.--THE HONEYMOON IV.--A GRIEVOUS WOUND
V.--A STRUGGLE FOR MASTERY VI.--AN OFFER OF HELP
VII.--THE DELIVERER VIII.--AFTER THE ACCIDENT IX.--THE
END OF A MYSTERY X.--TAKEN TO TASK XI.--MONEY'S NOT
EVERYTHING XII.--AFTERWARDS--LOVE
THE PREY OF THE DRAGON
THE SECRET SERVICE MAN I.--A TIGHT PLACE II.--A BROKEN
FRIENDSHIP III.--DERRICK'S PARADISE IV.--CARLYON
DEFENDS HIMSELF V.--A WOMAN'S FORGIVENESS
VI.--FIEND OR KING? VII.--THE REAL COLONEL CARLYON
VIII.--THE STRANGER ON THE VERANDA IX.--A FIGHT IN THE
NIGHT X.--SAVED A SECOND TIME XI.--THE SECRET OUT
THE PENALTY

Rosa Mundi
Was the water blue, or was it purple that day? Randal Courteney
stretched his lazy length on the shady side of the great natural
breakwater that protected Hurley Bay from the Atlantic rollers, and
wondered. It was a day in late September, but the warmth of it was as a
dream of summer returned. The season was nearly over, or he had not
betaken himself thither, but the spell of heat had prolonged it unduly. It
had been something of a shock to him to find the place still occupied by
a buzzing crowd of visitors. He never came to it till he judged the
holidays to be practically over. For he loved it only when empty. His
idea of rest was solitude.
He wondered how long this pearly weather would last, and scanned the
sky for a cloud. In vain! There was no cloud all round that blue horizon,
and behind him the cliffs stood stark against an azure sky. Summer was
lingering, and even he had not the heart to wish her gone.
Something splashed noisily on the other side of the rocky breakwater.
Something squeaked and gurgled. The man frowned. He had tramped a
considerable distance to secure privacy. He had his new novel to think
out. This invasion was intolerable. He had not even smoked the first
pipe of his meditations. Impatiently he prepared to rise and depart.
But in that moment a voice accosted him, and in spite of himself he
paused. "I want to get over the breakwater," said the voice. "There's
such a large crab lives this side."
It was an engaging voice--a voice with soft, lilting notes in it--the voice
of a child.
Courteney's face cleared a little. The grimness went out of his frown,
the reluctance from his attitude. He stood up against the rocky barrier
and stretched his hands over to the unseen owner of the voice.
"I'll help you," he said.

"Oh!" There was an instant's pause; then two other hands, wet, cool,
slender, came up, clasping his. A little leap, a sudden strain, and a very
pink face beneath a cloud of golden hair laughed down into his. "You
must pull," she said; "pull hard!"
Courteney obeyed instructions. He pulled, and a pair of slim shoulders
clad in white, with a blue sailor collar, came into view. He pulled again,
and a white knee appeared, just escaping a blue serge skirt. At the third
pull she was over and standing, bare-footed, by his side. It had been a
fairy leap. He marvelled at the lightness of her till he saw her standing
so, with merry eyes upraised to his. Then he laughed, for she was
laughing--the infectious laugh of the truant.
"Oh, thank you ever so much," she said. "I knew it was much nicer this
side than the other. No one can see us here, either."
"Is that why you wanted to get over?" he asked.
She nodded, her pink face all mystery. "It's nice to get away from
everyone sometimes, isn't