The Lord of the Sea

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THE LORD OF THE SEA
By M. P. SHIEL
CONTENTS
I. THE EXODUS
II. THE FEZ
III. THE HUNTING-CROP
IV. THE SWOON
V. REID'S
VI. "PEARSON'S WEEKLY"
VII. THE ELM
VIII. THE METEOR
IX. HOGARTH'S GUNS
X. ISAAC
XI. WROXHAM BROAD
XII. THE ROSE
XIII. OUT OF THE WORLD
XIV. THE PRIEST
XV. MONSIGNOR
XVI. THE ROPE

XVII. OLD TOM'S LETTER
XVIII. CHLOROFORM
XIX. THE GREAT BELL
XX. THE INFIRMARY
XXI. IN THE DEEP
XXII. OLD TOM
XXIII. UNDER THE ELM
XXIV. FRANKL SEES THE METEORITE
XXV. CHURCH ARCHITECTURE
XXVI. FRANKL AND O'HARA
XXVII. THE BAG OF LIGHT
XXVIII. THE LETTER
XXIX. PRIORITY OF CLAIM
XXX. MR. BEECH
XXXI. THE HAMMERS
XXXII. WONDER
XXXIII. REEFS OF STEEL
XXXIV. THE "KAISER"
XXXV. THE CUP OF TREMBLING
XXXVI. THE "BOODAH" AND THE BATTLESHIPS

XXXVII. THE STRAITS
XXXVIII. THE MANIFESTO
XXXIX. THE "BOODAH'S" LOCK-UP
XL. THE WEDDING
XLI. THE VISIT
XLII. REBEKAH TELLS
XLIII. THE LAND BILL
XLIV. THE REGENCY
XLV. ESTRELLA, THE PROPHETESS
XLVI. THE ORDER IN COUNCIL
XLVII. THE EMIGRANTS
XLVIII. THE SEA-FORTS
XLIX. THE DÉBACLE
L. THE DECISION
LI. THE MODEL
I
THE EXODUS
In the Calle Las Gabias--one of those by-streets of Lisbon below St.
Catherine--there occurred one New Year a little event in the Synagogue
there worth a mention in this history of Richard, Lord of the Sea.
It was Kol Nidrè, eve of the Day of Atonement, and the little BethEl,

sweltering in a dingy air, was transacting the long-drawn
liturgy,
when, behind the curtain where the women sat, an old dame who had
been gazing upward smote her palms together, and let slip a little
scream: "The Day is coming...!"
She then fainted, and till near ten lay on her bed, lit by the Yom Kippur
candle, with open eyes, but without speech, her sere face still beautiful,
on each temple a little pyramid of plaits, with gold-and-coral ear-rings:
a holy belle. About ten P.M. three women watching heard her murmur:
"My child, Rebekah...!"
She was childless, and whom she meant was not known. However,
soon afterwards there was a form at the amulet-guarded door, and
Estrella sat up, saying: "Rebekah, my child..."
A young lady of twenty-two ran in and embraced her, saying: "I have
been to Paris and Madrid with my father--just arrived, so flew to see
you. We leave for London to-night".
"No: I shall keep you seven days. Tell Frankl _I_ say so. What jewels!
You have grown into a rose of glory, the eyes are profounder and
blacker, and that brow was made for high purpose. Tell me--have you a
lover?"
"No, mamma Estrella".
"Then, why the blush?"
"It is nothing at all," Miss Frankl answered: "five years ago when at
school in Bristol I thrice saw through a grating a young man with
whom I was frivolous enough to speak. Happily, I do not know what
has become of him--a wild, divine kind of creature, of whom I am well
rid, and never likely to see again".
The old lady mused. "What was he?"
"A sailor".

"Not a common sailor?"
"I fancy so, mamma".
"What name?"
"Hogarth--Richard".
"A Jew?"
"An Englishman!"
She laughed, as the old lady's eyes opened in sacred horror, and as she
whispered: "Child!"
Within three months of that night, one midnight the people of Prague
rose and massacred most of the Jewish residents; the next day the flame
broke out in Buda-Pesth; and within a week had become a revolution.
On the twelfth morning one of two men in a City bank said to the other:
"Come, Frankl, you cannot fail a