Kit Musgrave's Luck. Harold Bindloss

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       Harold Bindloss

      Kit Musgrave's Luck

      Published by Good Press, 2021

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      EAN 4064066128739

Table of Contents

       PART I THE WIDE HORIZON

       CHAPTER I KIT'S PLUNGE

       CHAPTER II OTHER RULES

       CHAPTER III A MOUNTAIN EXCURSION

       CHAPTER IV KIT'S OBSTINACY

       CHAPTER V MRS AUSTIN'S VERANDA

       CHAPTER VI THE INJURED PASSENGER

       CHAPTER VII THE BULLET

       CHAPTER VIII A SWIMMING MATCH

       CHAPTER IX KIT GIVES HIS CONFIDENCE

       CHAPTER X MRS. AUSTIN MAKES SOME PLANS

       CHAPTER XI THE PLANS WORK

       PART II RESPONSIBILITY

       CHAPTER I OLIVIA'S EXPERIMENT

       CHAPTER II THE FIRST VOYAGE

       CHAPTER III KIT'S SURPRISE

       CHAPTER IV WOLF GIVES A FEAST

       CHAPTER V WOLF'S OFFER

       CHAPTER VI BETTY CARRIES A MESSAGE

       CHAPTER VII SHIPPING CAMELS

       CHAPTER VIII AN IDLE AFTERNOON

       CHAPTER IX THE THIRD VOYAGE

       CHAPTER X SMOKE ON THE HORIZON

       CHAPTER XI MIGUEL TAKES CONTROL

       CHAPTER XII THE RETREAT TO THE BOAT

       PART III KIT FINDS HIS LEVEL

       CHAPTER I ILLUMINATION

       CHAPTER II "CAYMAN'S" START

       CHAPTER III THE WADY

       CHAPTER IV KIT NEGOTIATES

       CHAPTER V THE RETURN TO THE BEACH

       CHAPTER VI BETTY DEMANDS HELP

       CHAPTER VII THE "LUCIA" ARRIVES

       CHAPTER VIII "CAYMAN'S" RETURN

       CHAPTER IX KIT'S REWARD

       CHAPTER X OLIVIA'S REFUSAL

       CHAPTER XI DAYBREAK

PART I

       THE WIDE HORIZON

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CHAPTER I

       KIT'S PLUNGE

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      The morning was hot, and Kit Musgrave, leaning on the African liner's rail, watched the volcanic rocks of Grand Canary grow out of the silver haze. He was conscious of some disappointment, because on the voyage to Las Palmas he had pictured a romantic white city shining against green palms. Its inhabitants were grave Spaniards, who secluded their wives and daughters in old Moorish houses with shady patios where fountains splashed. Now he saw he had got the picture wrong.

      Las Palmas was white, but not at all romantic. A sandy isthmus, swept by rolling clouds of dust, connected the town and the frankly ugly port. The houses round the harbor looked like small brown blocks. Behind them rose the Isleta cinder hill; in front, coal-wharfs and limekilns, hidden now and then by dust, occupied the beach. Moreover, the Spaniards on board the boats about the ship were excited, gesticulating ruffians. Bombay peddlers, short, dark-skinned Portuguese, and Canario dealers in wine, tobacco, and singing birds, pushed up the gangway. All disputed noisily in their eagerness to show their goods to the passengers.

      Yet Kit was not altogether disappointed. Somehow the industrial ugliness of the port and the crowd's businesslike activity were soothing. Kit had not known much romantic beauty, but he knew the Lancashire mining villages and the mean streets behind the Liverpool docks. Besides, he was persuaded that commerce, particularly British commerce, had a civilizing, uplifting power.

      Seeing he would buy nothing, the peddlers left him alone, and he mused about the adventure on which he had embarked. Things had happened rapidly since he went one morning to Don Arturo's office in Liverpool and joined the crowd in the great man's