Category: Historical Novels

Pharos, The Egyptian: A Romance

If ever a man in this world had a terrible--I might almost go so far as to add a shameful--story to relate, surely I, Cyril Forrester, am the one. How strange--indeed, how most unbelievable--it is I do not think I even realised myself until I sat down to write it. The question...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I.

If ever a man in this world had a terrible--I might almost go so far as to add a shameful--story to relate, surely I, Cyril Forrester, am the one. How strange--indeed, how most...

2. CHAPTER II.

As you are aware, my picture that year was hung in an excellent position, was favourably received by those for whose criticism I had any sort of respect, attracted its fair shar...

3. part I was curiously ill at ease. In a vague sort of fashion I had

appropriated her music to myself, and now I resented the praise the fashionable mob was showering upon her. Accordingly I drew back a little and made up my mind to get through t...

4. CHAPTER III.

To infer that my introduction that evening to the beautiful violinist and her diabolical companion, Monsieur Pharos, produced no effect upon me, would be as idle as it would mis...

5. CHAPTER IV.

When I came to myself again it was already morning. In a small square behind the studio the sparrows were discussing the prospects of breakfast, though as yet that earliest of a...

6. CHAPTER V.

If there is one place more than another for which I entertain a dislike that is akin to hatred, it is for Naples in the summer time--that wretched period when every one one know...

7. CHAPTER VI.

Anxious as I had been to see him, and eagerly as I had sought his presence, now that Pharos stood before me I was as frightened of him as I had been on the night I had first set...

8. CHAPTER VII.

If any one had told me on the night that I first met Pharos at the foot of Cleopatra's Needle that within a very short space of time I should be driving from Pompeii to Naples a...

9. CHAPTER VIII.

The clocks of the city had struck ten on the following evening when I left the carriage which Pharos had sent to convey me to the harbour, and, escorted by his servant, the same...

10. CHAPTER IX.

The captain was not very far out in his reckoning when he prophesied that the unusual calm of the previous evening betokened the approach of a storm. Every one who has had exper...

11. CHAPTER X.

It was almost dark when the yacht entered the harbour of Port Said, though the sky at the back of the town still retained the last lingering colours of the sunset, which had bee...

12. CHAPTER XI.

Of the circumstances under which my senses returned to me after the remarkable vision, for that is the only name I can assign to it, which I have described in the preceding chap...

13. CHAPTER XII.

Strange as it may seem, all the circumstances attending it being taken into consideration, that voyage up the Nile was one of the most enjoyable I have ever undertaken. It is tr...

14. CHAPTER XIII.

In describing what occurred after the curious admonition addressed to me by the old man who had conducted me to the subterranean chamber mentioned in the last chapter, I am oppr...

15. ill. My head and bones ached, while my left arm, which had never yet

lost the small purple mark which I had noticed the morning after my adventure at the Pyramids, seemed to be swelling perceptibly and throbbed from shoulder to wrist. Unable to f...

16. CHAPTER XIV.

In travelling either with Pharos or in search of him it was necessary to accustom oneself to rapid movement. I was in London on June 7th, and had found him in Naples three days...

17. CHAPTER XV.

So anxious was I not to run any risk of being asleep at the time we had arranged to make our escape that I did not go to bed at all, but seated myself in an armchair and endeavo...

18. CHAPTER XVI.

For more than a minute neither of us moved. Valerie lay in my arms just as she had fallen, Pharos stood a foot or so inside the door, while I stood looking first at her and then...

19. CHAPTER XVII.

When the sun rose on the following morning, nothing but green seas surrounded us, and the Margrave of Brandenburg was doing her best to live up to the reputation I soon discover...

20. CHAPTER XVIII.

Pharos and I stood leaning against the bulwarks, gazing at the land. For my part I must confess that there was a feeling in my heart that was not unlike that of a disgraced son...

21. CHAPTER XIX.

After the excitement of the past few days, and her terrible experience in Hamburg, to say nothing of the fact that she had landed from a steamer under peculiar circumstances, an...

22. CHAPTER XX.

When I woke next morning the feeling I had had in my heart the evening before, that something terrible was about to happen, had not left me. With a shudder of intense disgust I...

23. CHAPTER XXI.

For no less a period than five days and six nights Pharos kept me in the same hypnotic condition, and, incredible though it may seem, I have not the slightest recollection of an...