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(Cornell University Library)

UNDER THE RED DRAGON.

A Novel.

By JAMES GRANT,

AUTHOR OF "THE ROMANCE OF WAR," "ONLY AN ENSIGN," ETC.

LONDON:
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS,
THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE.
NEW YORK: 416, BROOME STREET.
1873.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
[I.]THE INVITATION.
[II.]THE MOTH AND THE CANDLE.
[III.]BY EXPRESS.
[IV.]WINNY AND DORA LLOYD.
[V.]CRAIGADERYN COURT.
[VI.]THREE GRACES.
[VII.]PIQUE.
[VIII.]SUNDAY AT CRAIGADERYN.
[IX.]THE INITIALS.
[X.]A PERILOUS RAMBLE.
[XI.]THE FETE CHAMPETRE.
[XII.]ON THE CLIFFS.
[XIII.]A PROPOSAL.
[XIV.]THE UNFORESEEN.
[XV.]WHAT THE MOON SAW.
[XVI.]THE SECRET ENGAGEMENT.
[XVII.]WHAT FOLLOWED IT.
[XVIII.]GUILFOYLE.
[XIX.]TWO LOVES FOR ONE HEART.
[XX.]FEARS.
[XXI.]GEORGETTE FRANKLIN.
[XXII.]GEORGETTE FRANKLIN'S STORY.
[XXIII.]TURNING THE TABLES.
[XXIV.]BITTER THOUGHTS.
[XXV.]SURPRISES.
[XXVI.]WITHOUT PURCHASE.
[XXVII.]RECONCILIATION.
[XVIII.]ON BOARD THE URGENT.
[XXIX.]"ICH DIEN."
[XXX.]NEWS OF BATTLE.
[XXXI.]UNDER CANVAS.
[XXXII.]IN THE TRENCHES.
[XXXIII.]THE FLAG OF TRUCE.
[XXXIV.]GUILFOYLE REDIVIVUS.
[XXXV.]THE NIGHT BEFORE INKERMANN.
[XXXVI.]THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER.
[XXXVII.]THE ANGEL OF HORROR.
[XXXVIII.]THE CAMP AGAIN.
[XXXIX.]A MAIL FROM ENGLAND.
[XL.]A PERILOUS DUTY.
[XLI.]THE CARAVANSERAI.
[XLII.]THE TCHERNIMORSKI COSSACKS.
[XLIII.]WINIFRED'S SECRET.
[XLIV.]THE CASTLE OF YALTA.
[XLV.]EVIL TIDINGS.
[XLVI.]DELILAH.
[XLVII.]VALERIE VOLHONSKI.
[XLVIII.]THE THREATS OF TOLSTOFF.
[XLIX.]BETROTHED.
[L.]CAUGHT AT LAST.
[LI.]FLIGHT.
[LII.]BEFORE SEBASTOPOL STILL.
[LIII.]NEWS FROM CRAIGADERYN.
[LIV.]THE ASSAULT.
[LV.]INSIDE THE REDAN.
[LVI.]A SUNDAY MORNING IN THE CRIMEA.
[LVII.]IN THE MONASTERY OF ST. GEORGE.
[LVIII.]HOME.
[LIX.]"A DREAM WHICH WAS NOT ALL A DREAM."
[LX.]A HONEYMOON.
[LXI.]"FOR VALOUR."

UNDER THE RED DRAGON.

[CHAPTER I.--THE INVITATION.]

"And she is to be there--nay, is there already; so one more chance is given me to meet her. But for what?--to part again silently, and more helplessly bewitched than ever, perhaps. Ah, never will she learn to love me as I love her!" thought I, as I turned over my old friend's letter, not venturing, however, to give utterance to this aloud, as the quizzical eyes of Phil Caradoc were upon me.