CHAPTER XXVIII. A REVELATION.
CHAPTER XXIX. CHAPTER XXIX.
CHAPTER XXX. FRIENDS AND BROTHERS.
CHAPTER XXXI. ACCUSER AND ACCUSED.
CHAPTER XXXII. RETRIBUTION.
CHAPTER XXXIII. WHAT PERCIVAL KNEW.
CHAPTER XXXIV. PERCIVAL'S ATONEMENT.
CHAPTER XXXV. DINO'S HOME-COMING.
CHAPTER XXXVI. BY LAND AND SEA.
CHAPTER XXXVII. WRECKED.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. ON THE ROCAS REEF.
CHAPTER XXXIX. BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.
CHAPTER XL. KITTY.
CHAPTER XLI. KITTY'S FRIENDS.
CHAPTER XLII. A FALSE ALARM.
CHAPTER XLIII. TRAPPED.
CHAPTER XLIV. HUGO'S VICTORY.
CHAPTER XLV. TOO LATE!
CHAPTER XLVI. A MERE CHANCE.
CHAPTER XLVII. FOUND.
CHAPTER XLVIII. ANGELA.
CHAPTER XLIX. KITTY'S WARNING.
CHAPTER L. MRS. LUTTRELL'S ROOM.
CHAPTER LI. A LAST CONFESSION.
CHAPTER LII. "THE END CROWNS ALL, AND THAT IS YET TO COME."

CHAPTER I.

Prologue to the Story.

In Two Parts.

I.

It was in the year 1854 that an English gentleman named Edward Luttrell
took up his abode in a white-walled, green-shuttered villa on the slopes
of the western Apennines. He was accompanied by his wife (a Scotchwoman
and an heiress), his son (a fine little fellow, five years old), and a
couple of English servants. The party had been travelling in Italy for
some months, and it was the heat of the approaching summer, as well as
the delicate state of health in which Mrs. Luttrell found herself, that
induced Mr. Luttrell to seek out some pleasant house amongst the hills
where his wife and child might enjoy cool breezes and perfect repose.
For he had lately had reason to be seriously concerned about Mrs.
Luttrell's health.

The husband and wife were as unlike each other as they well could be.
Edward Luttrell was a broad-shouldered, genial, hearty man, warmly
affectionate, hasty in word, generous in deed. Mrs. Luttrell was a woman
of peculiarly cold manners; but she was capable, as many members of her
household knew, of violent fits of temper and also of implacable
resentment. She was not an easy woman to get on with, and if her husband
had not been a man of very sweet and pliable nature, he might not have
lived with her on such peaceful terms as was generally the case. She had
inherited a great Scotch estate from her father, and Edward Luttrell was
almost entirely dependent upon her; but it was not a dependence which
seemed to gall him in