Excerpt from A Child of the Orient It was the last day of February. Outside a storm was raging. I could hear the angry Sea of Marmora beating Violently against the coast, as if it would fain annihilate with its liquid force the solidness of the earth. And the rain, imitat ing the sea, was beating mightily against the window-panes, while the wind was forcing the tall, stalwart pines, to bend humbly to the earth. Half of the elements were doing violence to the other half - as if they were Greeks destroying the Turks, or Turks oppressing the Greeks. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.