Артур Конан Дойл. The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales
CHAPTER I. THE NIGHT OF THE BEACONS
CHAPTER II. COUSIN EDIE OF EYEMOUTH
CHAPTER III. THE SHADOW ON THE WATERS
CHAPTER IV. THE CHOOSING OF JIM
CHAPTER V. THE MAN FROM THE SEA
CHAPTER VI. A WANDERING EAGLE
CHAPTER VII. THE CORRIEMUIR PEEL TOWER
CHAPTER VIII. THE COMING OF THE CUTTER
CHAPTER IX. THE DOINGS AT WEST INCH
CHAPTER X. THE RETURN OF THE SHADOW
CHAPTER XI. THE GATHERING OF THE NATIONS
CHAPTER XII. THE SHADOW ON THE LAND
CHAPTER XIII. THE END OF THE STORM
CHAPTER XIV. THE TALLY OF DEATH
CHAPTER XV. THE END OF IT
THE CRIME OF THE BRIGADIER
THE "SLAPPING SAL."
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Some years before, when I was still but a lad, there had come over to us upon a five weeks' visit the only daughter of my father's brother. Willie Calder had settled at Eyemouth as a maker of fishing nets, and he had made more out of twine than ever we were like to do out of the whin-bushes and sand-links of West Inch. So his daughter, Edie Calder, came over with a braw red frock and a five shilling bonnet, and a kist full of things that brought my dear mother's eyes out like a partan's. It was wonderful to see her so free with money, and she but a slip of a girl, paying the carrier man all that he asked and a whole twopence over, to which he had no claim. She made no more of drinking ginger-beer than we did of water, and she would have her sugar in her tea and butter with her bread just as if she had been English.
I took no great stock of girls at that time, for it was hard for me to see what they had been made for. There were none of us at Birtwhistle's that thought very much of them; but the smallest laddies seemed to have the most sense, for after they began to grow bigger they were not so sure about it. We little ones were all of one mind: that a creature that couldn't fight and was aye carrying tales, and couldn't so much as shy a stone without flapping its arm like a rag in the wind, was no use for anything. And then the airs that they would put on, as if they were mother and father rolled into one; for ever breaking into a game with "Jimmy, your toe's come through your boot," or "Go home, you dirty boy, and clean yourself," until the very sight of them was weariness.
