A Knight of the Nets

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Barr Amelia E.. A Knight of the Nets

CHAPTER I. THE WORLD SHE LIVED IN

CHAPTER II. CHRISTINA AND ANDREW

CHAPTER III. THE AILING HEART

CHAPTER IV. THE LAST OF THE WHIP

CHAPTER V. THE LOST BRIDE

CHAPTER VI. WHERE IS MY MONEY?

CHAPTER VII. THE BEGINNING OF THE END

CHAPTER VIII. A GREAT DELIVERANCE

CHAPTER IX. THE RIGHTING OF A WRONG

CHAPTER X "TAKE ME IN TO DIE!"

CHAPTER XI. DRIVEN TO HIS DUTY

CHAPTER XII. AMONG HER OWN PEOPLE

CHAPTER XIII. THE "LITTLE SOPHY"

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It would be easy to walk many a time through "Fife and all the lands about it" and never once find the little fishing village of Pittendurie. Indeed, it would be a singular thing if it was found, unless some special business or direction led to it. For clearly it was never intended that human beings should build homes where these cottages cling together, between sea and sky,—a few here, and a few there, hidden away in every bend of the rocks where a little ground could be levelled, so that the tides in stormy weather break with threat and fury on the very doorstones of the lowest cottages. Yet as the lofty semicircle of hills bend inward, the sea follows; and there is a fair harbour, where the fishing boats ride together while their sails dry in the afternoon sun. Then the hamlet is very still; for the men are sleeping off the weariness of their night work, while the children play quietly among the tangle, and the women mend the nets or bait the lines for the next fishing. A lonely little spot, shut in by sea and land, and yet life is there in all its passionate variety—love and hate, jealousy and avarice, youth, with its ideal sorrows and infinite expectations, age, with its memories and regrets, and "sure and certain hope."

The cottages also have their individualities. Although they are much of the same size and pattern, an observing eye would have picked out the Binnie cottage as distinctive and prepossessing. Its outside walls were as white as lime could make them; its small windows brightened with geraniums and a white muslin curtain; and the litter of ropes and nets and drying fish which encumbered the majority of thatches, was pleasantly absent. Standing on a little level, thirty feet above the shingle, it faced the open sea, and was constantly filled with the confused tones of its sighing surges, and penetrated by its pulsating, tremendous vitality.

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"Why would I do that?"

"You are a false little cutty, then. I would tell Andrew myself, but I am loath to hurt his true heart. Now you are to let Archie Braelands alone, or I will know the reason why."

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