A Daughter of Fife

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Barr Amelia E.. A Daughter of Fife

CHAPTER I. THE BEACHING OF THE BOAT

CHAPTER II. THE UNKNOWN GUEST

CHAPTER III. THE CAMPBELLS OF MERITON

CHAPTER IV. MAGGIE AND ANGUS

CHAPTER V. A PARTING

CHAPTER VI. OFF WITH THE OLD LOVE

CHAPTER VII. MAGGIE

CHAPTER VIII. THE BROKEN SIXPENCE

CHAPTER IX. SEVERED SELVES AND SHADOWS

CHAPTER X. MAGGIE'S FLIGHT

CHAPTER XI. DRUMLOCH

CHAPTER XII. TO THE HEBRIDES

CHAPTER XIII. THE BROKEN TRYST

CHAPTER XIV. THE MEETING PLACE

CHAPTER XV. WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A'

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The next morning was a very stormy one; there was an iron-gray sky above a black tumbling sea; and the rain, driven by a mad wind, smote the face like a blow from a passionate hand. The boats were all at anchor, with no prospect of a fishing that day; and the fishermen, gathered in little groups, were muttering over the bad weather. But their talk was not bitter, like the complaints which landsmen make over leveled crops. Regarding every thing that happened as the result of righteous decree, why should they rail at disappointment or misfortune? Some went slowly to a shed where boats were being built; others sat down within the doors of their cottages and began to knit their nets, or to mend such as were out of order.

David could take a landward route to Kinkell, among the shore rocks; for though the path was often a mere footing, it was well known to him; and as for the stormy weather, it seemed only a part of the darker and fiercer tempest in his own soul. He left Maggie early. She watched him climbing with bent head the misty heights, until a projecting rock hid him from view; then she went back to her household duties.

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Still it was Maggie's shy, tremulous glance and luminous face, that Thanked and pleased Campbell most, and he lifted the book and went away, almost as much under the spell of the poet, as the two simple souls who had heard his music for the first time. There was a moment or two in which life seemed strange to the brother and sister. They had much the same feeling as those who awaken from a glorious dream and find sordid cares and weary pains waiting for them. David rose and shook himself impatiently, then began to walk about the narrow room. Maggie lifted her stocking and made an effort to knit, but it was a useless one. In a few minutes she laid it down, and asked in a low voice, "Will you have a plate o' parritch, Davie?"

"Ay; I'm hungry, Maggie; and he'll maybe like one too."

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