A Princess of Thule

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Black William. A Princess of Thule

PART I

CHAPTER I “LOCHABER NO MORE.”

CHAPTER II. THE FAIR-HAIRED STRANGER

CHAPTER III. THERE WAS A KING IN THULE

PART II

CHAPTER IV. ROMANCE-TIME

CHAPTER V. SHEILA SINGS

PART III

CHAPTER VI. AT BARVAS BRIDGE

CHAPTER VII. AN INTERMEDDLER

PART IV

CHAPTER VIII “O TERQUE QUATERQUE BEATE!”

CHAPTER IX ‘FAREWELL, MACKRIMMON!’

PART V

CHAPTER X. FAIRY-LAND

CHAPTER XI. THE FIRST PLUNGE

PART VI

CHAPTER XII. TRANSFORMATION

CHAPTER XIII. BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON

PART VII

CHAPTER XIV. DEEPER AND DEEPER

CHAPTER XV. A FRIEND IN NEED

PART VIII

CHAPTER XVI. EXCHANGES

CHAPTER XVII. GUESSES

CHAPTER XVIII. SHEILA’S STRATAGEM

PART IX

CHAPTER XIX. A NEW DAY BREAKS

CHAPTER XX. A SURPRISE

CHAPTER XXI. MEETING AND PARTING

PART X

CHAPTER XXII “LIKE HADRIANUS AND AUGUSTUS.”

CHAPTER XXIII. IN EXILE

CHAPTER XXIV “HAME FAIN WOULD I BE.”

PART XI

CHAPTER XXV. THE VOYAGE OF THE PHŒBE

CHAPTER XXVI. REDINTEGRATIO AMORIS

CHAPTER XXVII. THE PRINCESS SHEILA

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ON a small headland of the distant island of Lewis, an old man stood looking out on a desolate waste of rain-beaten sea. It was a wild and wet day. From out of the lowering Southwest fierce gusts of wind were driving up volumes and flying rags of clouds, and sweeping onward at the same time the gathering waves that fell hissing and thundering on the shore. Far as the eye could reach, the sea and the air and the sky seemed to be one indistinguishable mass of whirling and hurrying vapor, as if beyond this point there were no more land, but only wind and water, and the confused and awful voice of their strife.

The short, thick-set, powerfully-built man who stood on this solitary point paid little attention to the rain that ran off the peak of his sailor’s cap, or to the gusts of wind that blew about his bushy gray beard. He was still following, with an eye accustomed to pick out objects far at sea, one speck of purple that was now fading into the gray mist of the rain; and the longer he looked the less it became, until the mingled sea and sky showed only the smoke that the great steamer left in its wake. As he stood there, motionless and regardless of everything around him, did he cling to the fancy that he could still trace out the path of the vanished ship? A little while before it had passed almost close to him. He had watched it steam out of Stornoway Harbor. As the sound of the engines came nearer and the big boat went by, so that he could have almost called to it, there was no sign of emotion on the hard and stern face, except, perhaps, that the lips were held firm and a sort of frown appeared over the eyes. He saw a tiny white handkerchief being waved to him from the deck of the vessel; and he said, almost as though he were addressing some one there:

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“I am sure not,” said Lavender, warmly. “I have been very much struck with the civilization of the island, so far as I have seen it; and I can assure you I have always heard of Miss Sheila as a singularly accomplished young lady.”

“Yes,” said Mackenzie, somewhat mollified, “Sheila has been well brought up; she is not a fisherman’s lass, running about wild and catching the salmon. I cannot listen to such nonsense, and it iss Duncan will tell it.”

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