Sir Gibbie
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George MacDonald. Sir Gibbie
CHAPTER I. THE EARRING
CHAPTER II. SIR GEORGE
CHAPTER III. MISTRESS CROALE
CHAPTER IV. THE PARLOUR
CHAPTER V. GIBBIE'S CALLING
CHAPTER VI. A SUNDAY AT HOME
CHAPTER VII. THE TOWN-SPARROW
CHAPTER VIII. SAMBO
CHAPTER IX. ADRIFT
CHAPTER X. THE BARN
CHAPTER XI. JANET
CHAPTER XII. GLASHGAR
CHAPTER XIII. THE CEILING
CHAPTER XIV. HORNIE
CHAPTER XV. DONAL GRANT
CHAPTER XVI. APPRENTICESHIP
CHAPTER XVII. SECRET SERVICE
CHAPTER XVIII. THE BROONIE
CHAPTER XIX. THE LAIRD
CHAPTER XX. THE AMBUSH
CHAPTER XXI. THE PUNISHMENT
CHAPTER XXII. REFUGE
CHAPTER XXIII. MORE SCHOOLING
CHAPTER XXIV. THE SLATE
CHAPTER XXV. RUMOURS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE GAMEKEEPER
CHAPTER XXVII. A VOICE
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE WISDOM OF THE WISE
CHAPTER XXIX. THE BEAST-BOY
CHAPTER XXX. THE LORRIE MEADOW
CHAPTER XXXI. THEIR REWARD
CHAPTER XXXII. PROLOGUE
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE MAINS
CHAPTER XXXIV. GLASHRUACH
CHAPTER XXXV. THE WHELP
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE BRANDER
CHAPTER XXXVII. MR. SCLATER
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE MUCKLE HOOSE
CHAPTER XXXIX. DAUR STREET
CHAPTER XL. MRS. SCLATER
CHAPTER XLI. INITIATION
CHAPTER XLII. DONAL'S LODGING
CHAPTER XLIII. THE MINISTER'S DEFEAT
CHAPTER XLIV. THE SINNER
CHAPTER XLV. SHOALS AHEAD
CHAPTER XLVI. THE GIRLS
CHAPTER XLVII. A LESSON OF WISDOM
CHAPTER XLVIII. NEEDFULL ODDS AND ENDS
CHAPTER XLIX. THE HOUSELESS
CHAPTER L. A WALK
CHAPTER LI. THE NORTH CHURCH
CHAPTER LII. THE QUARRY
CHAPTER LIII. A NIGHT-WATCH
CHAPTER LIV. OF AGE
CHAPTER LV. TEN AULD HOOSE O' GALBRAITH
CHAPTER LVI. THE LAIRD AND THE PREACHER
CHAPTER LVII. A HIDING-PLACE FROM THE WIND
CHAPTER LVIII. THE CONFESSION
CHAPTER LIX. CATASTROPHE
CHAPTER LX. ARRANGEMENT AND PREPARATION
CHAPTER LXI. THE WEDDING
CHAPTER LXII. THE BURN
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The sun was hot for an hour or two in the middle of the day, but even then in the shadow dwelt a cold breath—of the winter, or of death—of something that humanity felt unfriendly. To Gibbie, however, bare-legged, bare-footed, almost bare-bodied as he was, sun or shadow made small difference, except as one of the musical intervals of life that make the melody of existence. His bare feet knew the difference on the flags, and his heart recognized unconsciously the secret as it were of a meaning and a symbol, in the change from the one to the other, but he was almost as happy in the dull as in the bright day. Hardy through hardship, he knew nothing better than a constant good-humoured sparring with nature and circumstance for the privilege of being, enjoyed what came to him thoroughly, never mourned over what he had not, and, like the animals, was at peace. For the bliss of the animals lies in this, that, on their lower level, they shadow the bliss of those—few at any moment on the earth—who do not "look before and after, and pine for what is not," but live in the holy carelessness of the eternal now. Gibbie by no means belonged to the higher order, was as yet, indeed, not much better than a very blessed little animal.
To him the city was all a show. He knew many of the people—some of them who thought no small things of themselves—better than they would have chosen he or any one else should know them. He knew all the peripatetic vendors, most of the bakers, most of the small grocers and tradespeople. Animal as he was, he was laying in a great stock for the time when he would be something more, for the time of reflection, whenever that might come. Chiefly, his experience was a wonderful provision for the future perception of character; for now he knew to a nicety how any one of his large acquaintance would behave to him in circumstances within the scope of that experience. If any such little vagabond rises in the scale of creation, he carries with him from the street an amount of material serving to the knowledge of human nature, human need, human aims, human relations in the business of life, such as hardly another can possess. Even the poet, greatly wise in virtue of his sympathy, will scarcely understand a given human condition so well as the man whose vital tentacles have been in contact with it for years.
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"Ow, deed maybe, sir! but e'en the deils themsels war justifeed i' their objection to bein' committed to their ain company afore their time."
Mr. Sclater could not help smiling at the woman's readiness, and that was a point gained by her. An acquaintance with Scripture goes far with a Scotch ecclesiastic. Besides, the man had a redeeming sense of humour, though he did not know how to prize it, not believing it a gift of God.
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