St. George and St. Michael
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George MacDonald. St. George and St. Michael
START OF VOLUME I
CHAPTER I. DOROTHY AND RICHARD
CHAPTER II. RICHARD AND HIS FATHER
CHAPTER III. THE WITCH
CHAPTER IV. A CHAPTER OF FOOLS
CHAPTER V. ANIMADVERSIONS
CHAPTER VI. PREPARATIONS
CHAPTER VII. REFLECTIONS
CHAPTER VIII. AN ADVENTURE
CHAPTER IX. LOVE AND WAR
CHAPTER X. DOROTHY'S REFUGE
CHAPTER XI. RAGLAN CASTLE
CHAPTER XII. THE TWO MARQUISES
CHAPTER XIII. THE MAGICIAN'S VAULT
CHAPTER XIV. SEVERAL PEOPLE
CHAPTER XV. HUSBAND AND WIFE
CHAPTER XVI. DOROTHY'S INITIATION
START OF VOLUME II
CHAPTER XVII. THE FIRE-ENGINE
CHAPTER XVIII. MOONLIGHT AND APPLE-BLOSSOMS
CHAPTER XIX. THE ENCHANTED CHAIR
CHAPTER XX. MOLLY AND THE WHITE HORSE
CHAPTER XXI. THE DAMSEL WHICH FELL SICK
CHAPTER XXII. THE CATARACT
CHAPTER XXIII. AMANDA—DOROTHY—LORD HERBERT
CHAPTER XXIV. THE GREAT MOGUL
CHAPTER XXV. RICHARD HEYWOOD
CHAPTER XXVI. THE WITCH'S COTTAGE
CHAPTER XXVII. THE MOAT OF THE KEEP
CHAPTER XXVIII. RAGLAN STABLES
CHAPTER XXIX. THE APPARITION
CHAPTER XXX. RICHARD AND THE MARQUIS
CHAPTER XXXI. THE SLEEPLESS
CHAPTER XXXII. THE TURRET CHAMBER
CHAPTER XXXIII. JUDGE GOUT
CHAPTER XXXIV. AN EVIL TIME
CHAPTER XXXV. THE DELIVERER
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE HOROSCOPE
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE EXORCISM
START OF VOLUME III
CHAPTER XXXIX. NEWBURY
CHAPTER XL. DOROTHY AND ROWLAND
CHAPTER XLI. GLAMORGAN
CHAPTER XLII. A NEW SOLDIER
CHAPTER XLIII. LADY AND BISHOP
CHAPTER XLIV. THE KING
CHAPTER XLV. THE SECRET INTERVIEW
CHAPTER XLVI. GIFTS OF HEALING
CHAPTER XLVII. THE POET-PHYSICIAN
CHAPTER XLVIII. HONOURABLE DISGRACE
CHAPTER XLIX. SIEGE
CHAPTER L. A SALLY
CHAPTER LI. UNDER THE MOAT
CHAPTER LII. THE UNTOOTHSOME PLUM
CHAPTER LIII. FAITHFUL FOES
CHAPTER LIV. DOMUS DISSOLVITUR
CHAPTER LV. R. I. P
CHAPTER LVI. RICHARD AND CASPAR
CHAPTER LVII. THE SKELETON
CHAPTER LVIII. LOVE AND NO LEASING
CHAPTER LIX. AVE! VALE! SALVE!
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It was the middle of autumn, and had rained all day. Through the lozenge-panes of the wide oriel window the world appeared in the slowly gathering dusk not a little dismal. The drops that clung trickling to the dim glass added rain and gloom to the landscape beyond, whither the eye passed, as if vaguely seeking that help in the distance, which the dripping hollyhocks and sodden sunflowers bordering the little lawn, or the honeysuckle covering the wide porch, from which the slow rain dropped ceaselessly upon the pebble-paving below, could not give—steepy slopes, hedge-divided into small fields, some green and dotted with red cattle, others crowded with shocks of bedraggled and drooping corn, which looked suffering and patient.
The room to which the window having this prospect belonged was large and low, with a dark floor of uncarpeted oak. It opened immediately upon the porch, and although a good fire of logs blazed on the hearth, was chilly to the sense of the old man, who, with his feet on the skin of a fallow-deer, sat gazing sadly into the flames, which shone rosy through the thin hands spread out before them. At the opposite corner of the great low-arched chimney sat a lady past the prime of life, but still beautiful, though the beauty was all but merged in the loveliness that rises from the heart to the face of such as have taken the greatest step in life—that is, as the old proverb says, the step out of doors. She was plainly yet rather richly dressed, in garments of an old-fashioned and well-preserved look. Her hair was cut short above her forehead, and frizzed out in bunches of little curls on each side. On her head was a covering of dark stuff, like a nun's veil, which fell behind and on her shoulders. Close round her neck was a string of amber beads, that gave a soft harmonious light to her complexion. Her dark eyes looked as if they found repose there, so quietly did they rest on the face of the old man, who was plainly a clergyman. It was a small, pale, thin, delicately and symmetrically formed face, yet not the less a strong one, with endurance on the somewhat sad brow, and force in the closed lips, while a good conscience looked clear out of the grey eyes.
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'Then you are so far in the right now. And you are going to help him home?'
'Yes, sir.'
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