Heather and Snow
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George MacDonald. Heather and Snow
CHAPTER I. A RUNAWAY RACE
CHAPTER II. MOTHER AND SON
CHAPTER III. AT THE FOOT OF THE HORN
CHAPTER IV. DOG-STEENIE
CHAPTER V. COLONEL AND SERGEANT
CHAPTER VI. MAN-STEENIE
CHAPTER VII. CORBYKNOWE
CHAPTER VIII. DAVID AND HIS DAUGHTER
CHAPTER IX. AT CASTLE WEELSET
CHAPTER X. DAVID AND FRANCIS
CHAPTER XI. KIRSTY AND PHEMY
CHAPTER XII. THE EARTH-HOUSE
CHAPTER XIII. A VISIT FROM FRANCIS GORDON
CHAPTER XIV. STEENIE'S HOUSE
CHAPTER XV. PHEMY CRAIG
CHAPTER XVI. SHAM LOVE
CHAPTER XVII. A NOVEL ABDUCTION
CHAPTER XVIII. PHEMY'S CHAMPION
CHAPTER XIX. FRANCIS GORDON'S CHAMPION
CHAPTER XX. MUTUAL MINISTRATION
CHAPTER XXI. PHEMY YIELDS PLACE
CHAPTER XXII. THE HORN
CHAPTER XXIII. THE STORM AGAIN
CHAPTER XXIV. HOW KIRSTY FARED
CHAPTER XXV. KIRSTY'S DREAM
CHAPTER XXVI. HOW DAVID FARED
CHAPTER XXVII. HOW MARION FARED
CHAPTER XXVIII. HUSBAND AND WIFE
CHAPTER XXIX. DAVID, MARION, KIRSTY, SNOOTIE, AND WHAT WAS LEFT OF STEENIE
CHAPTER XXX. FROM SNOW TO FIRE
CHAPTER XXXI. KIRSTY SHOWS RESENTMENT
CHAPTER XXXII. IN THE WORKSHOP
CHAPTER XXXIII. A RACE WITH DEATH
CHAPTER XXXIV. BACK FROM THE GRAVE
CHAPTER XXXV. FRANCIS COMES TO HIMSELF
CHAPTER XXXVI. KIRSTY BESTIRS HERSELF
CHAPTER XXXVII. A GREAT GULF
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE NEIGHBOURS
CHAPTER XXXIX. KIRSTY GIVES ADVICE
CHAPTER XL. MRS. GORDON
CHAPTER XLI. TWO HORSEWOMEN
CHAPTER XLII. THE LAIRD AND HIS MOTHER
CHAPTER XLIII. THE CORONATION
CHAPTER XLIV. KIRSTY'S TOCHER
CHAPTER XLV. KIRSTY'S SONG
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Francis lay for some time, thinking Kirsty sure to come back to him, but half wishing she would not. He rose at length to see whether she was on the way, but no one was in sight. At once the place was aghast with loneliness, as it must indeed have looked to anyone not at peace with solitude. Having sent several ringing shouts, but in vain, after Kirsty, he turned, and, in the descending light of an autumn afternoon, set out on the rather long walk to his home, which was the wearier that he had nothing pleasant at hand to think about.
Passing the farm where Kirsty lived, about two miles brought him to an ancient turreted house on the top of a low hill, where his mother sat expecting him, ready to tyrannize over him as usual, and none the less ready that he was going to leave her within a week.
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'Ye was free to say what ye likit. There was nane by but my mither!'
'Wud ye hae me say a'thing afore yer mither jist as I wud til ye yer lane (alone)?' he asked.
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