Thomas Wingfold, Curate
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George MacDonald. Thomas Wingfold, Curate
VOLUME I
CHAPTER I. HELEN LINGARD
CHAPTER II. THOMAS WINGFOLD
CHAPTER III. THE DINERS
CHAPTER IV. THEIR TALK
CHAPTER V. A STAGGERING QUESTION
CHAPTER VI. THE CURATE IN THE CHURCHYARD
CHAPTER VII. THE COUSINS
CHAPTER VIII. THE GARDEN
CHAPTER IX. THE PARK
CHAPTER X. THE DWARFS
CHAPTER XI. THE CURATE AT HOME
CHAPTER XII. AN INCIDENT
CHAPTER XIII. A REPORT OF PROGRESS
CHAPTER XIV. JEREMY TAYLOR
CHAPTER XV. THE PARK GATE
CHAPTER XVI. THE ATTIC
CHAPTER XVII. POLWARTH’S PLAN
CHAPTER XVIII. JOSEPH POLWARTH
CHAPTER XIX. THE CONCLUSION OF THE WHOLE MATTER
CHAPTER XX. A STRANGE SERMON
CHAPTER XXI. A THUNDERBOLT
CHAPTER XXII. LEOPOLD
CHAPTER XXIII. THE REFUGE
CHAPTER XXIV. HELEN WITH A SECRET
CHAPTER XXV. A DAYLIGHT VISIT
CHAPTER XXVI. LEOPOLD’S STORY
CHAPTER XXVII. LEOPOLD’S STORY CONCLUDED
CHAPTER XXVIII. SISTERHOOD
CHAPTER XXIX. THE SICK-CHAMBER
CHAPTER XXX. THE CURATE’S PROGRESS
CHAPTER XXXI. THE CURATE MAKES A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XXXII. HOPES
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE RIDE
VOLUME II
CHAPTER I. RACHEL AND HER UNCLE
CHAPTER II. A DREAM
CHAPTER III. ANOTHER SERMON
CHAPTER IV. NURSING
CHAPTER V. GLASTON AND THE CURATE
CHAPTER VI. THE LINEN-DRAPER
CHAPTER VII. RACHEL
CHAPTER VIII. THE BUTTERFLY
CHAPTER IX. THE COMMON-PLACE
CHAPTER X. HOME AGAIN
CHAPTER XI. THE SHEATH
CHAPTER XII. INVITATION
CHAPTER XIII. A SERMON TO HELEN
CHAPTER XIV. A SERMON TO HIMSELF
CHAPTER XV. CRITICISM
CHAPTER XVI. A VANISHING GLIMMER
CHAPTER XVII. LET US PRAY!
CHAPTER XVIII. TWO LETTERS
CHAPTER XIX. ADVICE IN THE DARK
CHAPTER XX. INTERCESSION
CHAPTER XXI. HELEN ALONE
CHAPTER XXII. A HAUNTED SOUL
CHAPTER XXIII. COMPELLED CONFIDENCE
CHAPTER XXIV. WILLING CONFIDENCE
CHAPTER XXV. THE CURATE’S COUNSEL
CHAPTER XXVI. SLEEP
CHAPTER XXVII. DIVINE SERVICE
CHAPTER XXVIII. A SHOP IN HEAVEN
CHAPTER XXIX. POLWARTH AND LINGARD
CHAPTER XXX. THE STRONG MAN
CHAPTER XXXI. GEORGE AND LEOPOLD
CHAPTER XXXII. WINGFOLD AND HELEN
CHAPTER XXXIII. A REVIEW
CHAPTER XXXIV. A SERMON TO LEOPOLD
VOLUME III
CHAPTER I. AFTER THE SERMON
CHAPTER II. BASCOMBE AND THE MAGISTRATE
CHAPTER III. THE CONFESSION
CHAPTER IV. THE MASK
CHAPTER V. FURTHER DECISION
CHAPTER VI. THE CURATE AND THE DOCTOR
CHAPTER VII. HELEN AND THE CURATE
CHAPTER VIII. AN EXAMINATION
CHAPTER IX. IMMORTALITY
CHAPTER X. PASSAGES FROM THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE WANDERING JEW
CHAPTER XI. THE WANDERING JEW
CHAPTER XII. THE WANDERING JEW
CHAPTER XIII. REMARKS
CHAPTER XIV. STRUGGLES
CHAPTER XV. THE LAWN
CHAPTER XVI. HOW JESUS SPOKE TO WOMEN
CHAPTER XVII. DELIVERANCE
CHAPTER XVIII. THE MEADOW
CHAPTER XIX. RACHEL AND LEOPOLD
CHAPTER XX. THE BLOOD-HOUND
CHAPTER XXI. THE BLOOD-HOUND TRAVERSED
CHAPTER XXII. THE BEDSIDE
CHAPTER XXIII. THE GARDEN
CHAPTER XXIV. THE DEPARTURE
CHAPTER XXV. THE SUNSET
CHAPTER XXVI. AN HONEST SPY
CHAPTER XXVII. WHAT HELEN HEARD,
CHAPTER XXVIII. WHAT HELEN HEARD MORE
CHAPTER XXIX. THE CURATE’S RESOLVE
CHAPTER XXX. HELEN AWAKE
CHAPTER XXXI. THOU DIDST NOT LEAVE
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A swift, gray November wind had taken every chimney of the house for an organ-pipe, and was roaring in them all at once, quelling the more distant and varied noises of the woods, which moaned and surged like a sea. Helen Lingard had not been out all day. The morning, indeed, had been fine, but she had been writing a long letter to her brother Leopold at Cambridge, and had put off her walk in the neighbouring park till after luncheon, and in the meantime the wind had risen, and brought with it a haze that threatened rain. She was in admirable health, had never had a day’s illness in her life, was hardly more afraid of getting wet than a young farmer, and enjoyed wind, especially when she was on horseback. Yet as she stood looking from her window, across a balcony where shivered more than one autumnal plant that ought to have been removed a week ago, out upon the old-fashioned garden and meadows beyond, where each lonely tree bowed with drifting garments—I was going to say, like a suppliant, but it was AWAY from its storming enemy—she did not feel inclined to go out. That she was healthy was no reason why she should be unimpressible, any more than that good temper should be a reason for indifference to the behaviour of one’s friend. She always felt happier in a new dress, when it was made to her mind and fitted her body; and when the sun shone she was lighter-hearted than when it rained: I had written MERRIER, but Helen was seldom merry, and had she been made aware of the fact, and questioned why, would have answered—Because she so seldom saw reason.
She was what all her friends called a sensible girl; but, as I say, that was no reason why she should be an insensible girl as well, and be subject to none of the influences of the weather. She did feel those influences, and therefore it was that she turned away from the window with the sense, rather than the conviction, that the fireside in her own room was rendered even, more attractive by the unfriendly aspect of things outside and the roar in the chimney, which happily was not accompanied by a change in the current of the smoke.
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“That may be; there have always been more children than grown men,” returned Bascombe. “For my part, I would sweep away all illusions, and get at the heart of the affair.”
“But,” said Wingfold, with the look of one who, as he tries to say it, is seeing a thing for the first time, “does not the acorn-cup belong to the acorn? May not some of what you call illusions, be the finer, or at least more ethereal qualities of the thing itself? You do not object to music in church, for instance?”
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