Home Again
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George MacDonald. Home Again
CHAPTER I. THE PARLOR
CHAPTER II. THE ARBOR
CHAPTER III. A PENNYWORTH OF THINKING
CHAPTER IV. A LIVING FORCE
CHAPTER V. FLUTTERBIES
CHAPTER VI. FROM HOME
CHAPTER VII. A CHANGE
CHAPTER VIII. AT WORK
CHAPTER IX. FLATTERY
CHAPTER X. THE ROUND OF THE WORLD
CHAPTER XI. THE SONG
CHAPTER XII. LOVE
CHAPTER XIII. “HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.”
CHAPTER XIV. A MIDNIGHT REVIEW
CHAPTER XV. REFLECTION
CHAPTER XVI. THE RIDE TOGETHER
CHAPTER XVII. HIS BOOK
CHAPTER XVIII. A WINTER AFTERNOON
CHAPTER XIX. THE BODILESS
CHAPTER XX. THE SOULLESS
CHAPTER XXI. THE LAST RIDE
CHAPTER XXII. THE SUMMER-HOUSE
CHAPTER XXIII. THE PARK
CHAPTER XXIV. THE DRAWING-ROOM
CHAPTER XXV. A MIDNIGHT INTERVIEW
CHAPTER XXVI. A PERIOD
CHAPTER XXVII. A FRUITLESS JOURNEY
CHAPTER XXVIII. DOING AND DREAMING
CHAPTER XXIX. DREAM-MOLLY
CHAPTER XXX. WORKADAY MOLLY
CHAPTER XXXI. THIS PICTURE AND THIS
CHAPTER XXXII. THE LAST, BUT NOT THE END
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While the elders thus conversed in the dusky drawing-room, where the smell of the old roses almost overpowered that of the new, another couple sat in a little homely bower in the garden. It was Walter and his rather distant cousin, Molly Wentworth, who for fifteen years had been as brother and sister. Their fathers had been great friends, and when Molly’s died in India, and her mother speedily followed him, Richard Colman took the little orphan, who was at the time with a nurse in England, home to his house, much to the joy of his wife, who had often longed for a daughter to perfect the family idea. The more motherly a woman is, the nearer will the child of another satisfy the necessities of her motherhood. Mrs. Colman could not have said which child she loved best.
Over the still summer garden rested a weight of peace. It was a night to the very mind of the fastidious, twilight-loving bat, flitting about, coming and going, like a thought we can not help. Most of Walter’s thoughts came and went thus. He had not yet learned to think; he was hardly more than a medium in which thought came and went. Yet when a thought seemed worth anything, he always gave himself the credit of it!—as if a man were author of his own thoughts any more than of his own existence! A man can but live so with the life given him, that this or that kind of thoughts shall call on him, and to this or that kind he shall not be at home. Walter was only at that early stage of development where a man is in love with what he calls his own thoughts.
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“That they may get rid of it Why have all men vanity? Where would the world be on the way to now, if Jesus Christ had sought the praise of men?”
“But He has it!”
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