The Marquis of Lossie
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George MacDonald. The Marquis of Lossie
CHAPTER I: THE STABLE YARD
CHAPTER II: THE LIBRARY
CHAPTER III: MISS HORN
CHAPTER IV: KELPIE'S AIRING
CHAPTER V: LIZZY FINDLAY
CHAPTER VI: MR CRATHIE
CHAPTER VII: BLUE PETER
CHAPTER VIII: VOYAGE TO LONDON
CHAPTER IX: LONDON STREETS
CHAPTER X: THE TEMPEST
CHAPTER XI: DEMON AND THE PIPES
CHAPTER XII: A NEW LIVERY
CHAPTER XIII: TWO CONVERSATIONS
CHAPTER XIV: FLORIMEL
CHAPTER XV: PORTLOSSIE
CHAPTER XVI: ST JAMES THE APOSTLE
CHAPTER XVII: A DIFFERENCE
CHAPTER XVIII: LORD LIFTORE
CHAPTER XIX: KELPIE IN LONDON
CHAPTER XX: BLUE PETER
CHAPTER XXI: MR GRAHAM
CHAPTER XXII: RICHMOND PARK
CHAPTER XXIII: PAINTER AND GROOM
CHAPTER XXIV: A LADY
CHAPTER XXV: THE PSYCHE
CHAPTER XXVI: THE SCHOOLMASTER
CHAPTER XXVII: THE PREACHER
CHAPTER XXVIII: THE PORTRAIT
CHAPTER XXIX: AN EVIL OMEN
CHAPTER XXX: A QUARREL
CHAPTER XXXI: THE TWO DAIMONS
CHAPTER XXXII: A CHASTISEMENT
CHAPTER XXXIII: LIES
CHAPTER XXXIV: AN OLD ENEMY
CHAPTER XXXV: THE EVIL GENIUS
CHAPTER XXXVI: CONJUNCTIONS
CHAPTER XXXVII: AN INNOCENT PLOT
CHAPTER XXXVIII: THE JOURNEY
CHAPTER XXXIX: DISCIPLINE
CHAPTER XL: MOONLIGHT
CHAPTER XLI: THE SWIFT
CHAPTER XLII: ST RONAN'S WELL
CHAPTER XLIII: A PERPLEXITY
CHAPTER XLIV: THE MIND OF THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER XLV: THE RIDE HOME
CHAPTER XLVI: PORTLAND PLACE
CHAPTER XLVII: PORTLOSSIE AND SCAURNOSE
CHAPTER XLVIII: TORTURE
CHAPTER XLIX: THE PHILTRE
CHAPTER L: THE DEMONESS AT BAY
CHAPTER LI: THE PSYCHE
CHAPTER LII: HOPE CHAPEL
CHAPTER LIII: A NEW PUPIL
CHAPTER LIV: THE FEY FACTOR
CHAPTER LV: THE WANDERER
CHAPTER LVI: MID OCEAN
CHAPTER LVII: THE SHORE
CHAPTER LVIII: THE TRENCH
CHAPTER LIX: THE PEACEMAKER
CHAPTER LX: AN OFFERING
CHAPTER LXI: THOUGHTS
CHAPTER LXII: THE DUNE
CHAPTER LXIII: CONFESSION OF SIN
CHAPTER LXIV: A VISITATION
CHAPTER LXV: THE EVE OF THE CRISIS
CHAPTER LXVI: SEA
CHAPTER LXVII: SHORE
CHAPTER LXVIII: THE CREW OF THE BONNIE ANNIE
CHAPTER LXIX: LIZZY'S BABY
CHAPTER LXX: THE DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER LXXI: THE ASSEMBLY
CHAPTER LXXII: KNOTTED STRANDS
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When she had finished her oats, Malcolm left her busy with her hay, for she was a huge eater, and went into the house, passing through the kitchen and ascending a spiral stone stair to the library – the only room not now dismantled. As he went along the narrow passage on the second floor leading to it from the head of the stair, the housekeeper, Mrs Courthope, peeped after him from one of the many bedrooms opening upon it, and watched him as he went, nodding her head two or three times with decision: he reminded her so strongly – not of his father, the last marquis, but the brother who had preceded him, that she felt all but certain, whoever might be his mother, he had as much of the Colonsay blood in his veins as any marquis of them all. It was in consideration of this likeness that Mr Crathie had permitted the youth, when his services were not required, to read in the library.
Malcolm went straight to a certain corner, and from amongst a dingy set of old classics took down a small Greek book, in large type. It was the manual of that slave among slaves, that noble among the free, Epictetus. He was no great Greek scholar, but, with the help of the Latin translation, and the gloss of his own rath experience, he could lay hold of the mind of that slave of a slave, whose very slavery was his slave to carry him to the heights of freedom. It was not Greek he cared for, but Epictetus. It was but little he read, however, for the occurrence of the morning demanded, compelled thought. Mr Crathie's behaviour caused him neither anger nor uneasiness, but it rendered necessary some decision with regard to the ordering of his future.
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"Thank God!" said Florimel, "there is no harm done. – Well, have you had enough of her yet, Liftore?"
"Pretty nearly, I think," said his lordship, with an attempt at a laugh, as he walked rather feebly and foolishly towards his horse. He mounted with some difficulty, and looked very pale.
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