Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance
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George MacDonald. Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance
CHAPTER I. CASTLE WARLOCK
CHAPTER II. THE KITCHEN
CHAPTER III. THE DRAWING-ROOM
CHAPTER IV. AN AFTERNOON SLEEP
CHAPTER V. THE SCHOOL
CHAPTER XVI. GRANNIE'S COTTAGE
CHAPTER VII. DREAMS
CHAPTER VIII. HOME
CHAPTER IX. THE STUDENT
CHAPTER X. PETER SIMON
CHAPTER XI. THE NEW SCHOOLING
CHAPTER XII. GRANNIE'S GHOST STORY
CHAPTER XIII. THE STORM-GUEST
CHAPTER XIV. THE CASTLE INN
CHAPTER XV. THAT NIGHT
CHAPTER XVI. THROUGH THE DAY
CHAPTER XVII. THAT SAME NIGHT
CHAPTER XVIII. A WINTER IDYLL
CHAPTER XIX. AN "INTERLUNAR CAVE."
CHAPTER XX. CATCH YER NAIG
CHAPTER XXI. THE WATCMAKER
CHAPTER XXII. THE LUMINOUS NIGHT
CHAPTER XXIII. AT COLLEGE
CHAPTER XXIV. A TUTORSHIP
CHAPTER XXV. THE GARDENER
CHAPTER XXVI. LOST AND FOUND
CHAPTER XXVII. A TRANSFORMATION
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE STORY OF THE KNIGHT WHO SPOKE THE TRUTH
CHAPTER XXIX. NEW EXPERIENCE
CHAPTER XXX. CHARLES JERMYN, M. D
CHAPTER XXXI. COSMO AND THE DOCTOR
CHAPTER XXXII. THE NAIAD
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE GARDEN-HOUSE
CHAPTER XXXIV. CATCH YOUR HORSE
CHAPTER XXXV. PULL HIS TAIL
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE THICK DARKNESS
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE DAWN
CHAPTER XXXVIII. HOME AGAIN
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE SHADOW OF DEATH
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE LABOURER
CHAPTER XL. THE SCHOOLMASTER
CHAPTER XLI. GRANNIE AND THE STICK
CHAPTER XLII. OBSTRUCTION
CHAPTER XLIII. GRIZZIE'S RIGHTS
CHAPTER XLIV. ANOTHER HARVEST
CHAPTER XLV. THE FINAL CONFLICT
CHAPTER XLVI. A REST
CHAPTER XLVII. HELP
CHAPTER XLVIII. A COMMON MIRACLE
CHAPTER XLIX. DEFIANCE
CHAPTER L. DISCOVERY AND CONFESSION
CHAPTER LI. IT IS NAUGHT, SAITH THE BUYER
CHAPTER LII. AN OLD STORY
CHAPTER LIII. A SMALL DISCOVERY
CHAPTER LIV. A GREATER DISCOVERY
CHAPTER LV. A GREAT DISCOVERY
CHAPTER LVI. MR. BURNS
CHAPTER LVII. TOO SURE COMES TOO LATE
CHAPTER LVIII. A LITTLE LIFE WELL ROUNDED
CHAPTER LIX. A BREAKING UP
CHAPTER LX. REPOSE
CHAPTER LXI. THE THIRD HARVEST
CHAPTER LXII. A DUET, TRIO, AND QUARTET
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He entered the wide kitchen, paved with large slabs of slate. One brilliant gray-blue spot of sunlight lay on the floor. It came through a small window to the east, and made the peat-fire glow red by the contrast. Over the fire, from a great chain, hung a three-legged pot, in which something was slowly cooking. Between the fire and the sun-spot lay a cat, content with fate and the world. At the corner of the fire sat an old lady, in a chair high-backed, thick-padded, and covered with striped stuff. She had her back to the window that looked into the court, and was knitting without regarding her needles. This was Cosmo's grandmother. The daughter of a small laird in the next parish, she had started in life with an overweening sense of her own importance through that of her family, nor had she lived long enough to get rid of it. I fancy she had clung to it the more that from the time of her marriage nothing had seemed to go well with the family into which she had married. She and her husband had struggled and striven, but to no seeming purpose; poverty had drawn its meshes closer and closer around them. They had but one son, the present laird, and he had succeeded to an estate yet smaller and more heavily encumbered. To all appearance he must leave it to Cosmo, if indeed he left it, in no better condition. From the growing fear of its final loss, he loved the place more than any of his ancestors had loved it, and his attachment to it had descended yet stronger to his son.
But although Cosmo the elder wrestled and fought against encroaching poverty, and with little success, he had never forgot small rights in anxiety to be rid of large claims. What man could he did to keep his poverty from bearing hard on his dependents, and never master or landlord was more beloved. Such being his character and the condition of his affairs, it is not very surprising that he should have passed middle age before thinking seriously of marriage. Nor did he then fall in love, in the ordinary sense of the phrase; he reflected with himself that it would be cowardice so far to fear poverty as to run the boat of the Warlocks aground, and leave the scrag end of a property and a history without a man to take them up, and possibly bear them on to redemption; for who could tell what life might be in the stock yet! Anyhow, it would be better to leave an heir to take the remnant in charge, and at least carry the name a generation farther, even should it be into yet deeper poverty than hitherto. A Warlock could face his fate. Thereupon, with a sense of the fitness of things not always manifested on such occasions, he had paid his addresses to a woman of five and thirty, the daughter of the last clergyman of the parish, and had by her been accepted with little hesitation. She was a capable and brave woman, and, fully informed of the state of his affairs, married him in the hope of doing something to help him out of his difficulties. A few pounds she had saved up, and a trifle her mother had left her, she placed unreservedly at his disposal, and he in his abounding honesty spent it on his creditors, bettering things for a time, and, which was of much more consequence, greatly relieving his mind, and giving the life in him a fresh start. His marriage was of infinitely more salvation to the laird than if it had set him free from all his worldly embarrassments, for it set him growing again—and that is the only final path out of oppression.
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"Hoots, Grizzie! haud yer tongue, my wuman," said the laird, in the gentlest tone, yet with reproof in it. "Ye ken weel it's no my mother wad grudge me the milk ye wad gie me. It was but my'sel' 'at didna think mysel' worthy o' that same, seein' it's no a week yet sin' bonny Hawkie dee'd!"
"An' wad ye hae the Lord's anintit depen' upo' Hawkie?" cried Grizzie with indignation.
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