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Sir Hall Caine. The Deemster
The Deemster
Table of Contents
VOLUME I
P. F. COLLIER & SON. NEW YORK
THE DEEMSTER
CHAPTER I
THE DEATH OF OLD EWAN
CHAPTER II
A MAN CHILD IS BORN
CHAPTER III
THE CHRISTENING OF YOUNG EWAN
CHAPTER IV
THE DEEMSTER OF MAN
CHAPTER V
THE MANXMAN'S BISHOP
CHAPTER VI
THE COZY NEST AT BISHOP'S COURT
CHAPTER VII
DANNY THE MADCAP
CHAPTER VIII
PASSING THE LOVE OF WOMEN
CHAPTER IX
THE SERVICE ON THE SHORE
CHAPTER X
THE FIRST NIGHT WITH THE HERRINGS
CHAPTER XI
THE HERRING BREAKFAST
CHAPTER XII
DAN'S PENANCE
CHAPTER XIII
HOW EWAN MOURNED FOR HIS WIFE
CHAPTER XIV
WRESTLING WITH FATE
CHAPTER XV
THE LIE THAT EWAN TOLD
CHAPTER XVI
THE PLOWING MATCH
CHAPTER XVII
THE WRONG WAY WITH DAN
CHAPTER XVIII
THE BLIND WOMAN'S SECOND SIGHT
CHAPTER XIX
HOW EWAN FOUND DAN
CHAPTER XX
BLIND PASSION AND PAIN
CHAPTER XXI
THE VOICE IN THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XXII
ALONE, ALONE—ALL, ALL ALONE!
CHAPTER XXIII
ALONE ON A WIDE, WIDE SEA
CHAPTER XXIV
"THERE'S GOLD ON THE CUSHAGS YET."
CHAPTER XXV
A RESURRECTION INDEED
CHAPTER XXVI
HOW EWAN CAME TO CHURCH
CHAPTER XXVII
HOW THE NEWS CAME TO THE BISHOP
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE CHILD GHOST IN THE HOUSE
CHAPTER XXIX
BY BISHOP'S LAW OR DEEMSTER'S
CHAPTER XXX
THE DEEMSTER'S INQUEST
CHAPTER XXXI
FATHER AND SON
CHAPTER XXXII
DIVINATION
CHAPTER XXXIII
KIDNAPPED
CHAPTER XXXIV
A RUDE TRIBUNAL
CHAPTER XXXV
THE COURT OF GENERAL JAIL DELIVERY
CHAPTER XXXVI
CUT OFF FROM THE PEOPLE
THE BRIEF RELATION OF DANIEL MYLREA
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF
CHAPTER XXXVII
OF HIS OUTCAST STATE
CHAPTER XXXVIII
OF HIS WAY OF LIFE
CHAPTER XXXIX
OF THE GHOSTLY HAND UPON HIM
CHAPTER XL
OF HIS GREAT LONELINESS
CHAPTER XLI
OF HOW HE KEPT HIS MANHOOD
CHAPTER XLII
OF THE BREAKING OF THE CURSE
CHAPTER XLIII
OF HIS GREAT RESOLVE
His Last Words
CHAPTER XLIV
THE SWEATING SICKNESS
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III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
X
CHAPTER XLV
"OUR FATHER, WHICH ART IN HEAVEN"
Ben-my-Chree. Owner, Daniel Mylrea, Bishop's Court, Isle of Man. Master, Illiam Quilleash
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Sir Hall Caine
Published by Good Press, 2019
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And they ate, and they drank, and they laughed, and they sang, till the bedroom reeked with the fumes of a pot-house, and the confusion of tongues therein was worse than at the foot of Babel.
Throughout three long jovial weeks the visitors came and went, and every day the "blithe bread" was piled in the peck for the poor of the earth, and scattered on the paths for the good spirits of the air. And when people jested upon this, and said that not since the old days of their grandfathers had the boaganes and the fairies been so civilly treated, Thorkell laughed noisily, and said what great fun it was that they should think he was superstitious, and that custom must be indulged with custom, or custom would weep!
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