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Автор: Frances Hodgson Burnett
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SETTING THEM THINKING

       CHAPTER XXIX

       THE THREAD OF G. SELDEN

       CHAPTER XXX

       A RETURN

       CHAPTER XXXI

       NO, SHE WOULD NOT

       CHAPTER XXXII

       A GREAT BALL

       CHAPTER XXXIII

       FOR LADY JANE

       CHAPTER XXXIV

       RED GODWYN

       CHAPTER XXXV

       THE TIDAL WAVE

       CHAPTER XXXVI

       BY THE ROADSIDE EVERYWHERE

       CHAPTER XXXVII

       CLOSED CORRIDORS

       CHAPTER XXXVIII

       AT SHANDY'S

       CHAPTER XXXIX

       ON THE MARSHES

       CHAPTER XL

       “DON'T GO ON WITH THIS”

       CHAPTER XLI

       SHE WOULD DO SOMETHING

       CHAPTER XLII

       IN THE BALLROOM

       CHAPTER XLIII

       HIS CHANCE

       CHAPTER XLIV

       A FOOTSTEP

       CHAPTER XLV

       THE PASSING BELL

       CHAPTER XLVI

       LISTENING

       CHAPTER XLVII

       “I HAVE NO WORD OR LOOK TO REMEMBER”

       CHAPTER XLVIII

       THE MOMENT

       CHAPTER XLIX

       AT STORNHAM AND AT BROADMORLANDS

       CHAPTER L

       THE PRIMEVAL THING

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      No man knew when the Shuttle began its slow and heavy weaving from shore to shore, that it was held and guided by the great hand of Fate. Fate alone saw the meaning of the web it wove, the might of it, and its place in the making of a world's history. Men thought but little of either web or weaving, calling them by other names and lighter ones, for the time unconscious of the strength of the thread thrown across thousands of miles of leaping, heaving, grey or blue ocean.

      Fate and Life planned the weaving, and it seemed mere circumstance which guided the Shuttle to and fro between two worlds divided by a gulf broader and deeper than the thousands of miles of salt, fierce sea—the gulf of a bitter quarrel deepened by hatred and the shedding of brothers' blood. Between the two worlds of East and West there was no will to draw nearer. Each held apart. Those who had rebelled against that which their souls called tyranny, having struggled madly and shed blood in tearing themselves free, turned stern backs upon their unconquered enemies, broke all cords that bound them to the past, flinging off ties of name, kinship and rank, beginning with fierce disdain a new life.

      Those who, being rebelled against, found the rebels too passionate in their determination and too desperate in their defence of their strongholds to be less than unconquerable, sailed back haughtily to the world which seemed so far the greater power. Plunging into new battles, they added new conquests and splendour to their land, looking back with something of contempt to the half-savage West left to build its own civilisation without other aid than the strength of its own strong right hand and strong uncultured brain.

      But while the two worlds held apart, the Shuttle, weaving slowly in the great hand of Fate, drew them closer and held