George MacDonald
The Elect Lady
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066245504
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. LANDLORD'S DAUGHTER AND TENANT'S SON.
CHAPTER VIII. GEORGE AND THE LAIRD.
CHAPTER XI. GEORGE AND ANDREW.
CHAPTER XIV. SANDY AND GEORGE.
CHAPTER XV. MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
CHAPTER XVI. ANDREW AND DAWTIE.
CHAPTER XVII. DAWTIE AND THE CUP.
CHAPTER XVIII. DAWTIE AND THE LAIRD.
CHAPTER XIX. ANDREW AND ALEXA.
CHAPTER XX. GEORGE AND ANDREW.
CHAPTER XXI. WHAT IS IT WORTH?
CHAPTER XXII. THE GAMBLER AND THE COLLECTOR.
CHAPTER XXV. THE HEART OF THE HEART.
CHAPTER XXVI. GEORGE CRAWFORD AND DAWTIE.
“What is the matter with your master?” he asked.
CHAPTER XXX. GEORGE AND THE GOLDEN GOBLET.
CHAPTER XXXI. THE PROSECUTION.
CHAPTER XXXII. A TALK AT POTLURG.
CHAPTER XXXIII. A GREAT OFFERING.
CHAPTER XXXIV. ANOTHER OFFERING.
CHAPTER XXXV. AFTER THE VERDICT.
CHAPTER XXXVI. AGAIN THE GOBLET.
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE HOUR BEFORE DAWN.
CHAPTER I. LANDLORD'S DAUGHTER AND TENANT'S SON.
In a kitchen of moderate size, flagged with slate, humble in its appointments, yet looking scarcely that of a farmhouse—for there were utensils about it indicating necessities more artificial than usually grow upon a farm—with the corner of a white deal table between them, sat two young people evidently different in rank, and meeting upon no level of friendship. The young woman held in her hand a paper, which seemed the subject of their conversation. She was about four- or five-and-twenty, well grown and not ungraceful, with dark hair, dark hazel eyes, and rather large, handsome features, full of intelligence, but a little hard, and not a little regnant—as such features must be, except after prolonged influence of a heart potent in self-subjugation. As to her social expression, it was a mingling of the gentlewoman of education, and the farmer's daughter supreme over the household and its share in the labor of production.
As to the young man, it would have required a deeper-seeing eye than falls to the lot of most observers, not to take him for a weaker nature than the young woman; and the deference he showed her as the superior, would have enhanced the difficulty of a true judgment. He was tall and thin, but plainly in fine health; had a good forehead, and a clear hazel eye, not overlarge or prominent, but full of light; a firm mouth, with a curious smile; a sun-burned complexion; and a habit when perplexed of pinching his upper lip between his finger and thumb, which at the present moment he was unconsciously indulging. He was the son of a small farmer—in what part of Scotland is of little consequence—and his companion for the moment was the daughter