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       Myrtle Reed

      Master of the Vineyard

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066176112

       The Hill of the Muses

       II

       Brown Alpaca

       III

       The Crystal Ball

       IV

       April's Sun

       V

       The House of the Broken Heart

       VI

       More Stately Mansions

       VII

       A Letter and a Guest

       VIII

       "Whom God Hath Joined"

       IX

       A Spring Day

       X

       A Little Brown Mouse

       XI

       The Hour of the Turning Night

       XII

       Asking—Not Answer

       XIII

       The Stain of the Rose

       XIV

       The Light before a Shrine

       XV

       The Inlaid Box

       XVI

       One Little Hour

       XVII

       The Last Tryst

       XVIII

       Starbreak

       XIX

       If Love Were All

       XX

       "The Lady Traveller"

       XXI

       The Weaving of the Tapestry

       XXII

       Each to his Own Work

       XXIII

       Betrothal

       XXIV

       The Minister's Call

       XXV

       A Wedding

       Table of Contents

      From the Top of the Hill

      The girl paused among the birches and drew a long breath of relief. It was good to be outdoors after the countless annoyances of the day; to feel the earth springing beneath her step, the keen, crisp air bringing the colour to her cheeks, and the silence of the woods ministering to her soul.

      From the top of the hill she surveyed her little world. Where the small white houses clustered in the valley, far below her, she had spent her five-and-twenty years, shut in by the hills, and, more surely, by the iron bars of circumstance. To her the heights had always meant escape, for in the upper air and in solitude she found detachment—a sort of heavenly perspective upon the affairs of the common day.

      Down in the bare, brown valley the river lay asleep. Grey patches of melting snow still filled the crevices along its