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       Rosa Nouchette Carey

      Wee Wifie

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066209704

       CHAPTER I. PROLOGUE—THE WANDERER.

       CHAPTER II. THE BLIND VICAR OF SANDYCLIFFE.

       CHAPTER III. UNDER THE OLD WALNUT-TREE.

       CHAPTER IV. “WHEN WE TWO PARTED.”

       CHAPTER V. THE LITTLE PRINCESS.

       CHAPTER VI. BEULAH PLACE.

       CHAPTER VII. NEA.

       CHAPTER VIII. MAURICE TRAFFORD.

       CHAPTER IX. THE AWAKENING.

       CHAPTER X. IN DEEP WATERS.

       CHAPTER XI. THE WEE WIFIE.

       CHAPTER XII. IN THE BLUE NESTIE.

       CHAPTER XIII. THAT ROOM OF MRS. WATKINS’S.

       CHAPTER XIV. CRYSTAL.

       CHAPTER XV. ERLE ARRIVES AT REDMOND HALL.

       CHAPTER XVI. FAY’S DILEMMA.

       CHAPTER XVII. “I AM ONLY WEE WIFIE.”

       CHAPTER XVIII. ERLE’S VISIT TO THE GRANGE.

       CHAPTER XIX. AMONG THE SHADOWS.

       CHAPTER XX. “LITTLE JOYCE.”

       CHAPTER XXI. “LET ME SEE MARGARET.”

       CHAPTER XXII. TWO STRINGS TO ONE BOW.

       CHAPTER XXIII. CRYSTAL’S STORY.

       CHAPTER XXIV. A GRAVE DECISION.

       CHAPTER XXV. GO BACK TO RABY.

       CHAPTER XXVI. THE TALL YOUNG LADY IN BROWN.

       CHAPTER XXVII. FLUFF GOES TO SEE GRANDPAPA.

       CHAPTER XXVIII. “I WANT HIM SO.”

       CHAPTER XXIX. A GLIMPSE OF THE DARK VALLEY.

       CHAPTER XXX. “IT IS ALL OVER, BABY.”

       CHAPTER XXXI. FAY’S MISTAKE.

       CHAPTER XXXII. “GOOD-BYE—GOOD-BYE.”

       CHAPTER XXXIII. THE MANSE AT ROWAN-GLEN.

       CHAPTER XXXIV. TRACKED AT LAST.

       CHAPTER XXXV. RABY’S WIFE.

       CHAPTER XXXVI. SIR HUGH’S REPENTANCE.

       CHAPTER XXXVII. VANITAS VANITATIS.

       CHAPTER XXXVIII. NEA AND HER FATHER MEET AGAIN.

       CHAPTER XXXIX. EVELYN’S REVENGE.

       CHAPTER XL. AUNT JEANIE’S GUEST.

       CHAPTER XLI. UNDER THE ROWANS.

       CHAPTER XLII. KNITTING UP THE THREADS.

      WEE WIFIE.

       PROLOGUE—THE WANDERER.

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      Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

      Tears from the depth of some divine despair

      Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

      In looking on the happy Autumn fields,

      And thinking of the days that are no more.

      Tennyson’s Princess.

      Not much of a picture, certainly!

      Only a stretch of wide sunny road, with a tamarisk hedge and a clump of shadowy elms; a stray sheep nibbling in a grass ditch; and a brown baby asleep on a bench; beyond, low broad fields of grain whitening to harvest, and a distant film and haze—blue cloudiness, and the deep monotonous sound of the great sea.

      Yellow sunshine, green turf, the buoyancy of salt spray in the air; some one, trailing a white gown unheeded in the sandy dust, pauses a moment under the flickering elms to admire the scene.