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Excerpt: ...fear of her looking at him again. She seemed like one whose love had rushed out glowing with seraphic fire, to be frozen to death in a more than wintry cold: she now walked lonely without her love. In the evenings, he was expected to continue his drawing by lamplight;... Read Full Overview

A grasp of the hand was all the good-bye I could make; and I was soon rattling away to meet the coach for Edinburgh and London. Seated on the top, I was soon buried in a reverie, from which I was suddenly startled by the sound of tinkling iron. Could it be that my adversary was... Read Full Overview

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MY DEAR SIR, KENSINGTON, May, 1864. Allow me, with the honour due to my father's friend, to inscribe this little volume with your name. The name of one friend is better than those of all the Muses. And permit me to say a few words about the story.-It is a Romance. I am well aware... Read Full Overview

Contents The portent -- The cruel painter -- The castle -- The wow o' rivven -- The broken swords -- The gray wolf -- Uncle Cornelius his story.

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George MacDonald (1824-1905) was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister. Though no longer a household name, his works (particularly his fairy tales and fantasy novels) have inspired deep admiration in such notables as W. H. Auden, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Madeleine L'Engle... Read Full Overview

"The Portent and Other Stories" from George MacDonald. Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister (1824-1905).

No more than the whispering suggestion upon the wind -- then the clear sense comes to Duncan's ears:

The rushing of a horse across the heath -- with an odd tinkling, as of one loose shoe . . .

"Tell me that was not what you heard " says his nurse,... Read Full Overview

No more than the whispering suggestion upon the wind -- then the clear sense comes to Duncan's ears: "The rushing of a horse across the heath -- with an odd tinkling, as of one loose shoe . . ." "Tell me that was not what you heard!" says his nurse, when Duncan tells her. The... Read Full Overview

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.

This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely... Read Full Overview

My father belonged to the widespread family of the Campbells, and possessed a small landed property in the north of Argyll. But although of long descent and high connection, he was no richer than many a farmer of a few hundred acres. For, with the exception of a narrow belt of... Read Full Overview