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Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 28. The Major And Vavasor Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 28. The Major And Vavasor

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 28. The Major And Vavasor
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE MAJOR AND VAVASORAs major Marvel, for all the rebuffs he had met with, had not yet learned to entertain the smallest doubt as to his personal acceptability, so he was on his part most catholic in his receptivity. But there were persons whom from the first glance he disliked, and then his dislike was little short of loathing. I suspect they were such as found the heel of his all but invulnerable vanity and wounded it. Not accustomed to be hurt, it resented hurt when it came the more sorely. He was in one sense, and that not... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 1857

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 27. Major H.G. Marvel Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 27. Major H.G. Marvel

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 27. Major H.G. Marvel
CHAPTER XXVII. MAJOR H.G. MARVELOne afternoon when Vavasor was in his room, writing a letter to his aunt, in which he described in not too glowing terms, for he knew exaggeration would only give her a handle, the loveliness of the retreat among the hills where he was spending his holiday--when her father was in his study, her mother in her own room, and the children out of doors, a gentleman was shown in upon her as she sat alone in the drawing-room at her piano, not playing but looking over some books of old music she had found in the... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 1175

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 26. Waiting A Purpose Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 26. Waiting A Purpose

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 26. Waiting A Purpose
CHAPTER XXVI. WAITING A PURPOSEThe hot dreamy days rose and sank in Yrndale. Hester would wake in the morning oppressed with the feeling that there was something she ought to have begun long ago, and must positively set about this new day. Then as her inner day cleared, she would afresh recognize her duty as that of those who stand and wait. She had no great work to do--only the common family duties of the day, and her own education for what might be the will of Him who, having made her for something, would see that the possibility of that... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2119

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 25. Was It Into The Fire? Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 25. Was It Into The Fire?

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 25. Was It Into The Fire?
CHAPTER XXV. WAS IT INTO THE FIRE?One lovely evening in the beginning of June, when her turn had come to get away a little earlier, Amy Amber thought with herself she would at last make an effort to find Miss Raymount. In the hurry of escaping from Burcliff she left her address behind, but had long since learned it from a directory, and was now sufficiently acquainted with London to know how to reach Addison square. Having dressed herself therefore in becoming style, for dress was one of the instincts of the girl--an unacquirable gift, not necessarily associated with anything noble--in... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2044

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 24. Out Of The Frying-Pan Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 24. Out Of The Frying-Pan

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 24. Out Of The Frying-Pan
CHAPTER XXIV. OUT OF THE FRYING-PANThere is another person in my narrative whom the tide of her destiny seemed now to have caught and to be bearing more swiftly somewhither. Unable, as she concluded, any longer to endure a life bounded by the espionage, distrust, and ill-tempered rebuke of the two wretched dragons whose misery was their best friend--saving them from foreboded want by killing them while yet they had something to live upon--Amy Amber did at last as she had threatened, and one morning when, in amazement that she was so late, they called her, they received no answer, neither... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2015

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 23. Down The Hill Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 23. Down The Hill

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 23. Down The Hill
CHAPTER XXIII. DOWN THE HILLWhen Franks, the acrobat, and his family left Mrs. Baldwin's garret to go to another yet poorer lodging, it was with heavy hearts: they crept silent away, to go down yet a step of the world's stair. I have read somewhere in Jean Paul of a curiously contrived stair, on which while you thought you were going down you were really ascending: I think it was so with the Frankses and the stair they were upon. But to many the world is but a treadmill, on which while they seem to be going up and up, they... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2995

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 19. Light And Shade Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 19. Light And Shade

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 19. Light And Shade
CHAPTER XIX. LIGHT AND SHADELight and shade, sunshine and shadow pursue each other over the moral as over the material world. Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps its sky, with the clouds that return after its rain. It was now the month of March. The middle day of it had been dreary all over England, dreariest of all, perhaps, in London. Great blasts had gone careering under a sky whose miles-thick vault of clouds they never touched, but instead hunted and drove and dashed earth-clouds of dust into all unwelcoming places, throats and eyes included.... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 3076

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 18. Catastrophe Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 18. Catastrophe

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 18. Catastrophe
CHAPTER XVIII. CATASTROPHEFor the tail of the music-kite--the car of the music-balloon rather, having thus descended near enough to the earth to be a temptation to some of the walkers afoot, they must catch at it! The moment the last-mentioned song was ended, almost before its death-note had left the lips of the singer, one of the friends' friends was on his feet. Without a word of apology, without the shadow of a request for permission, he called out in a loud voice, knocking with his chair on the floor, "Ladies an' gen'lemen, Mr. William Blaney will now favor the company... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2519

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 17. An Uninvited Guest Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 17. An Uninvited Guest

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 17. An Uninvited Guest
CHAPTER XVII. AN UNINVITED GUESTVavasor had not heard of the gathering. In part from doubt of his sympathy, in part from dislike of talking about doing, Hester had not mentioned it. When she lifted her eyes at the close of her ballad, not a little depressed at having failed to secure the interest of her audience, it was with a great gush of pleasure that she saw near the door the face of her friend. She concluded that he had heard of her purpose and had come to help her. Even at that distance she could see that he was looking... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2017

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 16. The Concert Room Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 16. The Concert Room

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 16. The Concert Room
CHAPTER XVI. THE CONCERT ROOMThe house in which they lived, and which was their own, was a somewhat remarkable one--I do not mean because it retained almost all the old-fashionedness of a hundred and fifty years, but for other reasons. Beside the ordinary accommodation of a good-sized London house with three drawing-rooms on the first floor it had a quite unusual provision for the receiving of guests. At the top of the first landing, rather more than half-way up the stair, that is, there was a door through the original wall of the house to a long gallery, which led to... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 3496

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 15. A Small Failure Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 15. A Small Failure

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 15. A Small Failure
CHAPTER XV. A SMALL FAILUREVavasor at length found he must not continue to visit Hester so often, while not ready to go further; and that, much as he was in love--proportionately, that is, to his faculty for loving--he dare not do. But for the unconventionality of the Raymounts he would have reached the point long before. He began, therefore, to lessen the number, and shorten the length of his appearances in Addison Square. But so doing he became the more aware of the influence she had been exercising upon him--found that he had come to feel differently about certain things--that her... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 849

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 14. Vavasor And Hester Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 14. Vavasor And Hester

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 14. Vavasor And Hester
CHAPTER XIV. VAVASOR AND HESTERThe visits of Vavasor, in reality to Hester, continued. For a time they were more frequent, and he stayed longer. Hester's more immediate friends, namely her mother and Miss Dasomma, noted also, and with some increase of anxiety, that he began to appear at the church they attended, a dull enough place, without any possible attraction of its own for a man like Vavasor: they could but believe he went thither for the sake of seeing Hester. Two or three Sundays and he began to join them as they came out, and walk part of the way... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 3308

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 13. A Private Exhibition Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 13. A Private Exhibition

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 13. A Private Exhibition
CHAPTER XIII. A PRIVATE EXHIBITIONHester had not been near them for two or three days. It was getting dusk, but she would just run across the square and down the street, and look in upon them for a moment. She had not been brought up to fear putting her foot out of doors unaccompanied. It was but a few steps, and she knew almost every house she had to pass. To-morrow was Sunday, and she felt as if she could not go to church without having once more seen the little flock committed in a measure to her humble charge. Not... Long Stories - Post by : voltaire11 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 1528

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 9. Songs And Singers Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 9. Songs And Singers

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 9. Songs And Singers
CHAPTER IX. SONGS AND SINGERSThe evening before the return of Cornelius to London and the durance vile of the bank, Vavasor presented himself at the hour of family-tea. Mr. Raymount's work admitting of no late dinner, the evening of the rest of the family was the freer. They occupied a tolerably large drawing-room, and as they had hired for the time a tolerably good piano, to it, when tea was over, Hester generally betook herself. But this time Cornelius, walking up to it with his hands in his pockets, dropped on the piano-stool as if he had taken a fancy to... Long Stories - Post by : KeisEnt - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2464

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 8. Cornelius And Vavasor Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 8. Cornelius And Vavasor

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 8. Cornelius And Vavasor
CHAPTER VIII. CORNELIUS AND VAVASORFrom what I have written of him it may well seem as if such a cub were hardly worth writing about; but if my reader had chanced to meet him first in other company than that of his own family, on every one of whom he looked down with a contempt which although slight was not altogether mild, he would have taken him for at least an agreeable young man. He would then have perceived little or nothing of the look of doggedness and opposition he wore at home; that would have been, all unconsciously, masked in... Long Stories - Post by : KeisEnt - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2045

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 7. Amy Amber Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 7. Amy Amber

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 7. Amy Amber
CHAPTER VII. AMY AMBERSome gentle crisis must have arrived in the history of Hester, for in these days her heart was more sensitive and more sympathetic than ever before. The circumvolant troubles of humanity caught upon it as it it had been a thorn-bush, and hung there. It was not greatly troubled, neither was its air murky, but its very repose was like a mother's sleep which is no obstacle between the cries of her children and her sheltering soul: it was ready to wake at every moan of the human sea around her. Unlike most women, she had not needed... Long Stories - Post by : KeisEnt - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2742

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 6. The Aquarium Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 6. The Aquarium

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 6. The Aquarium
CHAPTER VI. THE AQUARIUM"Let's go and see the people at the aquarium," said Cornelius. "Do you mean the fishes?" asked his father. "No, I don't care about them; I said the people," answered Cornelius stupidly. "The people of an aquarium must surely be fishes, eh, Saffy?" said the father to the bright child, walking hand in hand with him. It was Josephine. Her eyes were so blue that but for the association he would have called her Sapphira. Between the two he contented himself with the pet name of _Saffy_. "Ah but, papa," said Hester, "Corney didn't say the people _of... Long Stories - Post by : KeisEnt - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2535

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 5. Truly The Light Is Sweet Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 5. Truly The Light Is Sweet

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 5. Truly The Light Is Sweet
CHAPTER V. TRULY THE LIGHT IS SWEETThe cry of the human heart in all ages and in every moment is, "Where is God and how shall I find him?"--No, friend, I will not accept your testimony to the contrary--not though you may be as well fitted as ever one of eight hundred millions to come forward with it. You take it for granted that you know your own heart because you call it yours, but I say that your heart is a far deeper thing than you know or are capable of knowing. Its very nature is hid from you. I... Long Stories - Post by : KeisEnt - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 838

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 4. Hester Alone Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 4. Hester Alone

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 4. Hester Alone
CHAPTER IV. HESTER ALONEWhen the family separated for the night and Hester reached her room, she sat down and fell a thinking, not more earnestly but more continuously. She was one of those women--not few in number, I have good reason to think, though doubtless few comparatively, who from the first dawn of consciousness have all their lives endeavored, with varying success, with frequent failure of strength, and occasional brief collapse of effort, to do the right thing. Therein she had but followed in the footsteps of her mother, who, though not so cultivated as she, walked no less steady in... Long Stories - Post by : KeisEnt - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 879

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 3. The Magic Lantern Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 3. The Magic Lantern

Weighed And Wanting - Chapter 3. The Magic Lantern
CHAPTER III. THE MAGIC LANTERNCornelius, leaving his mother, took refuge with his anger in his own room. Although he had occupied it but a fortnight the top of its chest of drawers was covered with yellow novels--the sole kind of literature for which Cornelius cared. Of this he read largely, if indeed his mode of swallowing could be called reading; his father would have got more pleasure out of the poorest of them than Cornelius could from a dozen. And now in this day's dreariness, he had not one left unread, and was too lazy or effeminate or prudent to encounter... Long Stories - Post by : KeisEnt - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 1210