The Flight of the Shadow

The Flight of the Shadow

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THE FLIGHT OF THE SHADOW
By George MacDonald

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I
. MRS. DAY BEGINS THE STORY
CHAPTER II
. MISS MARTHA MOON
CHAPTER III
. MY UNCLE
CHAPTER IV
. MY UNCLE'S ROOM, AND MY UNCLE IN IT
CHAPTER V
. MY FIRST SECRET
CHAPTER VI
. I LOSE MYSELF
CHAPTER VII
. THE MIRROR
CHAPTER VIII
. THANATOS AND ZOE
CHAPTER IX
. THE GARDEN
CHAPTER X
. ONCE MORE A SECRET

CHAPTER XI
. THE MOLE BURROWS
CHAPTER XII
. A LETTER
CHAPTER XIII
. OLD LOVE AND NEW
CHAPTER XIV
. MOTHER AND UNCLE
CHAPTER XV
. THE TIME BETWEEN
CHAPTER XVI
. FAULT AND NO FAULT
CHAPTER XVII
. THE SUMMONS
CHAPTER XVIII
. JOHN SEES SOMETHING
CHAPTER XIX
. JOHN IS TAKEN ILL
CHAPTER XX
. A STRANGE VISIT
CHAPTER XXI
. A FOILED ATTEMPT
CHAPTER XXII
. JOHN RECALLS AND REMEMBERS
CHAPTER XXIII
. LETTER AND ANSWER
CHAPTER XXIV
. HAND TO HAND
CHAPTER XXV
. A VERY STRANGE THING
CHAPTER XXVI
. THE EVIL DRAWS NIGHER
CHAPTER XXVII
. AN ENCOUNTER

CHAPTER XXVIII
. ANOTHER VISION
CHAPTER XXIX
. MOTHER AND SON
CHAPTER XXX
. ONCE MORE, AND YET AGAIN
CHAPTER XXXI
. MY UNCLE COMES HOME
CHAPTER XXXII
. TWICE TWO IS ONE
CHAPTER XXXIII
. HALF ONE IS ONE
CHAPTER XXXIV
. THE STORY OF MY TWIN UNCLES
CHAPTER XXXV
. UNCLE EDMUND'S APPENDIX
CHAPTER XXXVI
. THE END OF THE FIRST VOLUME

THE FLIGHT OF THE SHADOW.

CHAPTER I
.
MRS. DAY BEGINS THE STORY.
I am old, else, I think, I should not have the courage to tell the story I
am going to tell. All those concerned in it about whose feelings I am
careful, are gone where, thank God, there are no secrets! If they know
what I am doing, I know they do not mind. If they were alive to read as
I record, they might perhaps now and again look a little paler and wish
the leaf turned, but to see the things set down would not make them
unhappy: they do not love secrecy. Half the misery in the world comes
from trying to look, instead of trying to be, what one is not. I would
that not God only but all good men and women might see me through
and through. They would not be pleased with everything they saw, but

then neither am I, and I would have no coals of fire in my soul's
pockets! But my very nature would shudder at the thought of letting
one person that loved a secret see into it. Such a one never sees things
as they are--would not indeed see what was there, but something
shaped and coloured after his own likeness. No one who loves and
chooses a secret can be of the pure in heart that shall see God.
Yet how shall I tell even who I am? Which of us is other than a secret
to all but God! Which of us can tell, with poorest approximation, what
he or she is! Not to touch the mystery of life--that one who is not
myself has made me able to say _I_, how little can any of us tell about
even those ancestors whose names we know, while yet the nature, and
still more the character, of hundreds of them, have shared in
determining what I means