Whats Mines Mine, vol 3

What's Mine's Mine, vol 3

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WHAT'S MINE'S MINE
By George MacDonald
IN THREE VOLUMES
VOL. III.

CONTENTS OF VOL. III.

CHAPTER
I. AT A HIGH SCHOOL II. A TERRIBLE DISCOVERY III. HOW
ALISTER TOOK IT IV. LOVE V. PASSION AND PATIENCE VI.
LOVE GLOOMING VII. A GENEROUS DOWRY VIII. MISTRESS
CONAL IX. THE MARCHES X. MIDNIGHT XI. SOMETHING
STRANGE XII. THE POWER OF DARKNESS XIII. THE NEW
STANCE XIV. THE PEAT-MOSS XV. A DARING VISIT XVI. THE
FLITTING XVII. THE NEW VILLAGE XVIII. A FRIENDLY
OFFER XIX. ANOTHER EXPULSION XX. ALISTER'S PRINCESS
XXI. THE FAREWELL

WHAT'S MINE'S MINE

CHAPTER I
AT A HIGH SCHOOL.

When Mercy was able to go down to the drawing-room, she found the
evenings pass as never evenings passed before; and during the day,
although her mother and Christina came often to see her, she had time

and quiet for thinking. And think she must; for she found herself in a
region of human life so different from any she had hitherto entered, that
in no other circumstances would she have been able to recognize even
its existence. Everything said or done in it seemed to acknowledge
something understood. Life went on with a continuous lean toward
something rarely mentioned, plainly uppermost; it embodied a tacit
reference of everything to some code so thoroughly recognized that
occasion for alluding to it was unfrequent. Its inhabitants appeared to
know things which her people did not even suspect. The air of the
brothers especially was that of men at their ease yet ready to rise--of
men whose loins were girded, alert for an expected call.
Under their influence a new idea of life, and the world, and the
relations of men and things, began to grow in the mind of Mercy. There
was a dignity, almost grandeur, about the simple life of the cottage, and
the relation of its inmates to all they came near. No one of them seemed
to live for self, but each to be thinking and caring for the others and for
the clan. She awoke to see that manners are of the soul; that such as she
had hitherto heard admired were not to be compared with the simple,
almost peasant-like dignity and courtesy of the chief; that the natural
grace, accustomed ease, and cultivated refinement of Ian's carriage,
came out in attention and service to the lowly even more than in
converse with his equals; while his words, his gestures, his looks, every
expression born of contact, witnessed a directness and delicacy of
recognition she could never have imagined. The moment he began to
speak to another, he seemed to pass out of himself, and sit in the ears of
the other to watch his own words, lest his thoughts should take such
sound or shape as might render them unwelcome or weak. If they were
not to be pleasant words, they should yet be no more unpleasant than
was needful; they should not hurt save in the nature of that which they
bore; the truth should receive no injury by admixture of his personality.
He heard with his own soul, and was careful over the other soul as one
of like kind. So delicately would he initiate what might be communion
with another, that to a nature too dull or selfish to understand him, he
gave offence by the very graciousness of his approach.
It was through her growing love to Alister that Mercy