The Minister's Wife (Volume 1)
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ISBN10: 1154942686
ISBN13: 9781154942682
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 112
Weight: 0.38
Height: 0.26 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781154942682
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 112
Weight: 0.38
Height: 0.26 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...it's weak---ye may say its weak; but name a lad that came after her when she was a young lass, --to Mrs. Lothian in her widow's weeds. It's a thing I couldna do. Pm no that sure I would like to do it myself, said Jenny; but it should be done. He may not hide, said Jean; or he may bide, and mind his ain business and no come here. He has never been near the doors, so far as I've heard. But he kent she was away, said Jenny, disflpprovingly. And if she were to meet him, poor thing, about the road, without any warning---- Weel, weel, said Jean, in despair, I wash my little offence; and to this undeniable argument nothing could be said. Isabel had to leave her child behind, which was a novel thing to her, and very strange it felt to walk away alone through the village and down the other side of the Loch towards the steep lane that led to Ardnamore. She had gone nowhere except to Miss Catherine's, since her husband's death; and though she had gone about with all the freedom of a country-girl in her native parish before her marriage, since her widowhood she had fallen out of all the uses of social life. She was more shy than she had been at sixteen. When she found herself passing Lochhead and walking alone along the further road, it was strange to herShe shrank from the eyes of the stray passengers, and from the greetings of the village folk, with a sense of something unseemly in her own presence there, which she never had felt in her earliest stage of life. She was, as Jean said, still in her deep erape; her gown weighted with it, her bonnet black as night, with its great overhanging...