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Excerpt from Rachel MarrBeyond the twin headlands that made Morna into a little fishing harbour, and sheltered its narrow strip of sand, the round moon hung clouded in the midnight sky. The shadows of the carved headlands were obscured by a tender mist of dissipated light; the sea was shadow to the shore, while on the horizon, where the moon shone clearer, a silver line accentuated the lucid darkness of the nearer waters of the land. In that silver showed the lofty canvas of a ship drifting 'eastward on the flood which inshore now began to slacken. The waters lapped less insistently upon the rocks; the silence of the night deepened sensibly; the whispers of the salt marsh, through which a slow stream found its way to the sea, grew fainter still; the eternal music of the pinewood above the little marsh ran off into the very ghost of a vibrant and musical murmur among its loftiest branches. It was midnight, full moon and full fiood,-and the warm world rested.The house's of the little village, which could hardly be seen from the cove, since most lay behind a barrier of rock, the shoreward buttress of the eastern headland, were all asleep. Some of its few men were far out at sea long - line fishing in the great sweep of the tides. They would not return till the morning when they came from the eastward on the ebb and met the young flood and the breeze it brought with it from the west. A few boats lay upon the higher sands and shingle: one was moored beyond low-water mark, where it rested as quietly as any rock. For two long hours Morna had been still.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...but a fool's island for fools we wise folks might have our ways and never be the worse for it. If you'll excuse my mentioning it, Miss Rachel, I've a very great affection for you, and I'm glad to see you looking better." That she looked better Rachel knew. Her spirit was calmer since she had surrendered, and some of her colour had returned. "Thank you, Steve," she answered. She offered him her hand, but Steve looked at his own and shook his head. "I'll borrow some soap and give it a scrub, Miss, and when I can do aught for you I'll come up and remind you that you wished to shake hands with the old vagabond." There were tears in his eyes as he went away. "She's the greatest, finest, and most beautiful woman betwixt sea and sea," he swore, "and if I were a gaudy bishop with a cathedral and a palace I'd offer her the one and thank God for her in the other. I wish Johnny Perran would cut Mrs. Anthony's wicked white throat, and cut it deep." In Rachel's heart were checked thoughts which rose and clamoured to be heard. "John's being here may make a change," something cried within her. She went back to the house, and for once found Martha idle. She kissed the old woman's cheek. "What are you thinking of, Martha?" "This news of Steve, my darling," said Martha. "Mary knows. She's in a wild tremble, and makes sad work with your crockery. I believe the poor fool thinks he'll marry her." "He won't," said Rachel. "He may be wicked, but he's not a fool like his brother," said Martha angrily. "And as to being wicked, well, it's a big word, and what's a man to do when a woman who loves him over-well lets him know it. Men are men and fire's fire and flax...

Excerpt from Rachel MarrBeyond the twin headlands that made Morna into a little fishing harbour, and sheltered its narrow strip of sand, the round moon hung clouded in the midnight sky. The shadows of the carved headlands were obscured by a tender mist of dissipated light; the sea was shadow to the shore, while on the horizon, where the moon shone clearer, a silver line accentuated the lucid darkness of the nearer waters of the land. In that silver showed the lofty canvas of a ship drifting 'eastward on the flood which inshore now began to slacken. The waters lapped less insistently upon the rocks; the silence of the night deepened sensibly; the whispers of the salt marsh, through which a slow stream found its way to the sea, grew fainter still; the eternal music of the pinewood above the little marsh ran off into the very ghost of a vibrant and musical murmur among its loftiest branches. It was midnight, full moon and full fiood,-and the warm world rested.The house's of the little village, which could hardly be seen from the cove, since most lay behind a barrier of rock, the shoreward buttress of the eastern headland, were all asleep. Some of its few men were far out at sea long - line fishing in the great sweep of the tides. They would not return till the morning when they came from the eastward on the ebb and met the young flood and the breeze it brought with it from the west. A few boats lay upon the higher sands and shingle: one was moored beyond low-water mark, where it rested as quietly as any rock. For two long hours Morna had been still.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.

This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.

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 was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.