Adela Cathcart, Volume 3 By: George MacDonald (1824-1905) |
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![]() Adela Cathcart, Volume 3 by George MacDonald is a beautiful and thought-provoking collection of stories that explore the depths of human emotion and spirituality. MacDonald's prose is eloquent and poetic, drawing readers in with its vivid imagery and compelling characters. The stories in this volume touch on themes of love, loss, redemption, and the power of faith. Through his intricate storytelling, MacDonald skillfully weaves together tales that are both poignant and inspiring. The characters are multi-dimensional and relatable, each facing their own struggles and challenges while grappling with universal questions of morality and purpose. One of the standout features of this collection is MacDonald's ability to infuse his stories with a sense of wonder and magic. Whether it's a mysterious encounter with a stranger or a seemingly impossible miracle, each story is imbued with a sense of the extraordinary that is both enchanting and uplifting. Overall, Adela Cathcart, Volume 3 is a captivating read that will linger in the minds and hearts of readers long after they've turned the final page. MacDonald's timeless wisdom and insight make this collection a must-read for anyone seeking a deeper understanding of the human experience. First Page:ADELA CATHCARTVolume Three By George MacDonald CONTENTS OF THE THIRD VOLUME. CHAPTER I. MY UNCLE PETER. CONTINUED II. THE GIANT'S HEART III. A CHILD'S HOLIDAY IV. INTERRUPTION V. PERCY VI. THE CRUEL PAINTER VII. THE CASTLE VIII. WHAT NEXT? XI. GENERALSHIP X. AN UNFORESEEN FORESIGHT CHAPTER I. MY UNCLE PETER. CONTINUED. "It was resolved that on the same evening, Chrissy should tell my uncle her story. We went out for a walk together; and though she was not afraid to go, the least thing startled her. A voice behind her would make her turn pale and look hurriedly round. Then she would smile again, even before the colour had had time to come back to her cheeks, and say 'What a goose I am! But it is no wonder.' I could see too that she looked down at her nice clothes now and then with satisfaction. She does not like me to say so, but she does not deny it either, for Chrissy can't tell a story even about her own feelings. My uncle had given us five pounds each to spend, and that was jolly. We bought each other such a lot of things, besides some for other people. And then we came home and had dinner tete a tete in my uncle's dining room; after which we went up to my uncle's room, and sat over the fire in the twilight till his afternoon nap was over, and he was ready for his tea... Continue reading book >> |
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