Macleod of Dare. Black William

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СКАЧАТЬ XXV.

       IN SUSSEX.

       CHAPTER XXVI.

       AN INTERVIEW.

       CHAPTER XXVII.

       AT A RAILWAY STATION.

       CHAPTER XXVIII.

       A DISCLOSURE.

       CHAPTER XXIX.

       FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

       CHAPTER XXX.

       A GRAVE.

       CHAPTER XXXI.

       OVER THE SEAS.

       CHAPTER XXXII.

       HAMISH.

       CHAPTER XXXIII.

       THE GRAVE OF MACLEOD OF MACLEOD.

       CHAPTER XXXIV.

       THE UMPIRE.

       CHAPTER XXXV.

       A CAVE IN MULL.

       CHAPTER XXXVI.

       THE NEW TRAGEDY.

       CHAPTER XXXVII.

       AN UNDERSTANDING.

       CHAPTER XXXVIII.

       AFRAID.

       CHAPTER XXXIX.

       A CLIMAX.

       CHAPTER XL.

       DREAMS.

       CHAPTER XLI.

       A LAST HOPE.

       CHAPTER XLII.

       THE WHITE-WINGED DOVE.

       CHAPTER XLIII.

       DOVE, OR SEA-EAGLE?

       CHAPTER XLIV.

       THE PRISONER.

       CHAPTER XLV.

       THE VOYAGE OVER.

       CHAPTER XLVI.

       THE END.

CHAPTER I.

       Table of Contents

THE SIX BOYS OF DARE.

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      The sun had sunk behind the lonely western seas; Ulva, and Lunga, and the Dutchman's Cap had grown dark on the darkening waters; and the smooth Atlantic swell was booming along the sombre caves; but up here in Castle Dare, on the high and rocky coast of Mull, the great hall was lit with such a blaze of candles as Castle Dare had but rarely seen. And yet there did not seem to be any grand festivities going forward; for there were only three people seated at one end of the long and narrow table; and the banquet that the faithful Hamish had provided for them was of the most frugal kind. At the head of the table sat an old lady with silvery-white hair and proud and fine features. It would have been a keen and haughty face but for the unutterable sadness of the eyes—blue-gray eyes under black eyelashes that must have been beautiful enough in her youth, but were now dimmed and worn, as if the weight of the world's sorrows had been too much for the proud, high spirit. On the right of Lady Macleod sat the last of her six sons, Keith by name, a tall, sparely built, sinewy young fellow, with a sun-tanned cheek and crisp and curling hair, and with a happy and careless look in his clear СКАЧАТЬ