Garthowen. Allen Raine

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066147860

Table of Contents

       GARTHOWEN

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

       CHAPTER XX

       CHAPTER XXI

       CHAPTER XXII

       CHAPTER XXIII

       CHAPTER XXIV

      CHAP.

      I. A Turn of the Road

       II. "Garthowen"

       III. Morva of the Moor

       IV. The Old Bible

       V. The Sea Maiden

       VI. Gethin's Presents

       VII. The Broom Girl

       VIII. Garthowen Slopes

       IX. The North Star

       X. The Cynos

       XI. Unrest

       XII. Sara's Vision

       XIII. The Bird Flutters

       XIV. Dr. Owen

       XV. Gwenda's Prospects

       XVI. Isderi

       XVII. Gwenda at Garthowen

       XVIII. Sara

       XIX. The "Sciet"

       XX. Love's Pilgrimage

       XXI. The Mate of the "Gwenllian"

       XXII. Gethin's Story

       XXIII. Turned Out!

       XXIV. A Dance on the Cliffs

GARTHOWEN

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      CHAPTER I

      A TURN OF THE ROAD

      It was a typical July day in a large seaport town of South Wales. There had been refreshing showers in the morning, giving place to a murky haze through which the late afternoon sun shone red and round. The small kitchen of No. 2 Bryn Street was insufferably hot, in spite of the wide-open door and window. A good fire burnt in the grate, however, for it was near tea-time, and Mrs. Parry knew that some of her lodgers would soon be coming in for their tea. One had already arrived, and, sitting on the settle in the chimney corner, was holding an animated conversation with his landlady, who stood before him, one hand akimbo on her side, the other brandishing a toasting fork. Her beady black eyes, her brick-red cheeks and hanks of coarse hair, were not beautiful to look upon, though to-day they were at their best, for the harsh voice was softened, and there was a humid gentleness in the eyes not habitual to them. Her companion was a young man about twenty-three years of age, dark, almost swarthy of hue, tanned by the suns and storms of foreign seas and many lands, As he sat there in the shade of the settle one caught a glance of black eyes and a gleam of white teeth, but the easy, lounging attitude did not show to advantage the splendid build of Gethin Owens. One of his large brown fists, resting on the rough deal table, was covered with tattooed hieroglyphics, an anchor, a mermaid, and a heart, of course! Anyone conversant with the Welsh language would have divined at once, by the long-drawn intonation of the first words in every remark, that the subject of conversation was one of sad or tender interest.

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