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Excerpt from Weir of Hermiston: An Unfinished Romance
In all these generations, while a male Rutherford was in the saddle with his lads, or brawling in a change-house, there would be always a white-faced wife immured at home in the Old peel or the later mansion-house. It seemed this succession Of martyrs bided long, but took their vengeance in the end, and that was in the person of the last descendant, Jean. She bore the name Of the Rutherfords, but she was the daughter Of their trembling wives. At the first she was not wholly without charm. Neighbours recalled in her, as a child, a strain Of elfin wilfulness, gentle little mutinies, sad little gaieties, even a morning gleam Of beauty that was not to be fulfilled. She withered in the growing, and (whether it was the sins Of her sires or the sorrows Of her mothers) came to her maturity depressed, and, as it were, defaced; no blood Of life in her, no grasp or gaiety; pious, anxious, tender, tearful, and incompetent.
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In all these generations, while a male Rutherford was in the saddle with his lads, or brawling in a change-house, there would be always a white-faced wife immured at home in the Old peel or the later mansion-house. It seemed this succession Of martyrs bided long, but took their vengeance in the end, and that was in the person of the last descendant, Jean. She bore the name Of the Rutherfords, but she was the daughter Of their trembling wives. At the first she was not wholly without charm. Neighbours recalled in her, as a child, a strain Of elfin wilfulness, gentle little mutinies, sad little gaieties, even a morning gleam Of beauty that was not to be fulfilled. She withered in the growing, and (whether it was the sins Of her sires or the sorrows Of her mothers) came to her maturity depressed, and, as it were, defaced; no blood Of life in her, no grasp or gaiety; pious, anxious, tender, tearful, and incompetent.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This 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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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Robert Louis Stevenson
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780260266002
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.1 cm
Page Count - 194
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Author
Robert Louis Stevenson
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781330674482
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.1 cm
Page Count - 196
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