A Dozen Ways Of Love by Lily Dougall
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VIII. WITCHCRAFT 195
IX. THE GIRL WHO BELIEVED IN THE SAINTS 219 X. THE PAUPER'S GOLDEN DAY 237 XI. THE SOUL OF A MAN 251 XII. A FREAK OF CUPID 293 I YOUNG LOVE It was after dark on a November evening. A young woman came down the main street of a small town in the south of Scotland. She was a maid-servant, about thirty years old; she had a pretty, though rather strong-featured, face, and yellow silken hair. When she came toward the end of the street she turned into a small draper's shop. A middle-aged woman stood behind the counter folding her wares. 'Can ye tell me the way to Mistress Macdonald's?' asked the maid. 'Ye'll be a stranger.' It was evident that every one in those parts knew the house inquired for. |
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