Donal Grant, by George MacDonald by George MacDonald;Donal Grant
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On the doorstep he met a youth he had known by sight at the university: it was the minister's son--the worst-behaved of all the students. Was this a case of the sins of the father being visited on the child? Does God never visit the virtues of the father on the child? A little ruffled, and not a little disappointed, Donal walked away. Almost unconsciously he took the road to the castle, and coming to the gate, leaned on the top bar, and stood thinking. Suddenly, down through the trees came Davie bounding, pushed his hand through between the bars, and shook hands with him. "I have been looking for you all day," he said. "Why?" asked Donal. "Forgue sent you a letter." "I have had no letter." "Eppy took it this morning." "Ah, that explains! I have not been home since breakfast." "It was to say my father would like to see you." "I will go and get it: then I shall know what to do." |
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