George MacDonald, a Scottish author of the 19tyh century, relates of Mr. Vane, who inherits a large house with a library seemingly haunted by the previous owner. An old mirror transports him into another world, "the region of the seven dimensions", where he eventually finds true life in death.
In this fantasy novel, one of his darkest works, MacDonald applies to the mystery of evil. Some consider the author, touching the nature of life and death, calls in question the idea of everyone’s salvation. MacDonald offers readers to look for veiled meaning, saying that a magic tale is not an allegory. MacDonald wrote not for children, but for those who are ingenuous and sincere, as a child, whether one is 5 or 50 years old.
One of the extracts of the novel describes the storm that continued for many days. The storm caused blocking up highways and much less crowded whileroads were rendered impassable. No one even among the elderly people in Oakland has seen something like this before. Old inhabitants shook their fray heads as the wind raged over the New England Mountains. Old huge trees in forests were in the power of the wind which shook everything around including the casement of somelow-roofed cottage where the bright flame was dancing to the accompaniment of the sound of a storm wind rotating rapidly and making fantastic circles and at the end disappearing in the broad-mouthedchimney.
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III The modest, low house on the Kentish hillside, with its pink, rough-cast face, its tall, narrow, eighteenth- century windows, its verandah, the alternate object of summer blessings and winter curses, has been Lavinia Carew's home ever since her mother had crowned a foolish marriage by a perhaps less foolish death within the year. Being one of those completely unfortunate persons whom Fate seems to delight in belabouring, her husband had predeceased her by a fortnight. Upon the doubly forsaken baby's nearest blood relation, Sir George Campion, had devolved the choice of two alternativesthat of saddling himself for life with a creature against whose entry into it he had always angrily protested, and that of sending it to the workhouse, and being called an unnatural brute for his pains. He chose the first ; though, as everybody said, with a very ill grace. But the people who kindly tried to tell her this in later days could never get Sir George Campion's niece to believe it. Yet her life has scarcely been a bed of roses, though love has not been lacking ; and her three men have had that immense opinion of her which makes up to most of her sex for any amount of bodilyor mental char-ing. Of women in her home, save servants, there have, within her recollection, been none. Marriage is not an institution that seems to thrive in the Campion family, and so early in Lavinia's history that only the faintest blur of memory of something kind and connected with cakes remains to the girl, her uncle's wife had slipped inoffensively away to the churchyard, conveniently close to the pink-faced house. Often since she has grown up into sense and thoughtfulness, Lavinia has speculated about that dim lady, of whom no one now ever speaksall others because they have forgotten her, and ...
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