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Title: Paul Faber, Surgeon

Author: George MacDonald

Release Date: May 20, 2004 [EBook #12387]

Language: English

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[Illustration: PAUL FABER.]

PAUL FABER, SURGEON

BY GEORGE MACDONALD

1900

CONTENTS.

CHAP.

I. THE LANE
II. THE MINISTER'S DOOR
III. THE MANOR HOUSE
IV. THE RECTORY
V. THE ROAD TO OWLKIRK
VI. THE COTTAGE
VII. THE PULPIT
VIII. THE MANOR HOUSE DINING-ROOM
IX. THE RECTORY DRAWING-ROOM
X. MR. DRAKE'S ARBOR
XI. THE CHAMBER AT THE COTTAGE
XII. THE MINISTER'S GARDEN
XIII. THE HEATH AT NESTLEY
XIV. THE GARDEN AT OWLKIRK
XV. THE PARLOR AT OWLKIRK
XVI. THE BUTCHER'S SHOP
XVII. THE PARLOR AGAIN
XVIII. THE PARK AT NESTLEY
XIX. THE RECTORY
XX. AT THE PIANO
XXI. THE PASTOR'S STUDY
XXII. TWO MINDS
XXIII. THE MINISTER'S BEDROOM
XXIV. JULIET'S CHAMBER
XXV. OSTERFIELD PARK
XXVI. THE SURGERY DOOR
XXVII. THE GROANS OF THE INARTICULATE
XXVIII. COW-LANE CHAPEL
XXIX. THE DOCTOR'S HOUSE
XXX. THE PONY-CARRIAGE
XXXI. A CONSCIENCE
XXXII. THE OLD HOUSE AT GLASTON
XXXIII. PAUL FABER'S DRESSING-ROOM
XXXIV. THE BOTTOMLESS POOL
XXXV. A HEART
XXXVI. TWO MORE MINDS
XXXVII. THE DOCTOR'S STUDY
XXXVIII. THE MIND OF JULIET
XXXIX. ANOTHER MIND
XL. A DESOLATION
XLI. THE OLD GARDEN
XLII. THE POTTERY
XLIII. THE GATE-LODGE
XLIV. THE CORNER OF THE BUTCHER'S SHOP
XLV. HERE AND THERE
XLVI. THE MINISTER'S STUDY
XLVII. THE BLOWING OF THE WIND
XLVIII. THE BORDER-LAND
XLIX. EMPTY HOUSES
L. FALLOW FIELDS
LI. THE NEW OLD HOUSE
LII. THE LEVEL OF THE LYTHE
LIII. MY LADY'S CHAMBER
LIV. NOWHERE AND EVERYWHERE

TO

W.C.T.

TUUM EST.

Clear-windowed temple of the God of grace,
From the loud wind to me a hiding-place!
Thee gird broad lands with genial motions rife,
But in thee dwells, high