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Title: The Half-Hearted

Author: John Buchan

Release Date: November 11, 2005 [eBook #17047]

Language: English

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THE HALF-HEARTED

by

JOHN BUCHAN

NOTE

For the convenience of the reader it may
be stated that the period of this tale is the
closing years of the 19th Century.

CONTENTS

PART I

I. EVENING IN GLENAVELIN
II. LADY MANORWATER'S GUESTS
III. UPLAND WATER
IV. AFTERNOON IN A GARDEN
V. A CONFERENCE OF THE POWERS
VI. PASTORAL
VII. THE MAKERS OF EMPIRE
VIII. MR. WRATISLAW'S ADVENT
IX. THE Episodes OF A DAY
X. HOME TRUTHS
XI. THE PRIDE BEFORE A FALL
XII. PASTORAL AND TRAGEDY
XIII. THE PLEASURES OF A CONSCIENCE
XIV. A GENTLEMAN IN STRAITS
XV. THE NEMESIS OF A COWARD
XVI. A MOVEMENT OF THE POWERS
XVII. THE BRINK OF THE RUBICON
XVIII. THE FURTHER BRINK
XIX. THE BRIDGE OF BROKEN HEARTS

PART II

XX. THE EASTERN ROAD
XXI. IN THE HEART OF THE HILLS
XXII. THE OUTPOSTS
XXIII. THE DINNER AT GALETTI'S
XXIV. THE TACTICS OP A CHIEF
XXV. MRS. LOGAN'S BALL
XXVI. FRIEND TO FRIEND
XXVII. THE ROAD TO FORZA
XXVIII. THE HILL-FORT
XXIX. The WAY TO NAZRI
XXX. EVENING IN THE HILLS
XXXI. EVENTS SOUTH OF THE BORDER
XXXII. THE BLESSING OF GAD

THE HALF-HEARTED

PART I

CHAPTER I

EVENING IN GLENAVELIN

From the heart of a great hill land Glenavelin stretches west and south
to the wider Gled valley, where its stream joins with the greater water
in its seaward course. Its head is far inland in a place of mountain
solitudes, but its mouth is all but on the lip of the sea, and salt
breezes fight with the flying winds of the hills. It is a land of green
meadows on the brink of heather, of far-stretching fir woods that climb
to the edge of the uplands and sink to the fringe of corn. Nowhere is
there any march between art and nature, for the place is in the main for
sheep, and the single road