Salem Chapel

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W. Blackwood and Sons, 1869 - 368 pages
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I greatly enjoyed reading this novel. Margaret Oliphant is a very talented 19th-century author; she takes joy in delineating the intricacies of town and village life in England. I highly recommend ... Read full review

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When Arthur Vincent assumes his post as Carlingford's new Nonconformist minister, he runs the usual gauntlet of parishioners testing his mettle. Some relationships are cordial, such as that with Tozer ... Read full review

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Page 214 - doctor once more, struck to his heart with horror and pity. Susan's bare beautiful arm lay on the coverlid, white, round, and full, like marble. The doctor, who had never seen the fair Saxon girl who was Mrs Vincent's daughter a week ago, thought in his heart that this full developed form and face, rapt
Page 213 - the miserable mother towards her child. She has kept her senses till she reached you ; when she was here she no longer wanted them ; she has left her life in your hands." He held those hands fast as he spoke; pressed them gently, but firmly ; repeated his words over again. " In your hands,
Page 210 - iteration. The sight of her daughter in this frightful condition, coming after all her fatigue and strain of excitement, unnerved Mrs Vincent completely. She had locked the door in her sudden dismay. She was kneeling, clasping Susan's knees •—wasting vain adjurations upon her—driven beyond hope, beyond sense, beyond capacity. Little rustic Mary had all
Page 214 - minute. Some one has made—a mistake. I don't know what that man said ; but he has made—a mistake, doctor. My son, Mr Vincent, will see to all that. It has nothing to do with us. Tell me what we are to do for my child. Cut off her hair ! Oh, yes, yes, anything
Page 210 - cries, nor wild pressure of her mother's arms, nor entreaties poured into her cold ear, could extract any other words. Mrs Vincent lost her self-possession : she rushed out of the room for remedies—rung the bell—called for Arthur in a voice of despair—could nobody help her, even in this horrible crisis? When she had roused the house
Page 215 - room and turning out the unhappy criminal. Another lodger, a nervous woman, had already collected her goods to fly from the place. Outside, some mysterious instinct had collected a few people about the door of the hitherto irreproachable house, which imagination magnified into a crowd. Already Tozer had set out from his shop, red with
Page 211 - not been a doctor. He said it must have been some dreadful mental shock, with inquiring looks at Mrs Vincent, who began to recover herself. He put back the heavy locks of golden brown hair, which had been loosened down from Susan's head, and said he was afraid there was pressure on the brain. What could he
Page 210 - Oh, Susan, my child, my darling ! speak to your poor mother," cried the widow; but the marble figure in the chair, which was Susan, made no reply. It began to shiver with dreadful trembling fits—to be convulsed with long gasping sobs. " I am—Susan—Susan Vincent," it said at intervals, "with a
Page 245 - as was the usual custom. It was with a buzz of excitement that the congregation did disperse slowly, in groups, asking each other had such a sermon ever been preached before in Carlingford. Some shook their heads, audibly expressing their alarm lest Mr Vincent should go too far, and unsettle his mind;
Page 244 - of sin and sorrow, of dreadful human complications, misconceptions, of all incomprehensible, intolerable thoughts, surged round and round him as he wrote. Were the words folly that haunted him with such echoes? Could he, and such as he, unwitting of half the mysteries of life, do anything to that prodigious work

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