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White Wings, Volume III
A Yachting Romance

White Wings, Volume III A Yachting Romance

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WHITE WINGS, VOLUME III

WHITE WINGS:

A Yachting Romance.

BY

WILLIAM BLACK,

AUTHOR OF "THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF A PHAETON,"
"GREEN PASTURES AND PICCADILLY," ETC.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. III.

London:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1880.

The Right of Translation and Reproduction is Reserved.

LONDON:
R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR.
BREAD STREET HILL.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I.

A CONFESSION

CHAPTER II.

ONLY A HEADACHE

CHAPTER III.

IN THE DARK

CHAPTER IV.

TO ABSENT FRIENDS!

CHAPTER V.

SUSPICIONS

CHAPTER VI.

CERTAINTY

CHAPTER VII.

A PARABLE

CHAPTER VIII.

A RELEASE

CHAPTER IX.

"WHILE THE RIPPLES FOLD UPON SANDS OF GOLD"

CHAPTER X.

BACKWARD THOUGHTS

CHAPTER XI.

A TOAST

CHAPTER XII.

EXPECTATIONS

CHAPTER XIII.

"YE ARE WELCOME, GLENOGIE!"

CHAPTER XIV.

THE EQUINOCTIALS AT LAST

CHAPTER XV.

"FLIEH! AUF! HINAUS!"

CHAPTER XVI.

AFTER THE GALE

CHAPTER XVII.

"A GOOD ONE FOR THE LAST"

CHAPTER XVIII.

ADIEU

WHITE WINGS:

A Yachting Romance.

CHAPTER I.

A CONFESSION.

What could the solitary scouts, coming back from the various points of the island, know of this quick, unwilling cry of pain, and of the forced calm that followed it? They had their own sorrows. There was a gloom upon their faces. One and all bore the same story—not a seal, not a wild duck, not even a rock pigeon anywhere.

"But it is a fine thing to be able to straighten one's back," says the Laird, who always seizes on the cheerful side; "and we have not given up hope of your getting the sealskin yet, Miss Mary—no, no. The Doctor says they are away hunting just now; when the tide gets low again they will come up on the rocks. So the best thing we can do is to spend plenty of time over our luncheon, and cross the island again in the afternoon. Aye; begun already?" adds the Laird, as he goes up to the canvas, and regards the rough outlines in charcoal with a critical air. "Very good! very good!" he says, following the lines with his thumb, and apparently drawing in the air. "Excellent! The composeetion very clever indeed—simple, bold,

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