This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 Excerpt: ...to have forgotten his intention to talk. His farfocused eyes gazed idly out through the doorway into the kitchen where Taylor's own eyes were fixed. There the waiting people were all expectantly watching Madeline as she came out, some of the men in black or blue clothes, some in homespun, the women in dresses that ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 Excerpt: ...to have forgotten his intention to talk. His farfocused eyes gazed idly out through the doorway into the kitchen where Taylor's own eyes were fixed. There the waiting people were all expectantly watching Madeline as she came out, some of the men in black or blue clothes, some in homespun, the women in dresses that ranged from modern to ancient. The prettiest garment he saw was Madeline's filmy creation. There were others descending a long scale of fashions which even his mannish eyes recognized as outlandish in this day of ever-changing modes. And there were still others, maidens' costumes of an old, old period, kirtles of many colours, red, blue, purple, and green with contrasting coloured bodices and white Normandy caps upon the wearers' heads. Dressed as their Acadian grandmothers, as their Norman great-grandmothers, they posed picturesque as a painting on the long rows of rough seats under the glare of the lamps. In an aisle left up the centre Taylor could see Madeline making her way to the front where perched the big phonograph. She was pausing every foot or so to answer the whispered questions which he knew concerned his own condition, his identity, and the identity of his schooner. To the landsman it might have been a shock to see the gathering go back so quickly to where they had left off, but not to Taylor. Too often had he seen the hungry ocean gulp down the comrades by his side to be smitten with any wonderment, and as it was with him, so it was with these Islanders. Wrecks in the sailing season were daily cast upon their shores, sometimes storm-blown barks from the outer seas and sometimes the boats of their own Island fishers, and men were gone in a moment from their midst. It was not that they failed to care or that their hearts were not warm, ..
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