The Isle of Unrest is a novel written by Henry Seton Merriman. The story is set in the early 1900s and follows the life of a young man named Denis Burke. Burke is a talented artist who is struggling to find his place in the world. He is also deeply in love with a woman named Marjorie Linton, but their relationship is complicated by her father's disapproval.Burke's life takes a dramatic turn when he is invited to visit the Isle of Unrest, a remote island off the coast of Scotland. The island is owned by a wealthy man named ...
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The Isle of Unrest is a novel written by Henry Seton Merriman. The story is set in the early 1900s and follows the life of a young man named Denis Burke. Burke is a talented artist who is struggling to find his place in the world. He is also deeply in love with a woman named Marjorie Linton, but their relationship is complicated by her father's disapproval.Burke's life takes a dramatic turn when he is invited to visit the Isle of Unrest, a remote island off the coast of Scotland. The island is owned by a wealthy man named Sir Andrew Linton, Marjorie's father. Burke is initially excited about the opportunity to explore the island and spend time with Marjorie, but he soon discovers that there is more to the island than meets the eye.As Burke begins to uncover the secrets of the Isle of Unrest, he finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of intrigue and deception. He must use all of his wit and cunning to unravel the mysteries of the island and protect the woman he loves.The Isle of Unrest is a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and adventure. Merriman's vivid descriptions of the Scottish landscape and his skillful characterization of Burke make for a compelling read. This book is a must-read for fans of classic adventure novels and anyone who enjoys a good mystery.""There was a man in Sartene who had an enemy. He was a shoemaker, and could therefore work at his trade indoors. He never crossed his threshold for sixteen years. One day they told him his enemy was dead, that the funeral was for the same afternoon. It passed his door, and when it had gone by, he stepped out, after sixteen, years, to watch it, and--Paff! He twisted himself round as he writhed on the ground, and there was his enemy, laughing, with the smoke still at the muzzle. The funeral was a trick. No; I shall not believe that Mattei Perucca is dead until the Abbe Susini tells me that he has seen the body.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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