CONTENTS
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| CHAPTER I | [1] |
| CHAPTER II | [8] |
| CHAPTER III | [14] |
| CHAPTER IV | [19] |
| CHAPTER V | [42] |
| CHAPTER VI | [50] |
| CHAPTER VII | [58] |
| CHAPTER VIII | [79] |
| CHAPTER IX | [85] |
| CHAPTER X | [105] |
| CHAPTER XI | [110] |
| CHAPTER XII | [117] |
| CHAPTER XIII | [125] |
| CHAPTER XIV | [132] |
| CHAPTER XV | [149] |
| CHAPTER XVI | [153] |
| CHAPTER XVII | [164] |
| CHAPTER XVIII | [180] |
| CHAPTER XIX | [183] |
| CHAPTER XX | [197] |
| CHAPTER XXI | [202] |
| CHAPTER XXII | [208] |
| CHAPTER XXIII | [224] |
| CHAPTER XXIV | [235] |
| CHAPTER XXV | [239] |
| CHAPTER XXVI | [247] |
| CHAPTER XXVII | [253] |
| CHAPTER XXVIII | [270] |
| CHAPTER XXIX | [283] |
| CHAPTER XXX | [296] |
| CHAPTER XXXI | [300] |
| CHAPTER XXXII | [315] |
| CHAPTER XXXIII | [320] |
GARRYOWEN
CHAPTER I
The great old house of Drumgool, ugly as a barn, with a triton dressed in moss and blowing a conch shell before the front door, stands literally in the roar of the sea.
From the top front windows you can see the Atlantic, blue in summer, grey in winter, tremendous in calm or storm; and the eternal roar of the league-long waves comes over the stunted fir trees sheltering the house front, a lullaby or menace just as your fancy wills.
Everything around Drumgool is on a vast and splendid scale. To the east, beyond Drumboyne, beyond the golden gorse, the mournful black bogs, and the flushes of purple heather, the sun, with one sweep of his brush paints thirty miles of hills.
Vast hills ever changing, and always beautiful, gone now in the driving mist and rain, now unwreathing themselves of cloud and disclosing sunlit crag and purple glen outlined against the far-off blue, and magical with the desolate beauty of distance.