Sybil Campbell
Sybil Campbell

Author: May Agnes Fleming

Publisher: Palala Press

Published: 2016-05-07

Total Pages: 446

ISBN-13: 9781355797708

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Sybil Campbell
Sybil Campbell

Author: May Agnes Fleming

Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 110

ISBN-13: 9781230174075

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 edition. Excerpt: ...until the perspiration stood in great globules on his brow. But the storm, as if in pity for that frail bark and its inmates, held up a few moments longer, and Carl uttered a yell of triumph, as he snot into a little natural harbor, sheltered by overhanging rocks, immediately below the lodge. "Let the storm come," he cried, waving his cap in exultation, "we're all right as a trivet now I" And as he spoke, his last words were lost in the roar of the wind and sea. Safe and sheltered as it was in the little cove, the boat quivered for an instant, like a reed in the blast, before the first furious crash of the storm. Had it burst upon them a few moments sooner, they would instantaneously have been swamped. But Carl, bending before the furious gale, drove his staunch little craft ashore in triumph, and sprang out, followed by Sybil. The rain was falling heavily, and the wind blew so furiously, driving it in her face, that for the first moment she shrank back, and was forced to grasp a projecting rock to prevent herself from being blown barkward. The next instant her dauntless spirit returned, and raising her head, she shook the rain from her dripping locks, and sprang up the rocks with the fearless agility of a young mountain-kid, until she stood at the door of Campbell's Lodge, her ancestral home. All the front of the house was dark and cheerless--for Aunt Moll never visited the front chambers when the family was absent. Pushing open the hall-door, which was never locked, Sybil, accustomed to the way from earliest childhood, passing through the hall to the door leading to the kitchen, while the old house shook to its centre, and every window rattled in the furious blast of the storm. The very chimneys shook as though they...