[Donal Grant by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookDonal Grant CHAPTER XXVII 3/5
It has not walls, but fields and forests and gardens around it, and limitless sky overhead.
It has its sorrows, but many of them lie only on its borders, and they that leave the path gather them.
Lady Arctura was devouring her soul in silence, with such effectual help thereto as the self-sufficient friend, who had never encountered a real difficulty in her life, plenteously gave her.
Miss Carmichael dealt with her honestly according to her wisdom, but that wisdom was foolishness; she said what she thought right, but was wrong in what she counted right; nay, she did what she thought right--but no amount of doing wrong right can set the soul on the high table-land of freedom, or endow it with liberating help. The autumn passed, and the winter was at hand--a terrible time to the old and ailing even in tracts nearer the sun--to the young and healthy a merry time even in the snows and bitter frosts of eastern Scotland. Davie looked chiefly to the skating, and in particular to the pleasure he was going to have in teaching Mr.Grant, who had never done any sliding except on the soles of his nailed shoes: when the time came, he acquired the art the more rapidly that he never minded what blunders he made in learning a thing.
The dread of blundering is a great bar to success. He visited the Comins often, and found continual comfort and help in their friendship.
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