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Title: Janet's Love and Service
Author: Margaret M Robertson
Release Date: October 31, 2007 [EBook #23266]
Language: English
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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
Janet's Love and Service, by Margaret M Robertson.
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The set of page scans that was used to create this version of the book
was as dirty as it is possible to be, while still making it just about
possible to do the OCR and subsequent editing. This latter was very
hard work. The scans came from the Canadiana Online collection. No
doubt there is a reason for this lack of quality. But there was a
reason for persevering with the editing process, endless as it seemed to
be for several weeks, and that was that I do believe this book to be
very great literature, even though it has not hitherto been recognised
as such by the world in general.
To be truthful, the book's first quarter, and perhaps the last quarter,
are more dramatic than the two middle quarters. But it is all well
worth reading and thinking about, for there are many things in the book
that we should all think deeply about, living as we do in a very
different world than the one that surrounded the author and her
fictional characters almost a hundred and fifty years ago. That the
author had very great skill is undoubted, and can be seen from her other
works.
I hope you will read it and see if you agree with me that the hard work
involved on bringing this book to the web has been worthwhile. NH.
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JANET'S LOVE AND SERVICE, BY MARGARET M ROBERTSON.
CHAPTER ONE.
The longest day in all the year was slowly closing over the little
village of Clayton. There were no loiterers now at the corners of the
streets or on the village square--it was too late for that, though
daylight still lingered. Now and then the silence was broken by the
footsteps of some late home-comer, and over more than one narrow c
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