Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Mary Meehan and Distributed Proofreaders THE FLIGHT OF THE SHADOW By George MacDonald CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. MRS. DAY BEGINS THE STORY CHAPTER II. MISS MARTHA MOON CHAPTER III. MY UNCLE CHAPTER IV. MY UNCLE'S ROOM, AND MY UNCLE IN IT CHAPTER V. MY FIRST SECRET CHAPTER VI. I LOSE MYSELF CHAPTER VII. THE MIRROR CHAPTER VIII. THANATOS AND ZOE CHAPTER IX. THE GARDEN CHAPTER X. ONCE MORE A SECRET CHAPTER XI. THE MOLE BURROWS CHAPTER XII. A LETTER CHAPTER XIII. OLD LOVE AND NEW CHAPTER XIV. MOTHER AND UNCLE CHAPTER XV. THE TIME BETWEEN CHAPTER XVI. FAULT AND NO FAULT CHAPTER XVII. THE SUMMONS CHAPTER XVIII. JOHN SEES SOMETHING CHAPTER XIX. JOHN IS TAKEN ILL CHAPTER XX. A STRANGE VISIT CHAPTER XXI. A FOILED ATTEMPT CHAPTER XXII. JOHN RECALLS AND REMEMBERS CHAPTER XXIII. LETTER AND ANSWER CHAPTER XXIV. HAND TO HAND CHAPTER XXV. A VERY STRANGE THING CHAPTER XXVI. THE EVIL DRAWS NIGHER CHAPTER XXVII. AN ENCOUNTER CHAPTER XXVIII. ANOTHER VISION CHAPTER XXIX. MOTHER AND SON CHAPTER XXX. ONCE MORE, AND YET AGAIN CHAPTER XXXI. MY UNCLE COMES HOME CHAPTER XXXII. TWICE TWO IS ONE CHAPTER XXXIII. HALF ONE IS ONE CHAPTER XXXIV. THE STORY OF MY TWIN UNCLES CHAPTER XXXV. UNCLE EDMUND'S APPENDIX CHAPTER XXXVI. THE END OF THE FIRST VOLUME THE FLIGHT OF THE SHADOW. CHAPTER I. MRS. DAY BEGINS THE STORY. I am old, else, I think, I should not have the courage to tell the story I am going to tell. All those concerned in it about whose feelings I am careful, are gone where, thank God, there are no secrets! If they know what I am doing, I know they do not mind. If they were alive to read as I record, they might perhaps now and again look a little paler and wish the leaf turned, but to see the things set down would not make them unhappy: they do not love secrecy. Half the misery in the world comes from trying to look, instead of trying to be, what one is not. I would that not God only but all good men and women might see me through and through. They would not be pleased with everything they saw, but then neither am I, and I would have no coals of fire in my soul's pockets! But my very nature would shudder at the thought of letting one person that loved a secret see into it. Such a one never sees things as they are--would not indeed see what was there, but something shaped and coloured after his own likeness. No one who loves and chooses a secret can be of the pure in heart that shall see God.