Hempfield
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At that instant my eyes were smitten with stark reality, my imagination wrecked upon the reef of fact. I saw Fergus MacGregor.
Fergus is one of those men who should always be seen for the first time: after you begin to know him, you can't rightly appreciate him.
He was sitting away back in the corner of the room, by his favourite window, tipped back in his chair, with one heel hooked over a rung, the other leg playing loose in space, sadly reading the "Adventures of Tom Sawyer" which he considers the greatest book in the world--next to Robert Burns's poems.
Fergus has always been good for me. He is all facts, like roast beef, or asparagus, or a wheel in a rut. It is almost impossible to idealize Fergus: he has freckles and red hair on his hands. When Fergus
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These old newspapers seem to come complete with: a mortgage and a constant effort to pay it, a young girl trying to keep it afloat after her father died, an assortment of interesting employees and relatives, and a newcomer who changes the business and everyone's life.
The story is told by an outsider, who soon becomes part of the life of the paper.
A delightful story, full of humor and human insight, which this type of story always seems to reveal.
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