Writings, Band 1Houghton Mifflin, 1907 |
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Amos Barton Anthony Arbury Hall Baronet Bates Bates's Beatrice beauty better Bridmain Captain Wybrow Caterina cheeks Cheverel Manor church clerical cold Countess Czerlaski Daniel Knott dear Dickey door Dorcas drawing-room eyes face farm Farquhar feel felt George Eliot Gilfil Hackit hair hand happy head heard heart hope husband kiss Lady Assher Lady Cheverel little Walter look Low Church married Maynard Milby Milly Milly's mind Miss Assher Miss Gibbs Miss Sarti morning Nanny never Oldinport once pale parish parishioners Patten Patty perhaps person Pilgrim pocket poor port wine pretty Rookery round Scenes of Clerical seated seemed sermon Sharp Shepperton singing Sir Christopher Sir Christopher's sitting-room smile sorrow speak sweet talk tell tenderness there's thing thought Tina Tina's tiny tion tone turned vicarage walk wife woman young
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Seite 59 - But, my dear madam, it is so very large a majority of your fellow-countrymen that are of this insignificant stamp. At least eighty out of a hundred of your adult male fellow-Britons returned in the last census, are neither extraordinarily silly, nor extraordinarily wicked, nor extraordinarily wise; their eyes are neither deep and liquid with sentiment, nor sparkling with suppressed witticisms; they have probably had no hairbreadth escapes or thrilling adventures; their brains are certainly not pregnant...
Seite 200 - What were our little Tina and her trouble in this mighty torrent, rushing from one awful unknown to another? Lighter than the smallest centre of quivering life in the waterdrop, hidden and uncared for as the pulse of anguish in the breast of the tiniest bird that has fluttered down to its nest with the long-sought food, and has found the nest torn and empty.
Seite 81 - The lady seemed to have made a conquest of him at the very outset," said Mr. Ely. "I was immensely amused one night at Granby's when he was telling us her story about her husband's adventures. He said, 'When she told me the tale, I felt I don't know how,— I felt it from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet.
Seite 137 - And a charming picture Cheverel Manor would have made that evening, if some English Watteau had been there to paint it : the castellated house of grey-tinted stone, with the flickering sunbeams sending dashes of golden light across the manyshaped panes in the mullioned windows, and a great beech leaning athwart one of the flanking towers, and breaking, with its dark flattened boughs, the too formal symmetry of the front ; the broad gravel-walk winding on the right, by a row of tall pines, alongside...
Seite 119 - But the Knebley farmers would as soon have thought of criticising the moon as their pastor. He belonged to the course of nature, like markets and toll-gates and dirty banknotes ; and being a vicar, his claim on their veneration had never been counteracted by an exasperating claim on their pockets. Some of them, who did not indulge in the superfluity of a covered cart without springs, had dined half an hour earlier than usual — that...
Seite 17 - The very capacity for good would go out of us. For, tell the most impassioned orator, suddenly, that his wig is awry, or his shirt-lap hanging out, and that he is tickling people by the oddity of his person, instead of thrilling them by the energy of his periods, and you would infallibly dry up the spring of his eloquence.
Seite 167 - Nature seemed to have coloured when she was in a hurry, and had no time to attend to nuances, for every inch of him visible above his neckcloth was of one impartial redness ; so that when he was at some distance your imagination was at liberty to place his lips anywhere between his nose and chin. Seen closer, his lips were discerned to be of a peculiar cut, and I fancy this had something to do with the peculiarity of his dialect, which, as we shall see, was individual rather than provincial.
Seite 20 - ... expected, stitching with the nimblest of fingers by the light of one candle, he finds her dispensing with the light of a candle altogether. She is softly pacing up and down by the red firelight, holding in her arms little Walter, the year-old baby, who looks over her shoulder with large wide-open eyes, while the patient mother pats his back with her soft hand, and glances with a sigh at the heap of large and small stockings lying unmended on the table. She was a lovely woman — Mrs Amos Barton...
Seite 103 - Oh, the anguish of that thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them, for the light answers we returned to their plaints or their pleadings, for the little reverence we showed to that sacred human soul that lived so close to us, and was the divinest thing God had given us to know!
Seite 34 - But there is always this danger attending it, that the interest or comprehension of your hearers may stop short precisely at the point where your spiritual interpretation begins. And Mr. Barton this morning succeeded in carrying the pauper imagination to the dough-tub, but unfortunately was not able to carry it upwards from that well-known object to the unknown truths which it was intended to shadow forth.