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Do you suspect more than you told papa? 'It amounts to no more. Griff likes amusement, and everybody likes him that's all. Yes, I know my father read law ten hours a day, but his whole nature and circumstances were different. I don't believe Griff could go on in that way. 'Not with such a hope before him? You would, Clarence.
"Say, Dick," whispered Greg presently, with far greater enthusiasm than he had been displaying, "look at that black-eyed, perfectly tinted little doll that is walking with Griffin! "Stroll around and meet them face to face presently, then," grinned Dick. "Griff won't mind." "The deuce he won't" growled Greg. "I'd have a scrap on my hands, besides being voted a butter-in."
Mary Ann Evans was born Nov. 22, 1819, at Arbury Farm, a mile from Griff, in Warwickshire, England. When four months old the family moved to Griff, where the girl lived till she was twenty-one, in a two-story, old-fashioned, red brick house, the walls covered with ivy. Two Norway firs and an old yew-tree shaded the lawn.
A few months after George Eliot's birth the family moved to another home, in the parish of Griff, where her childhood was largely passed. The scenery of the Midland counties and many details of her own family life are reflected in her earlier novels. Thus we find her and her brother, as Maggie and Tom Tulliver, in The Mill on the Floss; her aunt, as Dinah Morris, and her mother, as Mrs.
'I want to see Mr. Clarence's white feather, observed Anne. 'Griff has a white plume in his Yeomanry helmet, replied Martyn; 'Clarence hasn't one. 'Oh, I saw Mr. Griffith's! she answered; 'but Cousin Horace said Mr. Clarence showed the white feather. 'Cousin Horace is an ape! cried Martyn. 'I don't think he is so nice as an ape, said Anne. 'He is more like a monkey.
Griff could be slightly tyrannous in his merry mockery, and when he found that on the ensuing day Clarence proposed to go and inquire after the patient, he made such wicked fun of the expectations the pair entertained of hearing the sweet cottage bonnet reading a tract in a silvery voice through the hovel window, that he fairly teased and shamed Clarence out of starting till the renowned Tom Petty arrived and absorbed all the three brothers, and even their father, in delights as mysterious to me as to Emily.
'I don't know how I shall ever go there again! she exclaimed; 'they have no right to say such things! Then she explained. Mary and Louisa had been saying horrid things about Griffith her Griff! It was always their way. Think how Horace had made her treat Clarence! It was their way and habit to tease, and call it fun, and she had never minded it before; but this was too bad.
Such doubts were very transient. Dear old Griff was too delightful, too bright and too brave, too ardent and too affectionate, not to dispel all clouds by the sunshine he carried about with him. If rest and reliance came with Clarence, zest and animation came with Griffith.
He meant, he said, to get a little terrier, and have a thorough good rat hunt, at which Martyn capered about in irrepressible ecstasy. This, however, was deferred by the unwillingness of old Chapman, of whom even Griff was somewhat in awe.
Fordyce nailed Griff down to an interminable game at chess, and my mother kept the two girls playing duets, while Clarence turned over the leaves; and I read over The Lady of the Lake, a study which I always felt, and still feel, as an act of homage to Ellen Fordyce, though there was not much in common between her and the maid of Douglas.
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