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This man was in the habit of having dealings with Marner, and had doubtless understood from the captain that he was in some way connected with his gang; and were he to find out the truth he would view him with the reverse of a friendly eye. He had told him that he was to take his meals with his clerk, and Cyril hoped, therefore, that he should seldom see him.
What are the chief characteristics of his novels? Describe briefly the works which show his great skill as a critical writer. George Eliot. Read Silas Marner and make a brief analysis, having in mind the plot, the characters, the style, and the ethical teaching of the novel. Is the moral teaching of George Eliot convincing; that is, does it suggest itself from the story, or is it added for effect?
The slight suspicion with which his hearers at first listened to him, gradually melted away before the convincing simplicity of his distress: it was impossible for the neighbours to doubt that Marner was telling the truth, not because they were capable of arguing at once from the nature of his statements to the absence of any motive for making them falsely, but because, as Mr.
"I'm come for the doctor I want the doctor," Silas had said, in the first moment, to Mr. Crackenthorp. "Why, what's the matter, Marner?" said the rector. "The doctor's here; but say quietly what you want him for." "It's a woman," said Silas, speaking low, and half-breathlessly, just as Godfrey came up. "She's dead, I think dead in the snow at the Stone-pits not far from my door."
And him as I'd gone out and in wi' for ten year and more, since when we was lads and went halves mine own familiar friend in whom I trusted, had lifted up his heel again' me, and worked to ruin me." "Eh, but he was a bad un I can't think as there's another such," said Dolly. "But I'm o'ercome, Master Marner; I'm like as if I'd waked and didn't know whether it was night or morning.
For a minute Dunsey thought that old Marner might be dead, fallen over into the stone pits. And from that came the decision that he must be dead. If so, the question arose, what would become of the money that everybody said the old miser had put by? Dunstan Cass was in difficulties for want of money, and he had killed his brother's horse that day on the hunting-field.
The whitewashed walls; the little pews where well-known figures entered with a subdued rustling, and where first one well-known voice and then another, pitched in a peculiar key of petition, uttered phrases at once occult and familiar, like the amulet worn on the heart; the pulpit where the minister delivered unquestioned doctrine, and swayed to and fro, and handled the book in a long accustomed manner; the very pauses between the couplets of the hymn, as it was given out, and the recurrent swell of voices in song: these things had been the channel of divine influences to Marner they were the fostering home of his religious emotions they were Christianity and God's kingdom upon earth.
Is it not folly, this anglicising of the Indians, Irish, and Scots by the English schoolmaster, who knows as little of Sanscrit as of Erse Scottis or gaelic; calls England an island! and wishes to teach everyone "The ode to a Skylark," "Silas Marner," and "Tom Browne's Schooldays." Prescribed by Indian university curriculum.
And so I'll go now, Master Marner, and I'll speak about the christening afore dark; and I wish you the best o' luck, and it's my belief as it'll come to you, if you do what's right by the orphin child; and there's the 'noculation to be seen to; and as to washing its bits o' things, you need look to nobody but me, for I can do 'em wi' one hand when I've got my suds about. Eh, the blessed angil!
But I put it upo' your conscience, Master Marner, as there's one of 'em you must choose ayther smacking or the coal-hole else she'll get so masterful, there'll be no holding her."
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