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Here, erected on the shore, was a rude, commodious warehouse, built by the speculators who owned this adventurous craft, and designed for the reception of the cotton that was taken out and the cargoes that were brought in by it. The care of this depot of supplies and unlawful merchandise was committed to a rather decrepit, but trustworthy old man, called familiarly "Uncle Jack Marner."
"No of course, I don't!" said Dryden, in a more subdued voice. "I don't mean that at all. I guess you're right I'm excited. I well" he motioned jerkily toward the form on the floor "I'm not used to walking into a room and finding that." It was Marner, the other bank examiner, who broke a moment's silence. "We none of us are," he said, and brushed his hand across his forehead.
Her influence kept even the rough boys quiet; and all Varley, which had at first been unanimous in its condemnation of the manner in which Luke Marner was bringing up that "gal" of his, just as if the place was not good enough for her, were now forced to confess that the experiment had turned out well.
Silas Marner was the victim of blackest ingratitude. His friend was a thief, who thrust upon him the blame of a black crime. Suddenly, this innocent man found all homes closed to his hand, all shops locked to his tools, while even the market refused his wares. Through two years and more, right bravely he held his head aloft and looked all men in the face.
I have no doubt myself that Silas Marner comes nearer to being a great success than any of the more elaborate books. Yet Silas Marner is about one-fifth part of the length of Middlemarch; and its plot, mise-en-scène, and incidents are simplicity itself.
And his friends saw that it was useless to urge him further. On the day after his return to Marsden Luke Marner and Bill Swinton came back on the coach from York, and after it was dark Ned walked up to Varley and knocked at Bill's door. On hearing who it was Bill threw on his cap and came out to him.
Still you see there are some good ones; look at Luke Marner, that's the man we saw in church, see how kind he has been to his niece." "There are good men of all sorts, and though the croppers may be rough and given to drink, we must not blame them too severely; they are wholly uneducated men, they work hard, and their sole pleasure is in the beer shop.
Novels showing the analytic skill of Thackeray's Vanity Fair, or the development of character in George Eliot's Silas Marner would have been little read in competition with stirring tales of adventure, if such novels had appeared before a taste for them had been developed by habits of trained observation and thought.
He's my youngest, and we spoil him sadly, for either me or the father must allays hev him in our sight that we must." She stroked Aaron's brown head, and thought it must do Master Marner good to see such a "pictur of a child". But Marner, on the other side of the hearth, saw the neat-featured rosy face as a mere dim round, with two dark spots in it.
But it was awk'ard calling your little sister by such a hard name, when you'd got nothing big to say, like wasn't it, Master Marner?" "We called her Eppie," said Silas. "Well, if it was noways wrong to shorten the name, it 'ud be a deal handier.
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