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第 237 頁 - Winter. It is the most dead, uncomfortable Time of the Year, when the poor People would suffer very much from their Poverty and Cold, if they had not good Cheer, warm Fires, and Christmas Gambols to support them. I love to rejoyce their poor Hearts at this Season, and to see the whole Village merry in my great Hall.
第 xxiii 頁 - A whole is that which has a beginning, a middle, and an end. A beginning is that which does not itself follow anything by causal necessity, but after which something naturally is or comes to be. An end, on the contrary, is that which itself naturally follows some other thing, either by necessity, or as a rule, but has nothing following it. A middle is that which follows something as some other thing follows it.
第 163 頁 - The gold had asked that he should sit weaving longer and longer, deafened and blinded more and more to all things except the monotony of his loom and the repetition of his web ; but Eppie called him away from his weaving, and made him think all its pauses a holiday, re-awakening his senses with her fresh life, even to the old winter-flies that came crawling forth in the early spring sunshine, and warming him into joy because she had joy.
第 144 頁 - ... those far-off scenes. The thoughts were strange to him now, like old friendships impossible to revive; and yet he had a dreamy feeling that this child was somehow a message come to him from that far-off life : it stirred fibres that had never been moved in Raveloe — old quiverings of tenderness — old impressions of awe at the presentiment of some Power presiding over his life...
第 2 頁 - ... the rich central plain of what we are pleased to call Merry England, and held farms, which, speaking from a spiritual point of view, paid highly desirable tithes. But it was nestled in a snug, wellwooded hollow, quite an hour's journey on horseback from any turnpike, where it was never reached by the vibrations of the coach-horn. or of public opinion.
第 224 頁 - I've been putting off and putting off, the trees have been growing — • it's too late now. Marner was in the right in what he said about a man's turning away a blessing from his door : it falls to somebody else. I wanted to pass for childless once, Nancy — I shall pass for childless now against my wish.
第 168 頁 - Here was clearly a case of aberration in a christened child which demanded severe treatment ; but Silas, overcome with convulsive joy at finding his treasure again, could do nothing but snatch her up, and cover her with half-sobbing kisses. It was not until he had carried her home, and had begun to think of the necessary washing, that he recollected the need that he should punish Eppie, and "make her remember.
第 21 頁 - The same sort of process has perhaps been undergone by wiser men, when they have been cut off from faith and love — only, instead of a loom and a heap of guineas, they have had some erudite research, some ingenious project, or some well-knit theory.
第 61 頁 - I come to think on it, meanin' goes but a little way i' most things, for you may mean to stick things together and your glue may be bad, and then where are you? And so I says to mysen, 'It isn't the meanin', it's the glue.
第 138 頁 - Eve, she knew : her husband would be smiling and smiled upon, hiding her existence in the darkest corner of his heart. But she would mar his pleasure : she would go in her dingy rags, with her faded face, once as handsome as the best, with her little child that had its father's hair and eyes, and disclose herself to the Squire as his eldest son's wife. It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.