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Good evening."Adam hastened with long strides, Gyp close to his heels, out of theworkyard, and along the highroad leading away from the village and downto the valley. As he reached the foot of the slope, an elderly horseman,with his portmanteau strapped behind him, stopped his horse when Adamhad passed him, and turned round to have another long look at thestalwart workman in paper cap, leather breeches, and dark-blue worstedstockings. Adam, unconscious of the admiration he was exciting,

afore two hourstogether passes my cunning. An' now you put me i' mind," continuedMrs. Tulliver, rising and going to the window, "I don't know where sheis now, an' it's pretty nigh tea-time. Ah, I thought so,--wanderin' upan' down by the water, like a wild thing: She'll tumble in some day."Mrs. Tulliver rapped the window sharply, beckoned, and shook herhead,--a process which she repeated more than once before she returnedto her chair. "You talk o' 'cuteness, Mr.

th five brilliants in it. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck, where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck, and she could see that it did, in the pier-glass opposite."There, Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses." Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. "O Dodo, you must keep the cross

o or three large brick-and-stone homesteads, withwell-walled orchards and ornamental weathercocks, standing closeupon the road, and lifting more imposing fronts than the rectory,which peeped from among the trees on the other side of thechurchyard:--a village which showed at once the summits of itssocial life, and told the practised eye that there was no great parkand manor-house in the vicinity, but that there were several chiefsin Raveloe who could farm badly quite at their ease, drawing

Good evening."Adam hastened with long strides, Gyp close to his heels, out of theworkyard, and along the highroad leading away from the village and downto the valley. As he reached the foot of the slope, an elderly horseman,with his portmanteau strapped behind him, stopped his horse when Adamhad passed him, and turned round to have another long look at thestalwart workman in paper cap, leather breeches, and dark-blue worstedstockings. Adam, unconscious of the admiration he was exciting,

afore two hourstogether passes my cunning. An' now you put me i' mind," continuedMrs. Tulliver, rising and going to the window, "I don't know where sheis now, an' it's pretty nigh tea-time. Ah, I thought so,--wanderin' upan' down by the water, like a wild thing: She'll tumble in some day."Mrs. Tulliver rapped the window sharply, beckoned, and shook herhead,--a process which she repeated more than once before she returnedto her chair. "You talk o' 'cuteness, Mr.

th five brilliants in it. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck, where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck, and she could see that it did, in the pier-glass opposite."There, Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses." Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. "O Dodo, you must keep the cross

o or three large brick-and-stone homesteads, withwell-walled orchards and ornamental weathercocks, standing closeupon the road, and lifting more imposing fronts than the rectory,which peeped from among the trees on the other side of thechurchyard:--a village which showed at once the summits of itssocial life, and told the practised eye that there was no great parkand manor-house in the vicinity, but that there were several chiefsin Raveloe who could farm badly quite at their ease, drawing