Silas Marner
| dc.contributor | Dawson, John |
| dc.contributor.author | Eliot, George |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Baltimore |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:55:21Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:55:21Z |
| dc.date.created | 1861 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-10 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1552 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1552 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1552 |
| dc.description.abstract | SGML-tagged version of Text 46 |
| dc.format.extent | Text data A unspecified offline |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | Silas Marner |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 418190 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<Author>Eliot, George</Author>
<Title>Silas Marner</Title>
<Edition>Q. D. Leavis, ed. Baltimore, Maryland: Peguin Books, 1967</Edition>
<Date>1861</Date>
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<p>In the days when the spinning-wheels hummed busily in the
farmhouses - and even great ladies, clothed in silk and
thread lace, had their toy spinning-wheels of polished oak -
there might be seen in districts far away among the lanes,
or deep in the bosom of the hills, certain pallid undersized
men, who, by the side of the brawny country-folk, looked
like the remnants of a disinherited race. The shepherd's dog
barked fiercely when one of these alien-looking men
appeared on the upland, dark against the early winter sunset;
for what dog likes a figure bent under a heavy bag? -
and these pale men rarely stirred abroad without that
mysterious burden. The shepherd himself, though he had
good reason to believe that the b . . .
