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CHAPTER XIX Adam on A Working Daylocked

  • George Eliot

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Notwithstanding Mr Craig’s prophecy, the dark-blue cloud dispersed itself without having produced the threatened consequences. “The weather,” as he observed the next morning—“the weather, you see, ’s a ticklish thing, an’ a fool ’ull hit on’t sometimes when a wise man misses; that’s why...

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