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CHAPTER XLI The Eve of the Triallocked

  • George Eliot


An upper room in a dull Stoniton street, with two beds in it—one laid on the floor. It is ten o’clock on Thursday night, and the dark wall opposite the window shuts out the moonlight that might have struggled with the light of the...

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