Middlemarch - 31 by George Eliot in English Fiction Stories PDF

Middlemarch - 31

by George Eliot in English Fiction Stories

CHAPTER XXXI. How will you know the pitch of that great bellToo large for you to stir? Let but a flutePlay ’neath the fine-mixed metal: listen closeTill the right note flows forth, a silvery rill:Then shall the huge bell ...Read Morethe massWith myriad waves concurrent shall respondIn low soft unison. Lydgate that evening spoke to Miss Vincy of Mrs. Casaubon, and laid some emphasis on the strong feeling she appeared to have for that formal studious man thirty years older than herself. “Of course she is devoted to her husband,” said Rosamond, implying a notion of necessary sequence which the Read Less