Middlemarch - 73

by George Eliot in English Fiction Stories

CHAPTER LXXIII. Pity the laden one; this wandering woeMay visit you and me. When Lydgate had allayed Mrs. Bulstrode’s anxiety by telling her that her husband had been seized with faintness at the meeting, but that he trusted soon ...Read Moresee him better and would call again the next day, unless she sent for him earlier, he went directly home, got on his horse, and rode three miles out of the town for the sake of being out of reach. He felt himself becoming violent and unreasonable as if raging under the pain of stings: he was ready to curse Read Less