Middlemarch - 79

by George Eliot in English Fiction Stories

CHAPTER LXXIX. “Now, I saw in my dream, that just as they had ended their talk, they drew nigh to a very miry slough, that was in the midst of the plain; and they, being heedless, did both fall ...Read Moreinto the bog. The name of the slough was Despond.”—BUNYAN. When Rosamond was quiet, and Lydgate had left her, hoping that she might soon sleep under the effect of an anodyne, he went into the drawing-room to fetch a book which he had left there, meaning to spend the evening in his work-room, and he saw on the table Dorothea’s Read Less