Silas marner novel pdf

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In much anxiety he went to seek for help, and soon there were several friends assembled in the house, the minister among them, while Silas went away to his work, wishing he could have met William to know the reason of his non-appearance. In the early years of this century, such a linen-weaver, named Silas Marner, worked at his vocation in a stone cottage that stood among the nutty hedgerows near the village of Raveloe, and not far from the edge of a deserted stone-pit. He seemed to weave, like the spider, from pure impulse, without reflection. Silas frequently took his turn in the night-watching with William, the one relieving the other at two in the morning. His gold, as he hung over it and saw it grow, gathered his power of loving together into a hard isolation like its own.