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Felix Holt, The Radical

Felix Holt, The Radical is a novel by English author Elizabeth Gaskell, published in 1866. The story is set in the 19th century and delves into the political and social landscape of the era. The protagonist, Felix Holt, is a radical reformer who becomes entangled in various political and personal conflicts. The novel is known for its intricate character development and exploration of themes such as class struggle, political idealism, and the complexities of human relationships. more

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George Eliot
George Eliot

George Eliot, born Mary Ann Evans, was a renowned 19th-century British novelist. Her works are known for their profound psychological insights and critical exploration of social issues. With her unique narrative techniques and rich emotional expression, she has had a profound impact on literature. more

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