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“When farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread, till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to mere chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.”

Quote by Thomas Hardy

Book:Far From the Madding Crowd
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Far From the Madding Crowd

This novel follows the romantic entanglements of Bathsheba Everdene, a strong-willed woman living in the English countryside, as she navigates love, marriage, and the complexities of her social environment. more

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Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, a British novelist born on June 2, 1840, and died on January 11, 1928, is renowned for his novels that depict rural life, reflecting the social changes in 19th-century England. His works often carry a sense of pessimism, depicting the fates of characters with sympathy. more

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