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“There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer—committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.”

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Book:Felix Holt: The Radical
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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 1830s and follows Felix Holt, a young man who becomes deeply involved in the Chartist movement, advocating for political reform and social justice. The novel delves into the complexities of Victorian society, examining the lives of the working class and the challenges they face. Gaskell's narrative provides a nuanced portrayal of political activism and its impact on individuals and communities. 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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