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“A pretty building I'm making, without either bricks or timber. I'm up i' the garret a'ready, and haven't so much as dug the foundation.”

Quote by George Eliot

Book:Adam Bede
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Adam Bede

Adam Bede is a classic novel by George Eliot, published in 1859. The story unfolds in the fictional village of Highbury, offering a detailed portrayal of the social and moral fabric of rural England during the Victorian era. The narrative centers on the lives of Adam Bede, a simple and honest carpenter, and his romantic involvement with Hetty Sorrel, a young woman with a complex character. The novel explores themes of social class, morality, and the consequences of human actions, providing a rich tapestry of the era's rural life. 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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