The Mill on the Floss, Volumul 1William Blackwood, 1860 - 993 pagini Misunderstood Maggie Tulliver is torn. Her rebellious and passionate nature demands expression, while her provincial kin and community expect self-denial. Based closely on the author's own life, Maggie's story explores the conflicts of love and loyalty and the friction between desire and moral responsibility. Written in 1860, "The Mill on the Floss" was published to instant popularity. An accurate, evocative depiction of English rural life, this compelling narrative features a vivid and realistic cast, headed by one of 19th-century literature's most appealing characters. Required reading for most students, it ranks prominently among the great Victorian novels. |
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Pagina 56 - Well, I should get a gun and shoot him." " But if you hadn't got a gun — we might have gone out, you know, not thinking, just as we go fishing ; and then a great lion might run towards us roaring, and we couldn't get away from him.
Pagina 43 - I've got such a child—they'll think I've done summat wicked.
Pagina 202 - I don't want to wear a bonnet," she said; "I'd rather wear a red handkerchief, like yours" (looking at her friend by her side). "My hair was quite long till yesterday, when I cut it off; but I dare say it will grow again very soon," she added apologetically, thinking it probable the gypsies had a strong prejudice in favor of long hair.
Pagina 121 - said aunt Glegg, in her loudest, severest tone of reproof. " Little gells as cut their own hair should be whipped and fed on bread and water — not come and sit down with their aunts and uncles."
Pagina 54 - Maggie's heart sank a little, because Tom always said it was "no good" playing with her at those games — she played so badly. "Marls! no; I've swopped all my marls with the little fellows, and cobnuts are no fun, you silly, only when the nuts are green. But see here !" He drew something half out of his righthand pocket. "What is it?" said Maggie, in a whisper. "I can see nothing but a bit of yellow." "Why, it's ... a ... new . . . guess, Maggie." "Oh, I can't guess, Tom,
Pagina 114 - You'll catch it, you know," said Tom, nodding his head in an admonitory manner, and hesitating a little as he took the scissors. "Never mind—make haste!
Pagina 69 - ... We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, - if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass - the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows - the same redbreasts that we used to call "God's birds," because they did no harm to the precious crops.
Pagina 79 - Oh, you greedy thing!" said Tom, when she had swallowed the last morsel. He was conscious of having acted very fairly, and thought she ought to have considered this, and made up to him for it. He would have refused a bit of hers beforehand, but one is naturally at a different point of view before and after one's own share of puff is swallowed. Maggie turned quite pale. "Oh, Tom, why didn't you ask me?" "I wasn't going to ask you for a bit, you greedy. You might have thought of it without, when you...
Pagina 55 - ... two new uns, - one for you, Maggie, all to yourself. I wouldn't go halves in the toffee and gingerbread on purpose to save the money; and Gibson and Spouncer fought with me because I wouldn't. And here's hooks; see here - I say, won't we go and fish to-morrow down by the Round Pool? And you shall catch your own fish, Maggie and put the worms on, and everything; won't it be fun?
Pagina 209 - No, thank you," said Maggie, summoning all her force for a desperate effort, and trying to smile in a friendly way. "I haven't time, I think; it seems getting darker. I think I must go home now, and come again another day, and then I can bring you a basket with some jam-tarts and things.