Silas Marner

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IN THE DAYS when the spinning wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses-and even great ladies, clothed in silk and thread lace, had their toy spinning wheels of polished oak-there might be seen, in districts far away among the lanes, or deep in the bosom of the hills, certain pallid undersized men who, by the side of the brawny countryfolk, looked like the remnants of a disinherited race.