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El senor Silas Marner, un bondadoso tejedor, es acusado de un robo abyecto cometido por su mejor amigo, lo que le obliga a exiliarse de su comunidad. Se instala en Raveloe, un pueblo apartado, en donde se convierte en un solitario y hurano avariento cuya existencia se reduce al trabajo en el telar y a acumular un tesoro en monedas de oro y plata.Dos sucesos inesperados cambiaran su amarga monotonia: el robo de su dinero y la subita aparicion en su casa de una nina huerfana. El destino de ambos se vera ligado al de GodfreyCass, el hijo del terrateniente local, quien, al igual que SilasMarner,...
El senor Silas Marner, un bondadoso tejedor, es acusado de un robo abyecto cometido por su mejor amigo, lo que le obliga a exiliarse de su comunidad. ...
Among the many fatalities attending the bloom of young desire, that of blindly taking to the confectionery line has not, perhaps, been sufficiently considered. How is the son of a British yeoman, who has been fed principally on salt pork and yeast dumplings, to know that there is satiety for the human stomach even in a paradise of glass jars full of sugared almonds and pink lozenges, and that the tedium of life can reach a pitch where plum-buns at discretion cease to offer the slightest excitement?
Among the many fatalities attending the bloom of young desire, that of blindly taking to the confectionery line has not, perhaps, been sufficiently co...
Five-and-thirty years ago the glory had not yet departed from the old coach roads: the great roadside inns were still brilliant with well-polished tankards, the smiling glances of pretty barmaids, and the repartees of jocose hostlers; the mail still announced itself by the merry notes of the horn; the hedge-cutter or the rick-thatcher might still know the exact hour by the unfailing yet otherwise meteoric apparition of the pea-green Tally-ho or the yellow Independent; and elderly gentlemen in pony-chaises, quartering nervously to make way for the rolling, swinging swiftness, had not ceased to...
Five-and-thirty years ago the glory had not yet departed from the old coach roads: the great roadside inns were still brilliant with well-polished tan...