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Silas Marner

“Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe” is a dramatic novel by George Eliot, her most sophisticated treatments of her attitude to religion.
Silas Marner is a member of a small Calvinist congregation in Lantern Yard, a slum street in an unnamed city in Northern England. He is falsely accused of stealing the congregation's funds and is cast out of Lantern Yard by his treacherous friend William.
Marner heads south to the Midlands and settles near the village of Raveloe, where he lives as a recluse, existing only for work and the gold he has hoarded from his earnings.
He accumulates a small fortune only to have it stolen. Despite these misfortunes, he finds his faith and virtue restored.
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    It's slow starting out but the last few chapters are amazing

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    Kept me going enjoyed the twists and turns. Never once thought the thief was dead

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    end quite hidden by countless days of weaving
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    spread them out in heaps and bathed his hands in them; then he counted them and set them up in regular piles, and felt their rounded outline between his thumb and fingers, and thought fondly of the guineas that were only half-earned by the work in his loom, as if they had been unborn children – thought of the guineas that were coming slowly through the coming years, through all his life, which spread far away before him, the
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    seemed to him that the Power he had vainly trusted in among the streets and at the prayer-meetings, was very far away from this land in which he had taken refuge, where men lived in careless abundance, knowing and needing nothing of that trust, which, for him, had been turned to bitterness

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