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Title: Adam Bede

Author: George Eliot

Release Date: January 21, 2006 [EBook #507]
Last Updated: March 15, 2018

Language: English


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ADAM BEDE


by George Eliot





CONTENTS


Book One

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

Chapter XIV

Chapter XV

Chapter XVI


Book Two

Chapter XVII

Chapter XVIII

Chapter XIX

Chapter XX

Chapter XXI


Book Three

Chapter XXII

Chapter XXIII

Chapter XXIV

Chapter XXV

Chapter XXVI


Book Four

Chapter XXVII

Chapter XXVIII

Chapter XXIX

Chapter XXX

Chapter XXXI

Chapter XXXII

Chapter XXXIII

Chapter XXXIV

Chapter XXXV


Book Five

Chapter XXXVI

Chapter XXXVII

Chapter XXXVIII

Chapter XXXIX

Chapter XL

Chapter XLI

Chapter XLII

Chapter XLIII

Chapter XLIV

Chapter XLV

Chapter XLVI

Chapter XLVII

Chapter XLVIII


Book Six

Chapter XLIX

Chapter L

Chapter LI

Chapter LII

Chapter LIII

Chapter LIV

Chapter LV


Epilogue





Book One





Chapter I The Workshop

With a single drop of ink for a mirror, the Egyptian sorcerer undertakes to reveal to any chance comer far-reaching visions of the past. This is what I undertake to do for you, reader. With this drop of ink at the end of my pen, I will show you the roomy workshop of Mr. Jonathan Burge, carpenter and builder, in the village of Hayslope, as it appeared on the eighteenth of June, in the year of our Lord 1799.

The afternoon sun was warm on the five workmen there, busy upon doors and window-frames and wainscoting. A scent of pine-wood from a tentlike pile of planks outside the open door mingled itself with the scent of the elder-bushes which were spreading their summer snow close to the open window opposite; the slanting sunbeams shone through the transparent shavings that flew before the steady plane, and lit up the fine grain of the oak panelling which stood propped against the wall. On a heap of those soft shavings a rough, grey shepherd dog had made himself a pleasant bed, and was lying with his nose between his fore-paws, occasionally wrinkling his brows to cast a glance at the tallest of the five workmen, who was carving a shield in the centre of a wooden mantelpiece. It was to this workman that the strong barytone belonged which was heard above the sound of plane and hammer singingโ€”

     Awake, my soul, and with the sun
     Thy daily stage of duty run;
     Shake off dull sloth...

Here some measurement was to be taken which required more concentrated attention, and the sonorous voice subsided into a low whistle; but it presently broke out again with renewed vigourโ€”

     Let all thy converse be sincere,
     Thy conscience as the noonday clear.

Such a voice could only come from a broad chest, and the broad chest belonged to a large-boned, muscular man nearly six feet high, with a back so flat and a head so well poised that when he drew himself up to take a more distant survey of his work, he had the air of a soldier standing at ease. The sleeve rolled up above the elbow showed an arm that was likely to win the prize for feats of strength; yet the long supple hand, with its broad finger-tips, looked ready for works of skill. In his tall stalwartness Adam Bede was a Saxon, and justified his name; but the jet-black hair, made the more noticeable by its contrast with the light paper cap, and the keen glance of the dark eyes that shone from under strongly marked, prominent and mobile eyebrows, indicated a mixture of Celtic blood. The face was large and roughly hewn, and when in repose had no other beauty than such as belongs to an expression of good-humoured honest intelligence.

It is clear at a glance that the next workman is Adam's brother. He is nearly as tall; he has the same type of features, the same hue of hair and complexion; but the strength of the family likeness seems only to render more conspicuous the remarkable difference of expression both in form and face. Seth's broad shoulders have a slight stoop; his eyes are grey; his eyebrows have less prominence and more repose than his brother's; and his glance, instead of being keen, is confiding and benign. He has thrown off his paper cap, and you see that his hair is not thick and straight, like Adam's, but thin and wavy, allowing you to discern the exact contour of a coronal arch that predominates very decidedly over the brow.

The idle tramps always felt sure they could get a copper from Seth; they scarcely ever spoke to Adam.

The concert of the tools and Adam's voice was at last broken by Seth, who, lifting the door at which he had been working intently, placed it against the wall, and said, โ€œThere! I've finished my door to-day, anyhow.โ€

The workmen all looked up; Jim Salt, a burly, red-haired man known as Sandy Jim, paused from his planing, and Adam said to Seth, with a sharp glance of surprise, โ€œWhat! Dost think thee'st finished the door?โ€

โ€œAye, sure,โ€ said Seth, with answering surprise; โ€œwhat's awanting to't?โ€

A loud roar of laughter from the other three workmen made Seth look round confusedly. Adam did not join in the laughter, but there was a slight smile on his face as he said, in a gentler tone than before, โ€œWhy, thee'st forgot the panels.โ€

The laughter burst out afresh as Seth clapped his hands to his head, and coloured over brow and crown.

โ€œHoorray!โ€ shouted a small lithe fellow called Wiry Ben, running forward and seizing the door. โ€œWe'll hang up th' door at fur end o' th' shop an' write on't 'Seth Bede, the Methody, his work.' Here, Jim, lend's hould o' th' red pot.โ€

โ€œNonsense!โ€ said Adam. โ€œLet it alone, Ben Cranage. You'll mayhap be making such a slip yourself some day; you'll laugh o' th' other side o' your mouth then.โ€

โ€œCatch me at it, Adam. It'll be a good while afore my head's full o' th' Methodies,โ€ said Ben.

โ€œNay, but it's often full o' drink, and that's worse.โ€

Ben, however, had now got the โ€œred potโ€ in his hand, and was about to begin writing his inscription, making, by way of preliminary, an imaginary S in the air.

โ€œLet it alone, will you?โ€ Adam called out, laying down his tools, striding up to Ben, and seizing his right shoulder. โ€œLet it alone, or I'll shake the soul out o' your body.โ€

Ben shook in Adam's iron grasp, but, like a plucky small man as he was, he didn't mean to give in. With his left hand he snatched the brush from his powerless right, and made a movement as if he would perform the feat of writing with his left. In a moment Adam turned him round, seized his other shoulder, and, pushing him along, pinned him against the wall. But now Seth spoke.

โ€œLet be, Addy, let be. Ben will be joking. Why, he's i' the right to laugh at meโ€”I canna help laughing at myself.โ€

โ€œI shan't loose him till he promises to let the door alone,โ€ said Adam.

โ€œCome, Ben, lad,โ€ said Seth, in a persuasive tone, โ€œdon't let's have a quarrel about it. You know Adam will have his way. You may's well try to turn a waggon in a narrow lane. Say you'll leave the door alone, and make an end on't.โ€

โ€œI binna frighted at Adam,โ€ said Ben, โ€œbut I donna mind sayin' as I'll let 't alone at your askin', Seth.โ€

โ€œCome, that's wise of you, Ben,โ€ said Adam, laughing and relaxing his grasp.

They all returned to their work now; but Wiry Ben, having had the worst in the bodily contest, was bent on retrieving that humiliation by a success in sarcasm.

โ€œWhich was ye thinkin' on, Seth,โ€ he beganโ€”โ€œthe pretty parson's face or her sarmunt, when ye forgot the panels?โ€

โ€œCome and hear her, Ben,โ€ said Seth, good-humouredly; โ€œshe's going to preach on the Green to-night; happen ye'd get something to think on yourself then, instead o' those wicked songs you're so fond on. Ye might get religion, and that 'ud be the best day's earnings y' ever made.โ€

โ€œAll i' good time for that, Seth; I'll think about that when I'm a-goin' to settle i' life; bachelors doesn't want such heavy earnin's. Happen I shall do the coortin' an' the religion both together, as YE do, Seth; but ye wouldna ha' me get converted an' chop in atween ye an' the pretty preacher, an' carry her aff?โ€

โ€œNo fear o' that, Ben; she's neither for you nor for me to win, I doubt. Only you come and hear her, and you won't speak lightly on her again.โ€

โ€œWell, I'm half a mind t' ha' a look at her to-night, if there isn't good company at th' Holly Bush. What'll she take for her text? Happen ye can tell me, Seth, if so be as I shouldna come up i' time for't. Will't beโ€”what come ye out for to see? A prophetess? Yea, I say unto you, and more than a prophetessโ€”a uncommon pretty young woman.โ€

โ€œCome, Ben,โ€ said Adam, rather sternly, โ€œyou let the words o' the Bible alone; you're going too far now.โ€

โ€œWhat! Are YE a-turnin' roun', Adam? I thought ye war dead again th' women preachin', a while agoo?โ€

โ€œNay, I'm not turnin' noway. I said nought about the women preachin'. I said, You let the Bible alone: you've got a jest-book, han't you, as you're rare and proud on? Keep your dirty fingers to that.โ€

โ€œWhy, y' are gettin' as big a saint as Seth. Y' are goin' to th' preachin' to-night, I should think. Ye'll do finely t' lead the singin'. But I don' know what Parson Irwine 'ull say at his gran' favright Adam Bede a-turnin' Methody.โ€

โ€œNever do you bother yourself about me, Ben. I'm not a-going to turn Methodist any more nor you areโ€”though it's like enough you'll turn to something worse. Mester Irwine's got more sense nor to meddle wi' people's doing as they like in religion. That's between themselves and God, as he's said to me many a time.โ€

โ€œAye, aye; but he's none so fond o' your dissenters, for all that.โ€

โ€œMaybe; I'm none so fond o' Josh Tod's thick ale, but I don't hinder you from making a fool o' yourself wi't.โ€

There was a laugh at this thrust of Adam's, but Seth said, very seriously. โ€œNay, nay, Addy, thee mustna say as anybody's religion's like thick ale. Thee

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