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 excited welcome that was awaiting 
them from a knowing brown terrier, who, after dancing at their legs in a 
hysterical manner, rushed with a worrying noise at a tortoise-shell kitten 
under the loom, and then rushed back with a sharp bark again, as much 
as to say, "I have done my duty by this feeble creature, you perceive"; 
while the lady-mother of the kitten sat sunning her white bosom in the 
window, and looked round with a sleepy air of expecting caresses, 
though she was not going to take any trouble for them. 
The presence of this happy animal life was not the only change which 
had come over the interior of the stone cottage. There was no bed now in 
the living-room, and the small space was well filled with decent 
furniture, all bright and clean enough to satisfy Dolly Winthrop's eye. 
The oaken table and three-cornered oaken chair were hardly what was 
likely to be seen in so poor a cottage: they had come, with the beds and 
other things, from the Red House; for Mr. Godfrey Cass, as every one 
said in the village, did very kindly by the weaver; and it was nothing but 
right a man should be looked on and helped by those who could afford it, 
when he had brought up an orphan child, and been father and mother to 
her—and had lost his money too, so as he had nothing but what he 
worked for week by week, and when the weaving was going down too—
for there was less and less flax spun—and Master Marner was none so 
young. Nobody was jealous of the weaver, for he was regarded as an 
exceptional person, whose claims on neighbourly help were not to be 
matched in Raveloe. Any superstition that remained concerning him had 
taken an entirely new colour; and Mr. Macey, now a very feeble old man 
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of fourscore and six, never seen except in his chimney-corner or sitting 
in the sunshine at his door-sill, was of opinion that when a man had 
done what Silas had done by an orphan child, it was a sign that his 
money would come to light again, or leastwise that the robber would be 
made to answer for it—for, as Mr. Macey observed of himself, his 
faculties were as strong as ever. 
Silas sat down now and watched Eppie with a satisfied gaze as she spread 
the clean cloth, and set on it the potato-pie, warmed up slowly in a safe 
Sunday fashion, by being put into a dry pot over a slowly-dying fire, as 
the best substitute for an oven. For Silas would not consent to have a 
grate and oven added to his conveniences: he loved the old brick hearth 
as he had loved his brown pot—and was it not there when he had found 
Eppie? The gods of the hearth exist for us still; and let all new faith be 
tolerant of that fetishism, lest it bruise its own roots. 
Silas ate his dinner more silently than usual, soon laying down his knife 
and fork, and watching half-abstractedly Eppie's play with Snap and the 
cat, by which her own dining was made rather a lengthy business. Yet it 
was a sight that might well arrest wandering thoughts: Eppie, with the 
rippling radiance of her hair and the whiteness of her rounded chin and 
throat set off by the dark-blue cotton gown, laughing merrily as the 
kitten held on with her four claws to one shoulder, like a design for a jug-
handle, while Snap on the right hand and Puss on the other put up their 
paws towards a morsel which she held out of the reach of both—Snap 
occasionally desisting in order to remonstrate with the cat by a cogent 
worrying growl on the greediness and futility of her conduct; till Eppie 
relented, caressed them both, and divided the morsel between them. 
But at last Eppie, glancing at the clock, checked the play, and said, "O 
daddy, you're wanting to go into the sunshine to smoke your pipe. But I 
must clear away first, so as the house may be tidy when godmother 
comes. I'll make haste—I won't be long." 
Silas had taken to smoking a pipe daily during the last two years, having 
been strongly urged to it by the sages of Raveloe, as a practice "good for 
the fits"; and this advice was sanctioned by Dr. Kimble, on the ground 
that it was as well to try what could do no harm—a principle which was 
made to answer for a great deal of work in that gentleman's medical 
practice. Silas did not highly enjoy smoking, and often wondered how his 
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neighbours could be so fond of it; but a humble sort of acquiescence in 
what was held to be good, had become a strong habit of that new self 
which had been developed in him since he had found Eppie on his 
hearth: it had been the only clew his bewildered mind could hold by in 
cherishing this young life that had been sent to him out of the darkness 
into which his gold had departed. By seeking what was needful for Eppie, 
by sharing the effect that everything produced on her, he had himself 
come to appropriate the forms of custom and belief which were the 
mould of Raveloe life; and as, with reawakening sensibilities, memory 
also reawakened, he had begun to ponder over the elements of his old 
faith, and blend them with his new impressions, till he recovered a 
consciousness of unity between his past and present. The sense of 
presiding goodness and the human trust which come with all pure peace 
and joy, had given him a dim impression that there had been some error, 
some mistake, which had thrown that dark shadow over the days of his 
best years; and as it grew more and more easy to him to open his mind to 
Dolly Winthrop, he gradually communicated to her all he could describe 
of his early life. The communication was necessarily a slow and difficult 
process, for Silas's meagre power of explanation was not aided by any 
readiness of interpretation in Dolly, whose narrow outward experience 
gave her no key to strange customs, and made every novelty a source of 
wonder that arrested them at every step of the narrative. It was only by 
fragments, and at intervals which left Dolly time to revolve what she had 
heard till it acquired some familiarity for her, that Silas at last arrived at 
the climax of the sad story—the drawing of lots, and its false testimony 
concerning him; and this had to be repeated in several interviews, under 
new questions on her part as to the nature of this plan for detecting the 
guilty and clearing the innocent. 
"And yourn's the same Bible, you're sure o' that, Master Marner—the 
Bible as you brought wi' you from that country—it's the same as what 
they've got at church, and what Eppie's a-learning to read in?" 
"Yes," said Silas, "every bit the same; and there's drawing o' lots in the 
Bible, mind you," he added in a lower tone. 
"Oh, dear, dear," said Dolly in a grieved voice, as if she were hearing an 
unfavourable report of a sick man's case. She was silent for some 
minutes; at last she said— 
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"There's wise folks, happen, as know how it all is; the parson knows, I'll 
be bound; but it takes big words to tell them things, and such as poor 
folks can't make much out on. I can never rightly know the meaning o' 
what I hear at church, only a bit here and there, but I know it's good 
words—I do. But what lies upo' your mind—it's this, Master Marner: as, 
if Them above had done the right thing by you, They'd never ha' let you 
be turned out for a wicked thief when you was innicent." 
"Ah!" said Silas, who had now come to understand Dolly's phraseology, 
"that was what fell on me like as if it had been red-hot iron; because, you 
see, there was nobody as cared for me or clave to me above nor below. 
And him as I'd gone out and in wi' for ten year and more, since when we 
was lads and went halves—mine own familiar friend in whom I trusted, 
had lifted up his heel again' me, and worked to ruin me." 
"Eh, but he was a bad un—I can't think as there's another such," said 
Dolly. "But I'm o'ercome, Master Marner; I'm like as if I'd waked and 
didn't know whether it was night or morning. I feel somehow as sure as I 
do when I've laid something up though I can't justly put my hand on it, 
as there was a rights in what happened to you, if one could but make it 
out; and you'd no call to lose heart as you did. But we'll talk on it again; 
for sometimes things come into my head when I'm leeching or 
poulticing, or such, as I could never think on when I was sitting still." 
Dolly was too useful a woman not to have many opportunities of 
illumination of the kind she alluded to, and she was not long before she 
recurred to the subject. 
"Master Marner," she said, one day that she came to bring home Eppie's 
washing, "I've been sore puzzled for a good bit wi' that trouble o' yourn 
and the drawing o' lots; and it got twisted back'ards and for'ards, as I 
didn't know which end to lay hold on. But it come to me all clear like, 
that night when I was sitting up wi' poor Bessy Fawkes, as is dead and 
left her children behind, God help 'em—it come to me as clear as 
daylight; but whether I've got hold on it now, or can anyways bring it to 
my tongue's end, that I don't know. For I've often a deal inside me as'll 
never come out; and

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