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last, if it doesn't fly away, 
nobody knows where, like the white frost. And you'll excuse me being 
that free with you, Master Marner, for I wish you well—I do. Make your 
bow, Aaron." 
Silas said "Good-bye, and thank you kindly," as he opened the door for 
Dolly, but he couldn't help feeling relieved when she was gone—relieved 
that he might weave again and moan at his ease. Her simple view of life 
and its comforts, by which she had tried to cheer him, was only like a 
report of unknown objects, which his imagination could not fashion. The 
fountains of human love and of faith in a divine love had not yet been 
unlocked, and his soul was still the shrunken rivulet, with only this 
difference, that its little groove of sand was blocked up, and it wandered 
confusedly against dark obstruction. 
And so, notwithstanding the honest persuasions of Mr. Macey and Dolly 
Winthrop, Silas spent his Christmas-day in loneliness, eating his meat in 
sadness of heart, though the meat had come to him as a neighbourly 
present. In the morning he looked out on the black frost that seemed to 
press cruelly on every blade of grass, while the half-icy red pool shivered 
under the bitter wind; but towards evening the snow began to fall, and 
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curtained from him even that dreary outlook, shutting him close up with 
his narrow grief. And he sat in his robbed home through the livelong 
evening, not caring to close his shutters or lock his door, pressing his 
head between his hands and moaning, till the cold grasped him and told 
him that his fire was grey. 
Nobody in this world but himself knew that he was the same Silas 
Marner who had once loved his fellow with tender love, and trusted in an 
unseen goodness. Even to himself that past experience had become dim. 
But in Raveloe village the bells rang merrily, and the church was fuller 
than all through the rest of the year, with red faces among the abundant 
dark-green boughs—faces prepared for a longer service than usual by an 
odorous breakfast of toast and ale. Those green boughs, the hymn and 
anthem never heard but at Christmas—even the Athanasian Creed, 
which was discriminated from the others only as being longer and of 
exceptional virtue, since it was only read on rare occasions—brought a 
vague exulting sense, for which the grown men could as little have found 
words as the children, that something great and mysterious had been 
done for them in heaven above and in earth below, which they were 
appropriating by their presence. And then the red faces made their way 
through the black biting frost to their own homes, feeling themselves free 
for the rest of the day to eat, drink, and be merry, and using that 
Christian freedom without diffidence. 
At Squire Cass's family party that day nobody mentioned Dunstan—
nobody was sorry for his absence, or feared it would be too long. The 
doctor and his wife, uncle and aunt Kimble, were there, and the annual 
Christmas talk was carried through without any omissions, rising to the 
climax of Mr. Kimble's experience when he walked the London hospitals 
thirty years back, together with striking professional anecdotes then 
gathered. Whereupon cards followed, with aunt Kimble's annual failure 
to follow suit, and uncle Kimble's irascibility concerning the odd trick 
which was rarely explicable to him, when it was not on his side, without a 
general visitation of tricks to see that they were formed on sound 
principles: the whole being accompanied by a strong steaming odour of 
spirits-and-water. 
But the party on Christmas-day, being a strictly family party, was not the 
pre-eminently brilliant celebration of the season at the Red House. It 
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was the great dance on New Year's Eve that made the glory of Squire 
Cass's hospitality, as of his forefathers', time out of mind. This was the 
occasion when all the society of Raveloe and Tarley, whether old 
acquaintances separated by long rutty distances, or cooled acquaintances 
separated by misunderstandings concerning runaway calves, or 
acquaintances founded on intermittent condescension, counted on 
meeting and on comporting themselves with mutual appropriateness. 
This was the occasion on which fair dames who came on pillions sent 
their bandboxes before them, supplied with more than their evening 
costume; for the feast was not to end with a single evening, like a paltry 
town entertainment, where the whole supply of eatables is put on the 
table at once, and bedding is scanty. The Red House was provisioned as 
if for a siege; and as for the spare feather-beds ready to be laid on floors, 
they were as plentiful as might naturally be expected in a family that had 
killed its own geese for many generations. 
Godfrey Cass was looking forward to this New Year's Eve with a foolish 
reckless longing, that made him half deaf to his importunate companion, 
Anxiety. 
"Dunsey will be coming home soon: there will be a great blow-up, and 
how will you bribe his spite to silence?" said Anxiety. 
"Oh, he won't come home before New Year's Eve, perhaps," said 
Godfrey; "and I shall sit by Nancy then, and dance with her, and get a 
kind look from her in spite of herself." 
"But money is wanted in another quarter," said Anxiety, in a louder 
voice, "and how will you get it without selling your mother's diamond 
pin? And if you don't get it...?" 
"Well, but something may happen to make things easier. At any rate, 
there's one pleasure for me close at hand: Nancy is coming." 
"Yes, and suppose your father should bring matters to a pass that will 
oblige you to decline marrying her—and to give your reasons?" 
"Hold your tongue, and don't worry me. I can see Nancy's eyes, just as 
they will look at me, and feel her hand in mine already." 
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But Anxiety went on, though in noisy Christmas company; refusing to be 
utterly quieted even by much drinking. 
 
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CHAPTER 11 
 
Some women, I grant, would not appear to advantage seated on a pillion, 
and attired in a drab joseph and a drab beaver-bonnet, with a crown 
resembling a small stew-pan; for a garment suggesting a coachman's 
greatcoat, cut out under an exiguity of cloth that would only allow of 
miniature capes, is not well adapted to conceal deficiencies of contour, 
nor is drab a colour that will throw sallow cheeks into lively contrast. It 
was all the greater triumph to Miss Nancy Lammeter's beauty that she 
looked thoroughly bewitching in that costume, as, seated on the pillion 
behind her tall, erect father, she held one arm round him, and looked 
down, with open-eyed anxiety, at the treacherous snow-covered pools 
and puddles, which sent up formidable splashings of mud under the 
stamp of Dobbin's foot. A painter would, perhaps, have preferred her in 
those moments when she was free from self-consciousness; but certainly 
the bloom on her cheeks was at its highest point of contrast with the 
surrounding drab when she arrived at the door of the Red House, and 
saw Mr. Godfrey Cass ready to lift her from the pillion. She wished her 
sister Priscilla had come up at the same time behind the servant, for then 
she would have contrived that Mr. Godfrey should have lifted off Priscilla 
first, and, in the meantime, she would have persuaded her father to go 
round to the horse-block instead of alighting at the door-steps. It was 
very painful, when you had made it quite clear to a young man that you 
were determined not to marry him, however much he might wish it, that 
he would still continue to pay you marked attentions; besides, why didn't 
he always show the same attentions, if he meant them sincerely, instead 
of being so strange as Mr. Godfrey Cass was, sometimes behaving as if he 
didn't want to speak to her, and taking no notice of her for weeks and 
weeks, and then, all on a sudden, almost making love again? Moreover, it 
was quite plain he had no real love for her, else he would not let people 
have that to say of him which they did say. Did he suppose that Miss 
Nancy Lammeter was to be won by any man, squire or no squire, who led 
a bad life? That was not what she had been used to see in her own father, 
who was the soberest and best man in that country-side, only a little hot 
and hasty now and then, if things were not done to the minute. 
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All these thoughts rushed through Miss Nancy's mind, in their habitual 
succession, in the moments between her first sight of Mr. Godfrey Cass 
standing at the door and her own arrival there. Happily, the Squire came 
out too and gave a loud greeting to her father, so that, somehow, under 
cover of this noise she seemed to find concealment for her confusion and 
neglect of any suitably formal behaviour, while she was being lifted from 
the pillion by strong arms which seemed to find her ridiculously small 
and light. And there was the best reason for hastening into the house at 
once, since the snow was beginning to fall again, threatening an 
unpleasant journey for such guests as were still on the ro

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