George Eliot: Middlemarch

BOOK V. THE DEAD HAND. 47. CHAPTER XLVII. (continued)

It was impossible for him to follow them, and he could only walk back sadly at mid-day along the same road which he had trodden hopefully in the morning. The lights were all changed for him both without and within.

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