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The Works of Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontė (11)
The Works of Charlotte Emily and Anne Bront - 11 Author:Charlotte Brontė Volume: 11 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1893 Original Publisher: J.M. Dent and company Subjects: English literature Literary Collections / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Literary Collections / Essays Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh ... more » Literary Criticism / Medieval Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: Chapter fmj. SIX weeks had passed away. It was a splendid morning about the close of June. Most of the hay was cut, but the last week had been very unfavourable; and now that fine weather was come at last, being determined to make the most of it, I had gathered all hands together into the hayfield, and was working away myself, in the midst of them, in my shirtsleeves, with a light, shady straw hat on my head, catching up armfuls of moist, reeking grass, and shaking it out to the four winds of heaven, at the head of a goodly file of servants and hirelings -- intending so to labour, from morning to night, with as much zeal and assiduity as I could look for from any of them, as well to prosper the work by my own exertion as to animate the workers by my example -- when lo! my resolutions were overthrown in a moment, by the simple fact of my brother's running up to me and putting into my hand a small parcel, just arrived from London, which I had been for some time expecting. I tore off the cover, and disclosed an elegant and portable edition of " Marmion." " I guess I know who that's for," said Fergus, who stood looking on while I complacently examined the volume. " That's for Miss Eliza, now." He pronounced this with a tone and look so prodigiously knowing, that I was glad to contradict him. " You're wrong, my la...« less