This good wholesome woman could hardly fail to have her mind drawn strongly towards Silas Marner, now that he appeared in the light of a sufferer; and one Sunday
afternoon she took her little boy Aaron with her, and went to call on Silas, carrying in her hand some small lard-cakes, flat paste-like articles much esteemed in Raveloe.
Afterwards he found that the vague feeling of alarm had spread to the clients of the underground railway, and that the Sunday
excursionists began to return from all over the South-Western "lung"--Barnes, Wimbledon, Richmond Park, Kew, and so forth--at unnaturally early hours; but not a soul had anything more than vague hearsay to tell of.
Old Martin opened the gate as he saw the family procession approaching, and held it wide open, leaning on his stick--pleased to do this bit of work; for, like all old men whose life has been spent in labour, he liked to feel that he was still useful--that there was a better crop of onions in the garden because he was by at the sowing--and that the cows would be milked the better if he stayed at home on a Sunday
afternoon to look on.
It was really touching to hear the melancholy tone in which she said 'On Sunday
I mustn't play with my doll
again- another week past," she thought, recalling that she had been here the Sunday
before, "and always the same life that is no life, and the same surroundings in which it used to be so easy to live.
Even in 1831 Lowick was at peace, not more agitated by Reform than by the solemn tenor of the Sunday
Then she could have defied Davy, and gone to her beloved Sunday
But the following Sunday
found him on a horse himself, across the bay and riding through the Piedmont hills.
Joe being still absent, Martin procured a Sunday
paper and lay down in a shady nook under the trees.
Charley mooned over it for a couple of days; then word was brought to us, as before, that on the next Sunday
Demetrios Contos would repeat his performance.
What I mean is, that you will have to get up early on Sunday
morning, and drive twelve miles to the damp and dismal little village, in which I officiate for a man with a rich wife who likes the climate of Italy.
Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet, and then sit down and learn the Sunday