It was a still afternoon — the golden light was lingering l… - George Eliot

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It was a still afternoon — the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs, only glancing down here and there on the purple pathway and its edge of faintly sprinkled moss: an afternoon in which destiny disguises her cold awful face behind a hazy radiant veil, encloses us in warm downy wings, and poisons us with violet-scented breath.

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George Eliot (born Mary Ann Evans; 22 November 1819 – 22 December 1880) was an English novelist and poet. Despite the strong social customs of her times against such arrangements, she lived unmarried with fellow writer George Henry Lewes‎‎ for over 20 years.

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Birth Name: Mary Anne Evans

Native Name: Mary Ann Evans • Marian Evans

Alternative Names: Mary Anne Evans Cross • Mary Anne Cross • Marian Cross

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