They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.

Sunrise offered a very beautiful spectacle; the water was quite unruffled, but the motion communicated by the tides was so great that, although there was not a breath of air stirring, the sea heaved slowly with a grand and majestic motion.

As it was a small town and a bored town and a hopeful town, kids talked and rumors started.

In every parting there is an image of death.

Written By George Eliot

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