The resolution that gathered in her mind, after Tom and Lucy had walked away, was not so simple as that of going home. No! she would run away and go to the gypsies, and Tom would never see her anymore.
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She was getting out of reach very fast, and she would probably soon come within sight of Dunlow common. It was not without a leaping of the heart that she caught sight of...
- Two shabby-looking men with flushed faces, one of them carrying a bundle on a stick.
- A highwayman with a pistol.
- A small pair of legs sticking up, feet uppermost, by the side of a hillock.
- A blinking dwarf in yellow with a mouth from ear to ear.
- Apollyon, the foul fiend from the Valley of Humiliation.
- The diabolical blacksmith in his leather apron grinning at her with arms akimbo.
At the next bend of the lane, Maggie actually saw the little semicircular black tent with the blue smoke rising before it, which was to be her refuge from all the blighting obloquy that had pursued her in civilised life.
Every single word of this post except these ones have been taken from George Elliot's The Mill on the Floss (1869) and belong only to her and to her only.
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