Far from the Madding Crowd

Far from the Madding Crowd

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When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary s More info →
Hand of Ethelberta, The

Hand of Ethelberta, The

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Young Mrs. Petherwin stepped from the door of an old and well-appointed inn in a Wessex town to take a country walk. More info →
Jude the Obscure

Jude the Obscure

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The schoolmaster was leaving the village, and everybody seemed sorry. More info →
Mayor of Casterbridge

Mayor of Casterbridge

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One evening of late summer, before the nineteenth century had reached one-third of its span, a young man and woman, the latter carrying a child, were approaching the large village of Weydon-Priors, in Upper Wessex, on foot. More info →
Pair of Blue Eyes, A

Pair of Blue Eyes, A

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Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. More info →
Return of the Native, The

Return of the Native, The

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A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. More info →
Tess of the d’Urbervilles

Tess of the d’Urbervilles

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On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore or Blackmoor. More info →
Trumpet-Major, The

Trumpet-Major, The

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In the days of high-waisted and muslim-gowned women, when the vast amount of soldiering going on in the country was a cause of much trembling to the sex, there lived in a village near the Wessex coast two ladies of good report, though unfortunately of lim More info →
Under the Greenwood Tree

Under the Greenwood Tree

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To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. More info →
Woodlanders, The

Woodlanders, The

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The rambler who, for old association's sake, should trace the forsaken coach-road running almost in a meridional line from Bristol to the south shore of England, would find himself during the latter half of his journey in the vicinity of some extensive wo More info →