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Middlemarch by George Eliot Book 1 Chapter 1 Miss Brooke Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Her hand and wrist were so finely formed she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters.
And her profile,
As well as her stature and bearing,
Seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments,
Which,
By the side of provincial fashion,
Gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible,
Or from one of our elder poets,
In a paragraph of today's newspaper.
She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever,
But with the addition that her sister Celia had more common sense.
Nevertheless,
Celia wore scarcely more trimmings,
And it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements,
For Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions,
In most of which her sister shared.
The pride of being ladies had something to do with it.
The Brooke connections,
Though not exactly aristocratic,
Were unquestionably good.
If you inquired backward for a generation or two,
You would not find any yard measuring or parcel tying forefathers,
Anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman,
And there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell,
But afterwards conformed and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate.
Young women of such birth,
Living in a quiet country house and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlour,
Naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter.
Then there was well-bred economy,
Which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from,
Where any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank.
Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress,
Quite apart from religious feeling,
But in Miss Brooke's case religion alone would have determined it,
And Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments,
Only infusing them with that common sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation.
Dorothy anew many passages of Pascal's Pensée and of Jeremy Taylor by heart,
And to her the destinies of mankind,
Seen by the light of Christianity,
Made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam.
She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving external consequences with a keen interest in gwimp and artificial protrusions of drapery.
Her mind was theoretic,
And yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there.
She was enamoured of intensity and greatness,
And rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects,
Likely to seek martyrdom,
To make retractions and then to incur martyrdom after all in a quarter where she had not sought it.
Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot and hinder it from being decided according to custom by good looks,
Vanity and merely canine affection.
With all this she,
The elder of the sisters,
Was not yet twenty,
And they had both been educated since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents on plans at once narrow and promiscuous,
First in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family in Lausanne,
Their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition.
It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle,
A man nearly sixty,
Of acquiescent temper,
Miscellaneous opinions and uncertain vote.
He had travelled in his younger years and was held in this part of the country to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind.
Mr.
Brooke's conclusions were as difficult to predict as the weather.
It was only safe to say he would act with benevolent intentions and he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out,
For the most gluttonously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit,
And a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box,
Concerning which he was watchful,
Suspicious and greedy of clutch.
In Mr.
Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance,
But his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues,
Turning sometimes into impatient of her uncle's talk or his way of letting things be on his estate,
And making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes.
Dorothea was regarded as an heiress,
For not only had the sisters seven hundred a year reach from their parents,
But if Dorothea married and had a son,
That son would inherit Mr.
Brooke's estate,
Presumably worth about three thousand a year,
A rental which seemed well to provincial families,
Still discussing Mr.
Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question,
Innocent of future goldfields,
And of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life.
And how should Dorothea not marry,
A girl so handsome and with such prospects?
Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes,
And her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer,
Or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.
A young lady of some birth and fortune,
Who knelt suddenly down on a brick floor by the side of a sick labourer,
And prayed fervidly as if she thought herself living in the time of the apostles,
Who had strange whims of fasting like a papist,
And of sitting up at night to read old theological books.
Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income,
Which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of subtle horses.
A man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship.
Women were expected to have weak opinions,
But the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was that opinions were not acted on.
Sane people did what their neighbours did,
So that if any lunatics were at large,
One might know and avoid them.
The rural opinion about the new young ladies,
Even among the cottagers,
Was generally in favour of Celia,
As being so amiable and innocent-looking,
While Miss Brooke's large eye seemed,
Like her religion,
Too unusual and striking.
Poor Dorothea!
Compared with her,
The innocent-looking Celia was knowing and worldly-wise.
So much subtler is a human mind than the outside tissues which make a sort of blazonary or clock face for it.
Yet those who approached Dorothea,
Though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay,
Found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it.
Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback.
She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country,
And when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure,
She looked very little like a devotee.
Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms.
She felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan,
Sensuous way,
And always looked forward to renouncing it.
She was open,
Ardent,
And not in the least self-admiring.
Indeed,
It was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own.
And if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange for some other motive than of seeing Mr.
Brooke,
Dorothea concluded he must be in love with her sister.
