The Personal Edition of George Eliots' Works (Volume 12); Daniel Deronda (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1901. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... "Mr. Tryan, I hope you 'll excuse me disturbin' on you," said Mr. Jerome; "but I 'd summat partickler to say." "You don't disturb me at all, Mr. Jerome; I 'm very glad to have a visit from you," said Mr. Tryan, shaking him heartily by the hand, and offering him the chintz-covered "easy " chair; "it is some time since I 've had an opportunity of seeing you, except on a Sunday." "Ah, sir your time's so taken up, I 'm well aware o' that; it's not only what you hev to do, but it's goin' about from place to place; an' you don't keep a hoss, Mr. Tryan. You don't take care enough o' yourself -- you don't indeed, an' that's what I come to talk to y' about." "That's very good of you, Mr. Jerome; but I assure you I think walking does me no harm. It is rather a relief to me after speaking or writing. You know I have no great circuit to make. The farthest distance I have to walk is to Milby Church, and if ever I want a horse on a Sunday, I hire Radley's, who lives not many hundred yards from me." "Well, but now the winter 's comin' on, an' you 'll get wet i' your feet, an' Pratt tells me as your constitution's dillicate, as anybody may see, for the matter o' that, wi'out bein' a doctor. An' this iw the light I look at it in, Mr. Tryan: who's to fill up your place, if you was to be disabled, as I may say? Consider what a valyable life yours is. You 've begun a great work i' Milby, and so you might carry it on, if you 'd your health and strength. The more care you take o' yourself, the longer you 'll live, belike, God willing, to do good to your fellow-creaturs." '.' Why, my dear Mr. Jerome, I think I should not be a longlived man in any case; and if I were to take care of myself under the pretext of doing more good, I should very likely die and leave nothing done after all...