He
might cure more folks if he would; but he was worth speaking fair,
if it was only to keep him from doing you a mischief.
It was partly to this vague fear that Marner was indebted for
protecting him from the persecution that his singularities might
have drawn upon him, but still more to the fact that, the old
linen-weaver in the neighbouring parish of Tarley being dead, his
handicraft made him a highly welcome settler to the richer
housewives of the district, and even to the more provident
cottagers, who had their little stock of yarn at the year's end; and
their sense of his usefulness would have counteracted any repugnance
or suspicion which was not confirmed by a deficiency in the quality or
the tale of the cloth he wove for them. And the years had rolled on
without producing any change in the impressions of the neighbours
concerning Marner, except the change from novelty to habit. At the end
of fifteen years the Raveloe men said just the same things about Silas
Marner as at the beginning: they did not say them quite so often,
but they believed them much more strongly when they did say them.
There was only one important addition which the years had brought:
it was, that Master Marner had laid by a fine sight of money
somewhere, and that he could buy up 'bigger men' than himself.
But while opinion concerning him had remained nearly stationary,
and his daily habits had presented scarcely any visible change,
Marner's inward life had been a history and a metamorphosis, as that
of every fervid nature must be when it has fled, or been condemned, to
solitude.
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