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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 635 pages of information about Adam Bede.

And perhaps there is no time in a summer’s day more cheering than when the warmth of the sun is just beginning to triumph over the freshness of the morning—­when there is just a lingering hint of early coolness to keep off languor under the delicious influence of warmth.  The reason Adam was walking along the lanes at this time was because his work for the rest of the day lay at a country-house about three miles off, which was being put in repair for the son of a neighbouring squire; and he had been busy since early morning with the packing of panels, doors, and chimney-pieces, in a waggon which was now gone on before him, while Jonathan Burge himself had ridden to the spot on horseback, to await its arrival and direct the workmen.

This little walk was a rest to Adam, and he was unconsciously under the charm of the moment.  It was summer morning in his heart, and he saw Hetty in the sunshine—­a sunshine without glare, with slanting rays that tremble between the delicate shadows of the leaves.  He thought, yesterday when he put out his hand to her as they came out of church, that there was a touch of melancholy kindness in her face, such as he had not seen before, and he took it as a sign that she had some sympathy with his family trouble.  Poor fellow!  That touch of melancholy came from quite another source, but how was he to know?  We look at the one little woman’s face we love as we look at the face of our mother earth, and see all sorts of answers to our own yearnings.  It was impossible for Adam not to feel that what had happened in the last week had brought the prospect of marriage nearer to him.  Hitherto he had felt keenly the danger that some other man might step in and get possession of Hetty’s heart and hand, while he himself was still in a position that made him shrink from asking her to accept him.  Even if he had had a strong hope that she was fond of him—­and his hope was far from being strong—­he had been too heavily burdened with other claims to provide a home for himself and Hetty—­a home such as he could expect her to be content with after the comfort and plenty of the Farm.  Like all strong natures, Adam had confidence in his ability to achieve something in the future; he felt sure he should some day, if he lived, be able to maintain a family and make a good broad path for himself; but he had too cool a head not to estimate to the full the obstacles that were to be overcome.  And the time would be so long!  And there was Hetty, like a bright-cheeked apple hanging over the orchard wall, within sight of everybody, and everybody must long for her!  To be sure, if she loved him very much, she would be content to wait for him:  but did she love him?  His hopes had never risen so high that he had dared to ask her.  He was clear-sighted enough to be aware that her uncle and aunt would have looked kindly on his suit, and indeed, without this encouragement he would never have persevered in going to the Farm; but it was impossible to come to any but fluctuating conclusions about Hetty’s feelings.  She was like a kitten, and had the same distractingly pretty looks, that meant nothing, for everybody that came near her.

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