The Last flict
IN the sed week of September, Maggie was again sitting in her lonely room, battling with the old shadowy ehat were for ever slain and rising again. It ast midnight, and the rain was beating heavily against the window, driven with fitful force by the rushing, loud-moaning wind. For, the day after Lucys visit there had been a sudden ge in the weather: the heat and drought had given way to cold variable winds, and heavy falls of rain at intervals; and she had been forbidden to risk the plated journey until the weather should beore settled. In the ties higher up the Floss, the rains had been tinuous, and the pletion of the harvest had been arrested. And now, for the last two days, the rains on this lower course of the river had been incessant, so that the old men had shaken their heads and talked of sixty years ago, when the same sort of weather happening about the equinox, brought on the great floods, which swept the bridge away, and reduced……（内容加载失败！）
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