George Elliot Novels & Stories

She had expected Astrid to give her up for another person she considered important, as Patrick had done, but the woman hadn’t. Violet sat down. She was profoundly moved, and words could not describe it. She said softly, "Thank you, George." George nodded silently, unable to express much. He felt guilty about the trouble Ella had caused Violet. "Ella... She's been spoiled since she was young. That's why she's so stubborn and overbearing. But she has a lovely personality," he said, determined to believe in Ella. "One day, she'll come around." "I know," Violet replied. She understood George's love for his daughter, and avoid saying anything that would distress him.

“We have never been introduced.” “Haven’t we?” There was something in his tone—a warmth, a hint of challenge—that made her pulse quicken. “I’ve observed you, Miss Ellwood. Yesterday in the library annex, you spent three hours reading Burton’s ‘Anatomy of Melancholy’ when all the other young ladies were practicing their dancing. At the ball last night, you were the only woman who did not feign interest in Lord Pembroke’s tedious hunting stories—you actually engaged him on the ethics of the sport.”

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧. - 𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩.

Anaj stared at her, worried about what kind of fun she was talking about. Elizabeth smiled and began telling Anaj about what happened last night. Right from the moment she entered the ball, met the General and ended up in his bed. She knew that her caretaker would be so mad at how careless she was. But who could blame her? It was an adventure for Elizabeth.

Maybe they could also focus on custom-made perfumes. “What?” Lily was confused. “Do you know who just called?” George clasped his hands and continued, "I don’t know if you’ve heard of the name of the actress who had previously won the Best Actress award, Eloise Neville. She was a superstar before getting married into the Tanner family.” Lily was surprised before admitting, “Yes, I’ve heard of her.” Not only had she heard of Eloise, Lily even knew about her relationship with Nathaniel, but…why was she calling them?

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened:

“Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?” “They are male pseudonyms used by female authors” “I am truly impressed, at least one person takes my classes seriously” I smiled and he went back to the chalk board writing whilst explaining. That feeling of being watched was much stronger now and this time i looked in that direction immediately locking eyes with Kai. I quickly looked away and cleared my throat why is he looking at me? His probably thinking of ways to tyrannise me. I looked back again and he was smirking at me. It’s going to be a long day!!!

I honestly think I misunderstood his actions, maybe he is just a person who touches people a lot or looks them in their eyes when he talks. But Elizabeth doesn’t like him at all and I didn’t argue with her because she is crazy. I mean I love her but she is crazy and high on baby hormones. Finally I was alone with my thoughts, which is actually not a good thing, now that I think of it. Nathan once said that Elizabeth is the kind of girl you simply can’t forget, you can try but you can never forget what her love felt like. I guess I am not that girl. I can’t ever imagine being that girl a guy would go an extra mile for, the girl that he just can’t get out of his head no matter how hard he trie

A Star! I've always been waiting for this day, this moment that I almost gave up on. "The winner of the Miss Wolf World International, Ellie George". Those words! Those sentences made me. The words re-echoed to my ears. The greatest moment of my life! A day I will never forget. The unforgettable moment! I felt on top of the world. I fulfilled my parents' dream, my dream. I didn't disappoint them nor did I disappoint myself. An ordinary Ellie George has become a lady single wealthy suitors are rooting for.

As I made my way back to the dining room, I caught snippets of hushed whispers drifting from the table. "What does she mean by depending on you and the cook? Do you live together?" Mrs. Elizabeth's voice carried a note of suspicion as she interrogated George. "Yes, we do," George replied calmly, his tone unwavering. "I have a feeling this girl is just a penniless opportunist with expensive tastes. She might even be a con artist. There's something about her that doesn't add up. She's probably lying about her identity," Mrs Elizabeth lamented, her doubt noticeable.