The Project Gutenberg eBook ofDaniel DerondaThis ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online atwww.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook.Title: Daniel DerondaAuthor: George EliotRelease date: February 1, 2005 [eBook #7469]Most recently updated: January 29, 2022Language: EnglishCredits: Anne Soulard, Tiffany Vergon, the Online Distributed Proofreading Team and David WidgerRevised by Richard Tonsing.*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DANIEL DERONDA ***
This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online atwww.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook.
Title: Daniel DerondaAuthor: George EliotRelease date: February 1, 2005 [eBook #7469]Most recently updated: January 29, 2022Language: EnglishCredits: Anne Soulard, Tiffany Vergon, the Online Distributed Proofreading Team and David WidgerRevised by Richard Tonsing.
Title: Daniel Deronda
Author: George Eliot
Author: George Eliot
Release date: February 1, 2005 [eBook #7469]Most recently updated: January 29, 2022
Language: English
Credits: Anne Soulard, Tiffany Vergon, the Online Distributed Proofreading Team and David WidgerRevised by Richard Tonsing.
*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DANIEL DERONDA ***
By George Eliot
Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul:There, ’mid the throng of hurrying desiresThat trample on the dead to seize their spoil,Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistibleAs exhalations laden with slow death,And o’er the fairest troop of captured joysBreathes pallid pestilence.