Pen-portraits of literary women : $b by themselves and others, Volume 2 (of 2)
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Pen-portraits of literary women : $b by themselves and others, Volume 2 (of 2)
Authors, English -- Biography; Women authors, English -- Biography
Though not above the middle height Marian gave people the impression
of being much taller than she really was, her figure, although thin
and slight, being well-poised and not without a certain sturdiness
of make. She was never robust in health, being delicately strung,
and of a highly nervous temperament. In youth the keen excitability
of her nature often made her wayward and hysterical. In fact her
extraordinary intellectual vigor did not exclude the susceptibilities
and weaknesses of a peculiarly feminine organization. There exists a
colored sketch done by Mrs. Bray about this period, which gives one a
glimpse of George Eliot in her girlhood. In those Foleshill days she
had a quantity of soft pale-brown hair worn in ringlets. Her head was
massive, her features powerful and rugged, her mouth large but shapely,
the jaw singularly square for a woman, yet having a certain delicacy
of outline. A neutral tone of coloring did not help to relieve this
general heaviness of structure, the complexion being pale but not
fair. Nevertheless the play of expression and the wonderful mobility
of the mouth, which increased with age, gave a womanly softness to
the countenance in curious contrast with its frame-work. Her eyes, of
a gray-blue, constantly varying in color, striking some as intensely
blue, others as of a pale, washed-out gray, were small and not
beautiful in themselves, but when she grew animated in conversation,
those eyes lit up the whole face, seeming in a manner to transfigure
it. So much was this the case, that a young lady who had once enjoyed
an hour’s conversation with her, came away under its spell with the
impression that she was beautiful, but afterwards, on seeing George
Eliot again when she was not talking, she could hardly believe her to
be the same person. The charm of her nature disclosed itself in her
manner and her voice, the latter recalling that of Dorothea in being
“like the voice of a soul that has once lived in an Æolian harp.” It
was low and deep, vibrating with sympathy.
MATHILDE BLIND: ‘George Eliot.’
* * * * *
[Sidenote: Conduct on her great change of opinion.]
It was impossible for such a nature as Miss Evans’s, in the enthusiasm
of this first great change, to rest satisfied in compliance with the
old forms, and she was so uneasy in an equivocal position that she
determined to give up going to church. This was an unforgivable offence
in the eyes of her father, who was a Churchman of the old school,
and nearly led to a family rupture. He went so far as to put into an
agent’s hands the lease of the house in the Foleshill road, with the
intention of going to live with his married daughter. Upon this, Miss
Evans made up her mind to go into lodgings at Leamington, and to try to
support herself by teaching.
The conclusion of the matter was that Mr. Evans withdrew his house from
the agent’s hands, and his daughter went to stay at Griff, with Mr. and
Mrs. Isaac Evans.
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