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Exercise 3 p. 84. Explain the use of the tense forms and retell the story.

In the second week of September, Maggie was sitting in her lonely room. It was past midnight. The rain driven by the wind was beating against the window.

There had been a sudden change in the weather, and the heat and draught had given way to cold winds and heavy falls of rain. In the country higher up the Floss the completion of the harvest had been arrested by the rains.

And now for the last two days, the rains had been incessant, so that the old men had shaken their heads and talked of sixty years ago when the same sort of weather brought great floods which reduced the town to great misery.

As to the younger generation who had seen several small floods, they thought lightly of those recollections.

There was hope that the wind would abate by the morning and the water would be carried off without causing more than temporary inconvenience. But all were in their beds now — the careless and the fearful, for it was past midnight now — all, except some watchers such as Maggie. She was seated in her little parlour that looked towards the river, with one candle that left everything dim in the room, except a letter which lay before her on the table. That letter, which had come to her today, was one of the causes that kept her up far into the night. She sat quite still, unconscious of how the hours were going, careless of seeking rest. All the day before she had been filled with the vision of a lonely future. A hard life of endurance and effort was before her.

She took up the letter, held it to the candle and let it burn slowly on the hearth. Tomorrow she would write to him the last word of parting.

Suddenly she felt cold about her knees and feet: it was water flowing under her. She started up. The stream was flowing in under the door that led into the passage. She was not bewildered for an instant — she knew it was the flood! (After G. Eliot)

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