There in the room stood his friend, with a large cotton bag on
his head, pulled far down to his very nose.
This view of Marner's personality was not without another ground than his pale face and unexampled eyes; for Jem Rodney, the mole-catcher, averred that one evening as he was returning homeward, he saw Silas Marner leaning against a stile with a heavy bag on
his back, instead of resting the bag on
the stile as a man in his senses would have done; and that, on coming up to him, he saw that Marner's eyes were set like a dead man's, and he spoke to him, and shook him, and his limbs were stiff, and his hands clutched the bag as if they'd been made of iron; but just as he had made up his mind that the weaver was dead, he came all right again, like, as you might say, in the winking of an eye, and said "Good-night", and walked off.
But he didn't like to leave his oatmeal outside for fear something would happen to it, because there were always mischievous boys around, so he hoisted the bag on
his back and walked into church with it and right to the top of the aisle to Grandfather King's pew.
Annushka was already dozing, the red bag on
her lap, clutched by her broad hands, in gloves, of which one was torn.