A vivid juxtaposition of a ruddy, healthy, good-natured farmer and a slim and slippery old squire.

‘As he stood, red, rotund, and radiant before the small, wiry, cool, old gentleman, he looked like a prize apple by the side of a withered crab.’

Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 390

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