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Loyalty and obedience to wisdom and justice are fine; but it is still finer to defy arbitrary power, unjustly and cruelly used--not on behalf of ourselves, but on behalf of others more helpless.
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inspirational
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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15d4bde
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She had a bracelet on one taper arm, which would fall down over her round wrist. Mr. Thornton watched the replacing of this troublesome ornament with far more attention than he listened to her father. It seemed as if it fascinated him to see her push it up impatiently, until it tightened her soft flesh; and then to mark the loosening--the fall. He could almost have exclaimed--'There it goes, again!
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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7b513c8
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I say Gibson, we're old friends, and you're a fool if you take anything I say as an offense. Madam your wife and I didn't hit it off the only time I ever saw her. I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me!
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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6910d5b
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What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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a465840
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Margaret liked this smile; it was the first thing she had admired in this new friend of her father's; and the opposition of character, shown in all these details of appearance she had just been noticing, seemed to explain the attraction they evidently felt towards each other.
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attraction
smile
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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87eb1f8
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Did I ever say an engagement was an elephant, madam?
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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fdb8065
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Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart would do."
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do' Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.
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love
mother-s-love
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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293d8ae
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I dare say there's many a woman makes as sad a mistake as I have done, and only finds it out too late.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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8e5724a
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How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr.Thornton-why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaking her at..
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questioning
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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7d4b4f9
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Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm.
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north-and-south
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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1ccb236
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And so she shuddered away from the threat of his enduring love. What did he mean? Had she not the power to daunt him? She would see. It was more daring than became a man to threaten her.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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b4e348e
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Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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4117b38
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He could remember all about it now; the pitiful figure he must have cut; the absurd way in which he had gone and done the very thing he had so often agreed with himself in thinking would be the most foolish thing in the world; and had met with exactly the consequences which, in these wise moods, he had always foretold were certain to follow, if he ever did make such a fool of himself.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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a773d08
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Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but, through that furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of middle age,-all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.
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passion
north-and-south
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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f02533e
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He almost said to himself that he did not like her, before their conversation ended; he tried so hard to compensate himself for the mortified feeling, that while he looked upon her with an admiration he could not repress, she looked at him with proud indifference, taking him, he thought, for what, in his irritation, he told himself - was a great fellow, with not a grace or a refinement about him.
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prejudice
mr-thornton
pride
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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2dfb2e7
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I don't believe there's a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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bd73414
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I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!
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romance
people
friends
love
elizabeth-gaskell
lily-of-the-valley
molly-gibson
wives-and-daughters
flowers
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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dacc682
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What other people may think of the rightness or wrongness is nothing in comparison to my own deep knowledge, my innate conviction that it was wrong.
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wrong
conviction
right
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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5914832
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Again, stepping nearer, he besought her with another tremulous eager call upon her name. 'Margaret!' Still lower went the head; more closely hidden was the face, almost resting on the table before her. He came close to her. He knelt by her side, to bring his face to a level with her ear; and whispered-panted out the words: -- 'Take care. -- If you do not speak -- I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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5e5f98d
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There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.
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seasons
winter
time
beauty
death
garden
gardens
north-and-south
outside
fall
dusk
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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6eeeda2
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I daresay it seems foolish; perhaps all our earthly trials will appear foolish to us after a while; perhaps they seem so now to angels. But we are ourselves, you know, and this is now, not some time to come, a long, long way off. And we are not angels, to be comforted by seeing the ends for which everything is sent.
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trials
angels
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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c99f4aa
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It was her brother,' said Mr. Thornton to himself. 'I am glad.I may never see her again; but it is comfort-a relief-to know that much. I knew she could not be unmaidenly; and yet I yearned for conviction. Now I am glad!' It was a little golden thread running through the dark web of his present fortunes; which were growing ever gloomier and more gloomy.
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love
misfortunes
proof
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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5ff2e86
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Now, in Mr. Thornton's face the straight brows fell over the clear deep-set earnest eyes, which, without being unpleasantly sharp, seemed intent enough to penetrate into the very heart and core of what he was looking at. The lines in the face were few but firm, as if they were carved in marble, and lay principally about the lips, which were slightly compressed over a set of teeth so faultless and beautiful as to give the effect of sudden su..
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mr-thornton
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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0d805e1
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Nay, nay!" said the Squire. "It's not so easy to break one's heart. Sometimes I've wished it were. But one has to go on living--'all the appointed days,' as is said in the Bible."
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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d0fc219
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I do not look on self-indulgent, sensual people as worthy of my hatred; I simply look upon them with contempt for their poorness of character.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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99c16da
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Every mile was redolent of associations, which she would not have missed for the world, but each of which made her cry upon 'the days that are no more' with ineffable longing.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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c3e611f
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Similarity of opinion is not always--I think not often--needed for fullness and perfection of love.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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df2758a
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He never looked at her; and yet, the careful avoidance of his eyes betokened that in some way he knew exactly where, if they fell by chance, they would rest on her. If she spoke, he gave no sign of attention, and yet his next speech to any one else was modified by what she had said; sometimes there was an express answer to what she had remarked, but given to another person as though unsuggested by her. It was not the bad manners of ignoranc..
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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126610b
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yet, even before he left the room, - and certainly, not five minutes after, the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright upon her, that he did love her; that he had loved her; that he would love her. And she shrank and shuddered as under the fascination of some great power, repugnant to her whole previous life.She crept away, and hid from his idea. But it was of no use
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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d1c8cdd
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Don't be afraid," she said, coldly, " as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a good deal to overcome her pride. Don't be afraid, John."
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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8e4edc0
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I am so tired - so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.
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exhaustion
powerlessness
tried
power
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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3f225a1
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But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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657b092
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In the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all the holders of houses above a certain rent are women. If a married couple come to settle in the town, somehow the gentleman disappears; he is either fairly frightened to death by being the only man in the Cranford parties, or he is accounted for by being with his regiment, his hip, or closely engaged in business all the week in the great neighbouring commercial town of Drumbl..
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literature
men
people
women
humor
property
rural-society
village-life
ownership
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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5efd5af
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But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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1a3eb20
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On some such night as this she remembered promising to herself to live as brave and noble a life as any heroine she ever read or heard of in romance, a life sans peur et sans reproche; it had seemed to her then that she had only to will, and such a life would be accomplished. And now she had learnt that not only to will, but also to pray, was a necessary condition in the truly heroic. Trusting to herself, she had fallen.
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heroic
prayer
strength
wisdom
individual-will
noble
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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57bb0db
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For all his pain, he longed to see the author of it. Although he hated Margaret at times, when he thought of that gentle familiar attitude and all the attendant circumstances, he had a restless desire to renew her picture in his mind - a longing for the very atmosphere she breathed. He was in the Charybdis of passion, and must perforce circle and circle ever nearer round the fatal centre.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Mr. Thornton," said Margaret, shaking all over with her passion, "go down this instant, if you are not a coward. Go down and face them like a man. Save these poor strangers, whom you have decoyed here. Speak to your workmen as if they were human beings. Speak to them kindly. Don't let the soldiers come in and cut down poor-creatures who are driven mad. I see one there who is. If you have any courage or noble quality in you, go out and speak..
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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c9ec852
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He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.
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sadness
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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33e32fa
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He could not - say rather, he would not - deny himself the chance of the pleasure of seeing Margaret. He had no end in this but the present gratification.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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9464f53
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God has made us so that we must be mutually dependent. We may ignore our own dependence, or refuse to acknowledge that others depend upon us in more respects than the payment of weekly wages; but the thing must be, nevertheless. Neither you nor any other master can help yourselves. The most proudly independent man depends on those around him for their insensible influence on his character - his life.
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thought-provoking
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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93acccf
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I could wish there were a God, if it were only to ask him to bless thee.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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a06fb96
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He had tenderness in his heart -- 'a soft place,' as Nicholas Higgins called it; but he had some pride in concealing it; he kept it very sacred and safe, and was jealous of every circumstance that tried to gain admission. But if he dreaded exposure of his tenderness, he was equally desirous that all men should recognize his justice; and he felt that he had been unjust, in giving so scornful a hearing to anyone who had waited, with humble pa..
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tenderness
vulnerability
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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97218fc
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She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!
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love
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Elizabeth Gaskell |