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But suppose it was truth double strong, it were no truth to me if I couldna take it in. I daresay there's truth in yon Latin book on your shelves; but it's gibberish and no truth to me, unless I know the meaning o' the words.
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words
meaning
truth
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Mr. Thornton felt that in this influx no one was speaking to Margaret, and was restless under this apparent neglect. But he never went near her himself; he did not look at her. Only, he knew what she was doing -- or not doing -- better than anyone else in the room. Margaret was so unconscious of herself, and so much amused by watching other people, that she never thought whether she was left unnoticed or not.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Mrs Forrester ... sat in state, pretending not to know what cakes were sent up, though she knew, and we knew, and she knew that we knew, and we knew that she knew that we knew, she had been busy all the morning making tea-bread and sponge-cakes.
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humor
cakes
tea-parties
pretense
modesty
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.
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false-piety
phony
two-facedness
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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cca308a
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But the cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
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north-and-south
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Of all faults the one she most despised in others was the want of bravery; the meanness of heart which leads to untruth.
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north-and-south
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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I do try to say, God's will be done, sir," said the Squire, looking up at Mr. Gibson for the first time, and speaking with more life in his voice; "but it's harder to be resigned than happy people think."
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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I have passed out of childhood into old age. I have had no youth - no womanhood; the hopes of womanhood have closed for me - for I shall never marry; and I anticipate cares and sorrows just as if I were an old woman, and with the same fearful spirit.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Nevertheless, his moustachios are splendid.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.
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gown
ivory-hands
miss-hale
muslin
tea-time
teacups
tea
pretty
pink
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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8aa0b97
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If Mr. Thornton was a fool in the morning, as he assured himself at least twenty times he was, he did not grow much wiser in that afternoon. All that he gained in return for his sixpenny omnibus ride, was a more vivid conviction that there never was, never could be, any one like Margaret; that she did not love him and never would; but that she -- no! nor the whole world -- should never hinder him from loving her.
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love
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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It is the first changes among familiar things that make such a mystery of time to the young; afterwards we lose the sense of the mysterious. I take changes in all I see as a matter of course. The instability of all human things is familiar to me, to you it is new and oppressive." (Mr. Bell)"
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Margaret had always dreaded lest her courage should fail her in any emergency, and she should be proved to be, what she dreaded lest she was--a coward. But now, in this real great time of reasonable fear and nearness of terror, she forgot herself, and felt only an intense sympathy--intense to painfulness--in the interests of the moment.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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If you dare to injure her in the least, I will await you where no policeman can step in between. And God shall judge between us two.
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jem
protectiveness
threat
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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df52662
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It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.
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margaret-hale
north-and-south
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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The question always is, has everything been done to make the sufferings of these exceptions as small as possible? Or, in the triumph of the crowded procession, have the helpless been trampled on, instead of being gently lifted aside out of the roadway of the conqueror, whom they have no power to accompany on his march?
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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I do not want to be relieved from any obligation,' said he, goaded by her calm manner. 'Fancied, or not fancied - I question not myself to know which - I choose to believe that I owe my very life to you - ay - smile, and think it an exaggeration if you will. I believe it, because it adds a value to that life to think - oh, Miss Hale!' continued he, lowering his voice to such a tender intensity of passion that she shivered and trembled befor..
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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She lay down and never stirred. To move hand or foot, or even so much as one finger, would have been an exertion beyond the powers of either volition or motion. She was so tired, so stunned, that she thought she never slept at all; her feverish thoughts passed and repassed the boundary between sleeping and waking, and kept their own miserable identity.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, 'All are shadows!--all are passing!--all is past!
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time
loss
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Margaret's attention was thus called to her host; his whole manner as master of the house, and entertainer of his friends, was so straightforward, yet simple and modest, as to be thoroughly dignified. Margaret thought she had never seen him to so much advantage. When he had come to their house, there had been always something, either of over-eagerness or of that kind of vexed annoyance which seemed ready to pre-suppose that he was unjustly ..
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Love me as I am, sweet one, for I shall never be better.
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love
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Oh! sad is the night-time, The night-time of sorrow, When through the deep gloom, we catch but the boom Of the waves that may whelm us to-morrow.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Yet is was very difficult to seperate her interpretation, and keep it distinct from his meaning.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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We do not look for reason for logic in the passionate entreaties of those who are sick unto death; we are stung with the recollection of a thousand slighted opportunities of fulfilling the wishes of those who will soon pass away from among us: and do they ask us for the future happiness of our lives, we lay it at their feet, and will it away from us.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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f88b4ae
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Oh!s little bird told us,' said Miss Browning. Molly knew that little bird from her childhood, and had always hated it, and longed to wring its neck. Why could not people speak out and say that they did not mean to give up the name of their informant?
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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a9a50ca
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Come poor little heart! be cheery and brave. We'll be a great deal to one another, if we are thrown off and left desolate.
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north-and-south
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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420b609
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still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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d59076a
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But fate it a cunning hussy, and builds up her plans as imperceptibly as a bird builds her nest; and with the same kind of unconsidered trifles.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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6bda45a
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Margaret opened the door and went in with the straight, fearless, dignified presence habitual to her. She felt no awkwardness; she had too much of society for that. Here was a person come on business to her father; and, as she was one who had shown himself obliging, she was disposed to treat him with full measure of civility. Mr. Thornton was a good deal more surprised and discomfited than she. Instead of a quiet, middle-aged clergyman, a y..
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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e729e62
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She had a fierce pleasure in the idea of telling Margaret unwelcome truths, in the shape of performance of duty.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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0b544d0
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There is always a pleasure in unravelling a mystery, in catching at the gossamer clue which will guide to certainty.
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mysteries
unraveling
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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19ac500
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But Margaret was at an age when any apprehension, not absolutely based on a knowledge of facts, is easily banished for a time by a bright sunny day, or some happy outward circumstance. And when the brilliant fourteen fine days of October came on, her cares were all blown away as lightly as thistledown, and she thought of nothing but the glories of the forest.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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a755619
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Oh yes!' and suddenly the wintry frost-bound look of care had left Mr. Thornton's face, as if some soft summer gale had blown all anxiety away from his mind; and, though his mouth was as much compressed as before, his eyes smiled out benignly on his questioner.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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c01b9ca
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Only you're right in saying she's too good an opinion of herself to think of you. The saucy jade! I should like to know where she'd find a better!
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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dec06cb
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The meanest thing to which we bid adieu, Loses its meanness in the parting hour.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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She disliked him more for having mastered her inner will. How dared he say that he would love her still, even though she shook him off with contempt? She wished she had spoken more - stronger. Sharp, decisive speeches came thronging to her mind, now that it was too late to utter them. The deep impression made by the interview was like that of a horror in a dream; that will not leave the room although we waken up, and rub our eyes, and force..
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nightmares
unrequited-love
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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13db5eb
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Mr Thornton would rather have heard that she was suffering the natural sorrow. In the first place, there was selfishness enough in him to have taken pleasure in the idea that his great love might come in to comfort and console her; much the same kind of strange passionate pleasure which comes stinging through a mother's heart, when her drooping infant nestles close to her, and is dependent upon her for everything.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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How different men were to women!
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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I wish I could love people as you do, Molly!' 'Don't you?' said the other, in surprise. 'No. A good number of people love me, I believe, or at least they think they do; but I never seem to care much for any one. I do believe I love you, little Molly, whom I have only known for ten days, better than any one.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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An old lady had an Alderney cow, which she looked upon as a daughter. ....The whole town knew and kindly regarded Miss Betsy Barker's Alderney, therefore great was the sympathy and regret when, in an unguarded moment, the poor cow fell into a lime-pit. She moaned so loudly that she was soon heard and rescued; but meanwhile the poor beast had lost most of her hair and came out looking naked, cold and miserable, in a bare skin. Everybody piti..
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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But with the increase of serious and just ground of complaint, a new kind of patience had sprung up in her Mother's mind. She was gentle and quiet in intense bodily suffering, almost in proportion as she had been restless and depressed when there had been no real cause for grief.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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09d33df
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When prayers were ended, and his Mother had wished him good-night with that long steady look of hers which conveyed no expression of the tenderness that was in her heart, but yet had all the intensity of a blessing.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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f002c65
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How shall I ever tell Aunt Shaw?' she whispered, after some time of delicious silence. 'Let me speak to her.' 'Oh, no! I owe it to her, - but what will she say?' 'I can guess. Her first exclamation will be, "That man!" ' 'Hush!' said Margaret, 'or I shall try and show you your mother's indignant tones as she says, "That woman!" "
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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b9aef10
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Your husband this morning! Mine tonight! What do you take him for?' 'A man' smiled Cynthia. 'And therefore, if you won't let me call him changeable, I'll coin a word and call him consolable.
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men
fickleness
husbands
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Elizabeth Gaskell |