Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!' 'Not good enough! Don't mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Mr. Thornton was silent. The vaunted steadiness of pulse failed him for an instant.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Mr Thornton sighed as he took in all this with one of his sudden comprehensive glances. And then he turned his back… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Oh yes!' and suddenly the wintry frost-bound look of care had left Mr. Thornton's face, as if some soft summer gale had… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Margaret opened the door and went in with the straight, fearless, dignified presence habitual to her. She felt no awkwardness; she had… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Was it a doubt - a fear - a wandering uncertainty seeking rest, but finding none - so tear-blinded were its eyes… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
If Mr. Thornton was a fool in the morning, as he assured himself at least twenty times he was, he did not… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Mr Thornton would rather have heard that she was suffering the natural sorrow. In the first place, there was selfishness enough in… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Mr. Thornton felt that in this influx no one was speaking to Margaret, and was restless under this apparent neglect. But he… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought,… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
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… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
She had a bracelet on one taper arm, which would fall down over her round wrist. Mr. Thornton watched the replacing of… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Now, in Mr. Thornton’s face the straight brows fell over the clear deep-set earnest eyes, which, without being unpleasantly sharp, seemed intent… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Mr. Thornton," said Margaret, shaking all over with her passion, "go down this instant, if you are not a coward. Go down… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Neither loss of father, nor loss of mother, dear as she was to Mr Thornton, could have poisoned the remembrance of the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
