Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret! — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“Osborne and Roger knowing that the wife of the former was a Frenchwoman, and, conscious of each other's knowledge, felt doubly awkward; while Molly… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
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… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
But Margaret went less abroad, among machinery and men; saw less of power in its public effect, and, as it happened, she was thrown… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“And besides, in the matter of friendship, I have observed that the disappointment here arises chiefly, not from liking our friends too well, or… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
What other people may think of the rightness or wrongness is nothing in comparison to my own deep knowledge, my innate conviction that it… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“The first question sobbed out by his choking voice, oppressed with emotion, was-- "Where is she?" They led him to the room where his… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Wearily she went to bed, wearily she arose in four or five hours' time. But with the morning came hope, and a brighter view… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
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… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“He never looked at her; and yet, the careful avoidance of his eyes betokened that in some way he knew exactly where, if they… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
