“Ay! but mother's words are scarce, and weigh heavy. Father's liker me, and we talk a deal o' rubble; but mother's words… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Margaret liked this smile; it was the first thing she had admired in this new friend of her father's; and the opposition… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong. — 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
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
“But I got through the review, for all their Latin and French; I did, and if you doubt me, you just look… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a… — 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
