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
I do try to say, God’s will be done, sir,” said the Squire, looking up at Mr. Gibson for the first time,… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
It is the first changes among familiar things that make such a mystery of time to the young; afterwards we lose the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — 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
How shall I ever tell Aunt Shaw?' she whispered, after some time of delicious silence. 'Let me speak to her.' 'Oh, no!… — 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
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
In the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all the holders of houses above a certain rent are women.… — 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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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
I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me. — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share
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
“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
“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 are liker… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share
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,… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share
Don’t be afraid,” she said, coldly, “ as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share
