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
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 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
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
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
“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
