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Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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But Margaret went less abroad, among machinery and men; saw less of power in its public effect, and, as it happened, she was thrown with one or two of those who, in all measures affecting masses of people, must be acute sufferers for the good of many. The question always is, has everything been done to make the sufferings of these exceptions as small as possible?
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Wearily she went to bed, wearily she arose in four or five hours' time. But with the morning came hope, and a brighter view of things.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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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 would do.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Mr Thornton would rather have heard that she was suffering the natural sorrow. In the first place, there was selfishness enough in him to have taken pleasure in the idea that his great love might come in to comfort and console her; much the same kind of strange passionate pleasure which comes stinging through a mother's heart, when her drooping infant nestles close to her, and is dependent upon her for everything.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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I would not trust a mouse to a woman if a man's judgment could be had.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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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 furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of middle age,-all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, ‘All are shadows!—all are passing!—all is past!
Elizabeth Gaskell
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The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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There is always a pleasure in unravelling a mystery, in catching at the gossamer clue which will guide to certainty.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!' 'Not good enough! Don't mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Even before he left the room, — and certainly, not five minutes after, the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright upon her, that he did love her; that he had loved her; that he would love her. And she shrank and shuddered as under the fascination of some great power.
Elizabeth Gaskell
