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Again, stepping nearer, he besought her with another tremulous eager call upon her name. 'Margaret!' Still lower went the head; more closely hidden was the face, almost resting on the table before her. He came close to her. He knelt by her side, to bring his face to a level with her ear; and whispered-panted out the words: — 'Take care. — If you do not speak — I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way.
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I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do' Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.
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.
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Mr. Thornton felt that in this influx no one was speaking to Margaret, and was restless under this apparent neglect. But he never went near her himself; he did not look at her. Only, he knew what she was doing — or not doing — better than anyone else in the room. Margaret was so unconscious of herself, and so much amused by watching other people, that she never thought whether she was left unnoticed or not.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
I would not trust a mouse to a woman if a man's judgment could be had.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
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 -
A man is so in the way in the house.
Elizabeth Gaskell
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Really it is very wholesome exercise, this trying to make one's words represent one's thoughts, instead of merely looking to their effect on others.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
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 -
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 -
Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.
Elizabeth Gaskell -
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 -
Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!' 'Not good enough! Don't mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.
Elizabeth Gaskell