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: โ 'Take care. โ If you do not speak โ I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way.
Elizabeth GaskellBut the cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
Elizabeth GaskellHe had tenderness in his heart โ โa soft place,โ as Nicholas Higgins called it; but he had some pride in concealing it; he kept it very sacred and safe, and was jealous of every circumstance that tried to gain admission. But if he dreaded exposure of his tenderness, he was equally desirous that all men should recognize his justice; and he felt that he had been unjust, in giving so scornful a hearing to anyone who had waited, with humble patience, for five hours, to speak to him.
Elizabeth GaskellShe had a bracelet on one taper arm, which would fall down over her round wrist. Mr. Thornton watched the replacing of this troublesome ornament with far more attention than he listened to her father. It seemed as if it fascinated him to see her push it up impatiently, until it tightened her soft flesh; and then to mark the looseningโthe fall. He could almost have exclaimedโ'There it goes, again!
Elizabeth GaskellBut the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.
Elizabeth GaskellHe had not an ounce of superfluous flesh on his bones, and leanness goes a great way towards gentility.
Elizabeth GaskellThere was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.
Elizabeth Gaskell