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Elizabeth Gaskell

Life dates: 1810 AD — 1865 AD

English novelist whose scenes place judgments and personal feeling alongside social responsibilities. A character’s argument is best understood with the situation that gives it force.

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Elizabeth Gaskell lived from 1810 to 1865 and made her home with her family in Manchester. Her house museum documents that lifetime and the family setting. This profile connects the existing Elizabeth Gaskell archive label to checked biographical references and a complete novel, rather than creating a new author identity. The link gives useful context for reading supplied excerpts while preserving the collection’s uncertainty about the wider set of individual attributions.

Chapter XIV of the linked North and South gives Margaret a speech about resisting unjust power while her family discusses Frederick’s circumstances. Chapter XL describes Thornton’s conflicting feelings through the narrator. The two selected archive passages match those chapters under case, punctuation and spacing comparison. Their different voices matter: the moral argument belongs to a character in a particular discussion, and the description of jealousy is narration rather than a declaration of the novelist’s own feelings.

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Read chapters XIV and XL, identifying the speaker and what has happened before each passage. The two selected contributor records have checked locations in this Walter Scott edition; their original wording and uncertainty labels remain. The 96 associated records are not all authenticated by those comparisons. Profile lifetime years do not establish the composition date of an excerpt or resolve separate historical attribution questions.

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01c. 1837 AD
Was it a doubt - a fear - a wandering uncertainty seeking rest, but finding none - so tear-blinded were its eyes - Mr. Thornton, instead of being shocked, seemed to have through that very stage of thought himself, and could suggest where the exact ray of light was to be found, which should make the dark places plain. Man of action as he was, busy in the world's great battle, there was a deeper religion binding him to God in his heart, in spite of his strong willfulness, through all his mistakes, than Mr. Hale ever dreamed.
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12c. 1837 AD
But I got through the review, for all their Latin and French; I did, and if you doubt me, you just look at the end of the great ledger, turn it upside down, and you'll find I've copied out all the fine words they said of you: "careful observer," "strong nervous English," "rising philosopher."Oh! I can nearly say it all off by heart, for many a time when I am frabbed by bad debts, or Osborne's bills, or moidered with accounts, I turn the ledger wrong way up, and smoke a pipe over it, while I read those pieces out of the review which speak about you, lad!
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14c. 1837 AD
It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander to her; they would bring back the scene,- not of his repulse and rejection the day before but the looks, the actions of the day before that. He went along the crowded streets mechanically, winding in and out among the people, but never seeing them, -almost sick with longing for that one half-hour-that one brief space of time when she clung to him, and her heart beat against his-to come once again.
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21c. 1837 AD
She disliked him more for having mastered her inner will. How dared he say that he would love her still, even though she shook him off with contempt? She wished she had spoken more - stronger. Sharp, decisive speeches came thronging to her mind, now that it was too late to utter them. The deep impression made by the interview was like that of a horror in a dream; that will not leave the room although we waken up, and rub our eyes, and force a stiff rigid smile upon our lips. It is there - there, cowering and gibbering, with fixed ghastly eyes, in some corner of the chamber, listening to hear whether we dare to breathe of its presence to anyone. And we dare not; poor cowards that we are!
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