Elizabeth Gaskell

Jemima was not pretty, the flatness and shortness of her face made her almost plain; yet most people looked twice at her expressive countenance, at the eyes which flamed or melted at every trifle, at the rich colour which came at every expressed emotion into her usually sallow face, at the faultless teeth which made her smile like a sunbeam.

He shrank from hearing Margaret's very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her _ while he was jealous of her _ while he renounced her _ he loved her sorely, in spite of himself.

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.

But Mr. Hale resolved that he would not be disturbed by any such nonsensical idea; so he lay awake, determining not to think about it.

I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine.

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.

I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you do not understand me.