Elizabeth Gaskell

“ Miss Matty herself was bewildered by the pair; their, or rather Martha's sudden resolution in favour of matrimony staggered her, and stood between her and the contemplation of the plan which Martha had at heart. Miss Matty began —
"Marriage is a very solemn thing, Martha."
"It is indeed, ma'am," quoth Jem. "Not that I've no objections to Martha."
"You've never let me a-be for asking me for to fix when I would be married," said Martha—her face all a-fire, and ready to cry with vexation—"and now you're shaming me before my missus and all." ”

“ It is his notion of making himself agreeable. If you dare me, Molly, I will try the experiment, and you'll see with what success.'
'No, don't, pray!' said Molly, in a hurry. 'I do so dislike him!'
'Why?' said Osborne, roused to a little curiosity by her vehemence.
'Oh! I don't know. He never seems to know what one is feeling.'
'He wouldn't care if he did know,' said Cynthia. 'And he might know he is not wanted,'
'If he chooses to stay, he cares little whether he is wanted or not.'
'Come, this is very interesting,' said Osborne. 'It is like the strophe and anti-strophe in a Greek chorus. ”

“ I care not for pain, or death, you know I don't; but oh, man! forgive me the trespass I have done!"
"Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us," said Job, solemnly and low, as if in prayer: as if the words were suggested by those John Barton had used.
Mr. Carson took his hands away from his face. I would rather see death than the ghastly gloom which darkened that countenance.
"Let my trespasses be unforgiven, so that I may have vengeance for my son's murder."
There are blasphemous actions as well as blasphemous words: all unloving, cruel deeds, are acted blasphemy. ”

“ Gibson closed the door. Poor Molly expected a reprimand for her torn gown and untidy appearance, but was soon relieved by the expression of Mrs. Gibson's face—mysterious and radiant.
'I have been watching for you, dear. Don't go upstairs into the drawing-room, love. It might be a little interruption just now. Roger Hamley is there with Cynthia; and I've reason to think,—in fact I did open the door unawares, but I shut it again softly, and I don't think they heard me. Is not it charming? Young love, you know, ah, how sweet it is!'
'Do you mean that Roger has proposed to Cynthia?' asked Molly. ”

“ Thornton, in a low fierce voice. "I tried not to hate her, when she stood between you and me, because,—I said tomyself,—she will make him happy; and I would give my heart's blood to do that. But now, I hate her for your misery's sake. Yes, John, it's no use hiding up your aching heart from me. 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 why do we talk of love or hatred? She does not care for me, and that is enough,—too much. ”