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Portrait of Elizabeth Gaskell Elizabeth Gaskell Sylvia's Lovers — Chapter VIII: Attraction and repulsion

She might have wondered still more, if she had seen Sylvia steal round to the little flower border she had persuaded Kester to make under the wall at the sunny side of the house, and gather the two or three Michaelmas daisies, and the one bud of the China rose, that, growing against the kitchen chimney, had escaped the frost; and then, when her mother was not looking, softly open the cloth inside of the little basket that contained the sausages and a fresh egg or two, and lay her autumn blossoms in one of the folds of the towel.
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Portrait of Elizabeth Gaskell Elizabeth Gaskell Sylvia's Lovers — Chapter VIII: Attraction and repulsion

Her mother gave her another of the severe looks that, quiet woman as she was, she could occasionally bestow upon the refractory, and Sylvia took her book and glanced down the column Philip pointed out to her; but, as she justly considered, one man might point out the task, but twenty could not make her learn it, if she did not choose; and she sat herself down on the edge of the dresser, and idly gazed into the fire.
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Portrait of Elizabeth Gaskell Elizabeth Gaskell Sylvia's Lovers — Chapter VIII: Attraction and repulsion

The house had had its last autumn cleaning, and was neat and bright from top to bottom, from one end to another. The turf was led; the coal carted up from Monkshaven; the wood stored; the corn ground; the pig killed, and the hams and head and hands lying in salt. The butcher had been glad to take the best parts of a pig of Dame Robson's careful feeding; but there was unusual plenty in the Haytersbank pantry; and as Bell surveyed it one morning, she said to her husband--
'I wonder if yon poor sick chap at Moss Brow would fancy some o' my sausages.
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