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- Author: Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 148
- ISBN-10: 1512299502
- ISBN-13: 9781512299502
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.8 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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Three years ago I became anxious (from circumstances that need not be more fully alluded to) to employ myself in writing a work of fiction. Living in Manchester, but with a deep relish and fond admiration for the country, my first thought was to find a frame-work for my story in some rural scene; and I had already made a little progress in a tale, the period of which was more than a century ago, and the place on the borders of Yorkshire, when I bethought me how deep might be the romance in the lives of some of those who elbowed me daily in the busy streets of the town in which I resided. I had always felt a deep sympathy with the care-worn men, who looked as if doomed to struggle through their lives in strange alternations between work and want; tossed to and fro by circumstances, apparently in even a greater degree than other men.
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- Author: Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 148
- ISBN-10: 1512299502
- ISBN-13: 9781512299502
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.8 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
Three years ago I became anxious (from circumstances that need not be more fully alluded to) to employ myself in writing a work of fiction. Living in Manchester, but with a deep relish and fond admiration for the country, my first thought was to find a frame-work for my story in some rural scene; and I had already made a little progress in a tale, the period of which was more than a century ago, and the place on the borders of Yorkshire, when I bethought me how deep might be the romance in the lives of some of those who elbowed me daily in the busy streets of the town in which I resided. I had always felt a deep sympathy with the care-worn men, who looked as if doomed to struggle through their lives in strange alternations between work and want; tossed to and fro by circumstances, apparently in even a greater degree than other men.
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