Chapter XXVII ‘Pack Clouds Away’

‘For joy or grief, for hope or fear, For all hereafter, as for here, In peace or strife, in storm or shine.’ Edith went about on tip-toe, and checked Sholto in all loud speaking that next morning, as if any sudden noise would...

Chapter XXII Something Wanting

‘Experience, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand; Whence harmonies we cannot understand, Of God’s will in His worlds, the strain unfolds In sad, perplexed minors.’ About this time Dixon returned from Milton, and...

Chapter XIV Making Friends

‘Nay, I have done; you get no more of me: And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so clearly I myself am free.’ Margaret shut herself up in her own room, after she had quitted Mrs....

Chapter X Expiation

‘There’s nought so finely spun But it cometh to the sun.’ Mr. Thornton sate on and on. He felt that his company gave pleasure to Mr. Hale; and was touched by the half-spoken wishful entreaty that he would remain a little longer—the plaintive ‘Don’t...

Chapter III Comfort in Sorrow

‘Through cross to crown!—And though thy spirit’s life Trials untold assail with giant strength, Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife, And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at length.’ ‘Ay sooth, we feel too strong in weal, to...

Chapter I Mother and Son

‘I have found that holy place of rest Still changeless.’ When Mr. Thornton had left the house that morning he was almost blinded by his baffled passion. He was as dizzy as if Margaret, instead of looking, and speaking,...

Chapter XXV Frederick

‘Revenge may have her own; Roused discipline aloud proclaims their cause, And injured navies urge their broken laws.’ Margaret began to wonder whether all offers were as unexpected beforehand,—as distressing at the time of their occurrence, as the two she had...

Chapter XX Men and Gentlemen

‘Old and young, boy, let ‘em all eat, I have it; Let ‘em have ten tire of teeth a-piece, I care not.’ Margaret went home so painfully occupied with what she had heard and seen that she...

Chapter XV Masters and Men

‘Thought fights with thought; out springs a spark of truth From the collision of the sword and shield.’ ‘Margaret,’ said her father, the next day, ‘we must return Mrs. Thornton’s call. Your mother is not very well, and...

Chapter XIV The Mutiny

‘I was used To sleep at nights as sweetly as a child,— Now if the wind blew rough, it made me start, And think of my poor boy tossing about Upon the roaring seas. And then I seemed To feel that it was hard to...