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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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It
was
very
good
of
Miss
Jenkyns
to
do
this;
for
I
had
seen
that,
a
little
before,
she
had
been
a
good
deal
annoyed
by
Miss
Jessie
Brown’s
unguarded
admission
(à
propos
of
Shetland
wool)
that
she
had
an
uncle,
her
mother’s
brother,
who
was
a
shopkeeper
in
Edinburgh.
Miss
Jenkyns
tried
to
drown
this
confession
by
a
terrible
cough—
for
the
Honourable
Mrs
Jamieson
was
sitting
at
a
card-table
nearest
Miss
Jessie,
and
what
would
she
say
or
think
if
she
found
out
she
was
in
the
same
room
with
a
shop-keeper’s
niece!
But
Miss
Jessie
Brown
(who
had
no
tact,
as
we
all
agreed
the
next
morning)
would
repeat
the
information,
and
assure
Miss
Pole
she
could
easily
get
her
the
identical
Shetland
wool
required,
“through
my
uncle,
who
has
the
best
assortment
of
Shetland
goods
of
any
one
in
Edinbro’.”
It
was
to
take
the
taste
of
this
out
of
our
mouths,
and
the
sound
of
this
out
of
our
ears,
that
Miss
Jenkyns
proposed
music;
so
I
say
again,
it
was
very
good
of
her
to
beat
time
to
the
song.
When
the
trays
re-appeared
with
biscuits
and
wine,
punctually
at
a
quarter
to
nine,
there
was
conversation,
comparing
of
cards,
and
talking
over
tricks;
but
by-and-by
Captain
Brown
sported
a
bit
of
literature.
“Have
you
seen
any
numbers
of
‘The
Pickwick
Papers’?”
said
he.
(They
were
then
publishing
in
parts.)
“Capital
thing!”
Now
Miss
Jenkyns
was
daughter
of
a
deceased
rector
of
Cranford;
and,
on
the
strength
of
a
number
of
manuscript
sermons,
and
a
pretty
good
library
of
divinity,
considered
herself
literary,
and
looked
upon
any
conversation
about
books
as
a
challenge
to
her.
So
she
answered
and
said,
“Yes,
she
had
seen
them;
indeed,
she
might
say
she
had
read
them.”
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