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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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We
all
applauded
this
ingenious
contrivance,
and
Miss
Matty
sank
back
into
satisfied
silence,
with
a
look
at
Mrs
Forrester
as
if
to
ask
for
her
private
weakness.
Mrs
Forrester
looked
askance
at
Miss
Pole,
and
tried
to
change
the
subject
a
little
by
telling
us
that
she
had
borrowed
a
boy
from
one
of
the
neighbouring
cottages
and
promised
his
parents
a
hundredweight
of
coals
at
Christmas,
and
his
supper
every
evening,
for
the
loan
of
him
at
nights.
She
had
instructed
him
in
his
possible
duties
when
he
first
came;
and,
finding
him
sensible,
she
had
given
him
the
Major’s
sword
(the
Major
was
her
late
husband),
and
desired
him
to
put
it
very
carefully
behind
his
pillow
at
night,
turning
the
edge
towards
the
head
of
the
pillow.
He
was
a
sharp
lad,
she
was
sure;
for,
spying
out
the
Major’s
cocked
hat,
he
had
said,
if
he
might
have
that
to
wear,
he
was
sure
he
could
frighten
two
Englishmen,
or
four
Frenchmen
any
day.
But
she
had
impressed
upon
him
anew
that
he
was
to
lose
no
time
in
putting
on
hats
or
anything
else;
but,
if
he
heard
any
noise,
he
was
to
run
at
it
with
his
drawn
sword.
On
my
suggesting
that
some
accident
might
occur
from
such
slaughterous
and
indiscriminate
directions,
and
that
he
might
rush
on
Jenny
getting
up
to
wash,
and
have
spitted
her
before
he
had
discovered
that
she
was
not
a
Frenchman,
Mrs
Forrester
said
she
did
not
think
that
that
was
likely,
for
he
was
a
very
sound
sleeper,
and
generally
had
to
be
well
shaken
or
cold-pigged
in
a
morning
before
they
could
rouse
him.
She
sometimes
thought
such
dead
sleep
must
be
owing
to
the
hearty
suppers
the
poor
lad
ate,
for
he
was
half-starved
at
home,
and
she
told
Jenny
to
see
that
he
got
a
good
meal
at
night.
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