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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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What
Miss
Matty,
or,
as
Mrs
Forrester
called
her
(remembering
the
clause
in
her
will
and
the
dignity
of
the
occasion),
Miss
Matilda
Jenkyns—
might
choose
to
do
with
the
receipt
when
it
came
into
her
possession—
whether
to
make
it
public,
or
to
hand
it
down
as
an
heirloom—
she
did
not
know,
nor
would
she
dictate.
And
a
mould
of
this
admirable,
digestible,
unique
bread-jelly
was
sent
by
Mrs
Forrester
to
our
poor
sick
conjuror.
Who
says
that
the
aristocracy
are
proud?
Here
was
a
lady
by
birth
a
Tyrrell,
and
descended
from
the
great
Sir
Walter
that
shot
King
Rufus,
and
in
whose
veins
ran
the
blood
of
him
who
murdered
the
little
princes
in
the
Tower,
going
every
day
to
see
what
dainty
dishes
she
could
prepare
for
Samuel
Brown,
a
mountebank!
But,
indeed,
it
was
wonderful
to
see
what
kind
feelings
were
called
out
by
this
poor
man’s
coming
amongst
us.
And
also
wonderful
to
see
how
the
great
Cranford
panic,
which
had
been
occasioned
by
his
first
coming
in
his
Turkish
dress,
melted
away
into
thin
air
on
his
second
coming—
pale
and
feeble,
and
with
his
heavy,
filmy
eyes,
that
only
brightened
a
very
little
when
they
fell
upon
the
countenance
of
his
faithful
wife,
or
their
pale
and
sorrowful
little
girl.
Somehow
we
all
forgot
to
be
afraid.
I
daresay
it
was
that
finding
out
that
he,
who
had
first
excited
our
love
of
the
marvellous
by
his
unprecedented
arts,
had
not
sufficient
every-day
gifts
to
manage
a
shying
horse,
made
us
feel
as
if
we
were
ourselves
again.
Miss
Pole
came
with
her
little
basket
at
all
hours
of
the
evening,
as
if
her
lonely
house
and
the
unfrequented
road
to
it
had
never
been
infested
by
that
“murderous
gang”;
Mrs
Forrester
said
she
thought
that
neither
Jenny
nor
she
need
mind
the
headless
lady
who
wept
and
wailed
in
Darkness
Lane,
for
surely
the
power
was
never
given
to
such
beings
to
harm
those
who
went
about
to
try
to
do
what
little
good
was
in
their
power,
to
which
Jenny
tremblingly
assented;
but
the
mistress’s
theory
had
little
effect
on
the
maid’s
practice
until
she
had
sewn
two
pieces
of
red
flannel
in
the
shape
of
a
cross
on
her
inner
garment.
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