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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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“The
Honourable
Mrs
Jamieson
has
only
just
quitted
me;
and,
in
the
course
of
conversation,
she
communicated
to
me
the
intelligence
that
she
had
yesterday
received
a
call
from
her
revered
husband’s
quondam
friend,
Lord
Mauleverer.
You
will
not
easily
conjecture
what
brought
his
lordship
within
the
precincts
of
our
little
town.
It
was
to
see
Captain
Brown,
with
whom,
it
appears,
his
lordship
was
acquainted
in
the
‘plumed
wars,’
and
who
had
the
privilege
of
averting
destruction
from
his
lordship’s
head
when
some
great
peril
was
impending
over
it,
off
the
misnomered
Cape
of
Good
Hope.
You
know
our
friend
the
Honourable
Mrs
Jamieson’s
deficiency
in
the
spirit
of
innocent
curiosity,
and
you
will
therefore
not
be
so
much
surprised
when
I
tell
you
she
was
quite
unable
to
disclose
to
me
the
exact
nature
of
the
peril
in
question.
I
was
anxious,
I
confess,
to
ascertain
in
what
manner
Captain
Brown,
with
his
limited
establishment,
could
receive
so
distinguished
a
guest;
and
I
discovered
that
his
lordship
retired
to
rest,
and,
let
us
hope,
to
refreshing
slumbers,
at
the
Angel
Hotel;
but
shared
the
Brunonian
meals
during
the
two
days
that
he
honoured
Cranford
with
his
august
presence.
Mrs
Johnson,
our
civil
butcher’s
wife,
informs
me
that
Miss
Jessie
purchased
a
leg
of
lamb;
but,
besides
this,
I
can
hear
of
no
preparation
whatever
to
give
a
suitable
reception
to
so
distinguished
a
visitor.
Perhaps
they
entertained
him
with
‘the
feast
of
reason
and
the
flow
of
soul’;
and
to
us,
who
are
acquainted
with
Captain
Brown’s
sad
want
of
relish
for
‘the
pure
wells
of
English
undefiled,’
it
may
be
matter
for
congratulation
that
he
has
had
the
opportunity
of
improving
his
taste
by
holding
converse
with
an
elegant
and
refined
member
of
the
British
aristocracy.
But
from
some
mundane
failings
who
is
altogether
free?”
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