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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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No!
there
was
nothing
she
could
teach
to
the
rising
generation
of
Cranford,
unless
they
had
been
quick
learners
and
ready
imitators
of
her
patience,
her
humility,
her
sweetness,
her
quiet
contentment
with
all
that
she
could
not
do.
I
pondered
and
pondered
until
dinner
was
announced
by
Martha,
with
a
face
all
blubbered
and
swollen
with
crying.
Miss
Matty
had
a
few
little
peculiarities
which
Martha
was
apt
to
regard
as
whims
below
her
attention,
and
appeared
to
consider
as
childish
fancies
of
which
an
old
lady
of
fifty-eight
should
try
and
cure
herself.
But
to-day
everything
was
attended
to
with
the
most
careful
regard.
The
bread
was
cut
to
the
imaginary
pattern
of
excellence
that
existed
in
Miss
Matty’s
mind,
as
being
the
way
which
her
mother
had
preferred,
the
curtain
was
drawn
so
as
to
exclude
the
dead
brick
wall
of
a
neighbour’s
stable,
and
yet
left
so
as
to
show
every
tender
leaf
of
the
poplar
which
was
bursting
into
spring
beauty.
Martha’s
tone
to
Miss
Matty
was
just
such
as
that
good,
rough-spoken
servant
usually
kept
sacred
for
little
children,
and
which
I
had
never
heard
her
use
to
any
grown-up
person.
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