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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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Miss
Jenkyns
came
home
in
a
silent
mood,
and
we
durst
not
ask
her
many
questions.
She
told
us
that
Miss
Jessie
had
fainted,
and
that
she
and
Miss
Pole
had
had
some
difficulty
in
bringing
her
round;
but
that,
as
soon
as
she
recovered,
she
begged
one
of
them
to
go
and
sit
with
her
sister.
“Mr
Hoggins
says
she
cannot
live
many
days,
and
she
shall
be
spared
this
shock,”
said
Miss
Jessie,
shivering
with
feelings
to
which
she
dared
not
give
way.
“But
how
can
you
manage,
my
dear?”
asked
Miss
Jenkyns;
“you
cannot
bear
up,
she
must
see
your
tears.”
“God
will
help
me—
I
will
not
give
way—
she
was
asleep
when
the
news
came;
she
may
be
asleep
yet.
She
would
be
so
utterly
miserable,
not
merely
at
my
father’s
death,
but
to
think
of
what
would
become
of
me;
she
is
so
good
to
me.”
She
looked
up
earnestly
in
their
faces
with
her
soft
true
eyes,
and
Miss
Pole
told
Miss
Jenkyns
afterwards
she
could
hardly
bear
it,
knowing,
as
she
did,
how
Miss
Brown
treated
her
sister.
However,
it
was
settled
according
to
Miss
Jessie’s
wish.
Miss
Brown
was
to
be
told
her
father
had
been
summoned
to
take
a
short
journey
on
railway
business.
They
had
managed
it
in
some
way—
Miss
Jenkyns
could
not
exactly
say
how.
Miss
Pole
was
to
stop
with
Miss
Jessie.
Mrs
Jamieson
had
sent
to
inquire.
And
this
was
all
we
heard
that
night;
and
a
sorrowful
night
it
was.
The
next
day
a
full
account
of
the
fatal
accident
was
in
the
county
paper
which
Miss
Jenkyns
took
in.
Her
eyes
were
very
weak,
she
said,
and
she
asked
me
to
read
it.
When
I
came
to
the
“gallant
gentleman
was
deeply
engaged
in
the
perusal
of
a
number
of
‘Pickwick,’
which
he
had
just
received,”
Miss
Jenkyns
shook
her
head
long
and
solemnly,
and
then
sighed
out,
“Poor,
dear,
infatuated
man!”
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