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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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“Where
was
Mr
Peter?”
said
I.
“He
had
made
his
way
to
Liverpool;
and
there
was
war
then;
and
some
of
the
king’s
ships
lay
off
the
mouth
of
the
Mersey;
and
they
were
only
too
glad
to
have
a
fine
likely
boy
such
as
him
(five
foot
nine
he
was),
come
to
offer
himself.
The
captain
wrote
to
my
father,
and
Peter
wrote
to
my
mother.
Stay!
those
letters
will
be
somewhere
here.”
We
lighted
the
candle,
and
found
the
captain’s
letter
and
Peter’s
too.
And
we
also
found
a
little
simple
begging
letter
from
Mrs
Jenkyns
to
Peter,
addressed
to
him
at
the
house
of
an
old
schoolfellow
whither
she
fancied
he
might
have
gone.
They
had
returned
it
unopened;
and
unopened
it
had
remained
ever
since,
having
been
inadvertently
put
by
among
the
other
letters
of
that
time.
This
is
it:—
“MY
DEAREST
PETER,—
You
did
not
think
we
should
be
so
sorry
as
we
are,
I
know,
or
you
would
never
have
gone
away.
You
are
too
good.
Your
father
sits
and
sighs
till
my
heart
aches
to
hear
him.
He
cannot
hold
up
his
head
for
grief;
and
yet
he
only
did
what
he
thought
was
right.
Perhaps
he
has
been
too
severe,
and
perhaps
I
have
not
been
kind
enough;
but
God
knows
how
we
love
you,
my
dear
only
boy.
Don
looks
so
sorry
you
are
gone.
Come
back,
and
make
us
happy,
who
love
you
so
much.
I
know
you
will
come
back.”
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