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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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“Deborah
said
to
me,
the
day
of
my
mother’s
funeral,
that
if
she
had
a
hundred
offers
she
never
would
marry
and
leave
my
father.
It
was
not
very
likely
she
would
have
so
many—
I
don’t
know
that
she
had
one;
but
it
was
not
less
to
her
credit
to
say
so.
She
was
such
a
daughter
to
my
father
as
I
think
there
never
was
before
or
since.
His
eyes
failed
him,
and
she
read
book
after
book,
and
wrote,
and
copied,
and
was
always
at
his
service
in
any
parish
business.
She
could
do
many
more
things
than
my
poor
mother
could;
she
even
once
wrote
a
letter
to
the
bishop
for
my
father.
But
he
missed
my
mother
sorely;
the
whole
parish
noticed
it.
Not
that
he
was
less
active;
I
think
he
was
more
so,
and
more
patient
in
helping
every
one.
I
did
all
I
could
to
set
Deborah
at
liberty
to
be
with
him;
for
I
knew
I
was
good
for
little,
and
that
my
best
work
in
the
world
was
to
do
odd
jobs
quietly,
and
set
others
at
liberty.
But
my
father
was
a
changed
man.”
“Did
Mr
Peter
ever
come
home?”
“Yes,
once.
He
came
home
a
lieutenant;
he
did
not
get
to
be
admiral.
And
he
and
my
father
were
such
friends!
My
father
took
him
into
every
house
in
the
parish,
he
was
so
proud
of
him.
He
never
walked
out
without
Peter’s
arm
to
lean
upon.
Deborah
used
to
smile
(I
don’t
think
we
ever
laughed
again
after
my
mother’s
death),
and
say
she
was
quite
put
in
a
corner.
Not
but
what
my
father
always
wanted
her
when
there
was
letter-writing
or
reading
to
be
done,
or
anything
to
be
settled.”
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