“A number of the Times, five days old, had been in constant demand in all the sitting-rooms of a certain inn in a little mountain village of North Wales, through a long July morning.” (Gaskell)

“…the grandeur of this beautiful earth absorbed all idea of separate and individual existence.” (Gaskell)

“Remember, I have no companion but you in this out-of-the-way place.” (Gaskell)