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Wives and Daughters

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Elizabeth Gaskell
Elizabeth Gaskell

Elizabeth Gaskell was a British novelist born on September 29, 1810, in Manchester. Her works primarily depicted the social life of Britain during the Industrial Revolution, focusing on the lives of the working class. Gaskell is renowned for her delicate emotional portrayal and profound social insight, with notable works including 'Mary Barton' and 'North and South'. more

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