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“If all the world spoke, acted, or kept silence with intent to deceive, --if dearest interests were at stake, and dearest lives in peril, --if no one should ever know of her truth or her falsehood to measure out their honour or contempt for her by, straight alone where she stood, in the presence of God, she prayed that she might have strength to speak and act the truth for evermore.”

Quote by Elizabeth Gaskell

Work

North and South

Elizabeth Gaskell's classic novel delves into the lives of Margaret Hale and her family as they relocate from the North to the industrialized South of England. The story examines themes of social reform, class struggle, and personal growth amidst the backdrop of the burgeoning industrial revolution. more

Author

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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