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pagina 1 ELIZABETH GASKELL NORTH AND SOUTH Beseking hym lowly, of mercy and pite, Of its rude makyng to have compassion. VOLUME I CHAPTER I HASTE TO THE WEDDING Wooed and married and a. Edith! said Margaret, gently, Edith! Edith is asleep, Aunt Shaw. Is it anything I can do? Ah Newton! said she, I think we shall all be sorry to leave this dear old room. Ah, I knew how you would be amused to find us all so occupied in admiring finery. But really Indian shawls are very perfect things of their kind. I have no doubt they are. Their prices are very perfect, too. Nothing wanting. The gentlemen came dropping in one by one, and the buzz and noise deepened in tone. This is your last dinner-party, is it not? There are no more before Thursday? Cinderellas godmother ordering the trousseau, the wedding-breakfast, writing the notes of invitation, for instance, said Mr. Lennox, laughing. No, I dont think you are. The idea of stately simplicity accords well with your character. It is natural for me to think of Helstone church, and the walk to it, rather than of driving up to a London church in the middle of a paved street. And flowering all the year round, especially at Christmas--make your picture complete, said he. No, replied Margaret, somewhat annoyed, I am not making a picture. I am trying to describe Helstone as it really is. You should not have said that. I am penitent, he answered. Only it really sounded like a village in a tale rather than in real life. Indeed, I would not. But I see you are going to be very resolved. Well, then, tell me that which I should like still better to know:what the parsonage is like. Oh, I cant describe my home. It is home, and I cant put its charm into words. I submit. You are rather severe to-night, Margaret. How? said she, turning her large soft eyes round full upon him. I did not know I was. But indeed I cannot tell you about