Elizabeth Gaskell

Mr. Thornton was a good deal more surprised and discomfited than she. Instead of a quiet, middle-aged clergyman, a young lady came forward with frank dignity,—a young lady of a different type to most of those he was in the habit of seeing.

partly for the pleasure she had in being coaxed out of her dislike by her fond lover, and partly because anything of a gipsy or make-shift life was really distasteful to her.

I beg your pardon,—but, can you tell me how Mr. Hale is? And
Miss Hale, too? I should like to know how they both are.'

berth in the force.'