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"The nights were frosty, the mornings and evenings were misty, but at midday all was sunny and bright ... We found the great clothes baskets full of apples, scenting the house and stopping up the way ... The yellow leaves hung on the trees ready to flutter down at the slightest puff of air; the Michaelmas daisies in the kitchen garden were making their last show of flowers."

"I went to bed, and dreamed that I was as tall as cousin Phillis, and had a sudden and miraculous growth of whisker, and a still more miraculous acquaintance with Latin and Greek. Alas! I wakened up still a short, beardless lad, with 'tempus fugit' for my sole remembrance of the little Latin I had once learned." 😂

Well that took a tragic turn

"The snow had fallen heavily over the dark, waving moorland, before the day of the funeral. The black storm-laden dome of heaven lay very still and close upon the white earth, as they carried the body forth out of the house which had known his presence so long as its ruling power ... the great white flakes which came slowly down were the boding forerunners of a heavy storm." I loooove love love Gaskell's writing!!