Thursday, January 13, 2011

Heaven trembled between the forked tongues of fire.

Margaret Hale: I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white.

1 comment:

  1. This is the only Gaskell novel I've ever read, and I remember thinking Hale's love interest was even more sinister than Mr. Rochester.