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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.
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.
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