But Mr. Hale Resolved That He Would

In The First Place, Cranford Is In Possession Of The Amazons; All The Holders Of Houses Above A Certain Rent Are Women. If A Married Couple Come To Settle In The Town, Somehow The Gentleman Disappears; He Is Either Fairly Frightened To Death By Being The Only Man In The Cranford Parties, Or He Is Accounted For By Being With His Regiment, His Hip, Or Closely Engaged In Business All The Week In The Great Neighbouring Commercial Town Of Drumble, Distant Only Twenty Miles On A Railroad. In Short, Whatever Does Become Of The Gentlemen, They Are Not At Cranford.

"mr. Thornton," Said Margaret, Shaking All Over With Her Passion, "go Down This Instant, If You Are Not A Coward. Go Down And Face Them Like A Man. Save These Poor Strangers, Whom You Have Decoyed Here. Speak To Your Workmen As If They Were Human Beings. Speak To Them Kindly. Don't Let The Soldiers Come In And Cut Down Poor-creatures Who Are Driven Mad. I See One There Who Is. If You Have Any Courage Or Noble Quality In You, Go Out And Speak To Them, Man To Man."

She Never Called Her Son By Any Name But John; 'love' And 'dear', And Such Like Terms, Were Reserved For Fanny.

Margaret The Churchwoman, Her Father The Dissenter, Higgins The Infidel, Knelt Down Together. It Did Them No Harm.

Of All Faults The One She Most Despised In Others Was The Want Of Bravery; The Meanness Of Heart Which Leads To Untruth.