In the canon
Gothic Tales
- Form
- Form Short Story Collection
- Year
- Year 1858
- Pages
- Pages 380
Snow on the Northumberland fells, and a child at the nursery window sees another child outside in the drifts, barefoot, beating on the glass to be let in. Gaskell tells it the way a servant tells a thing by the fire, patient and sure of every detail, which is what makes it unbearable when the great organ starts up in the empty hall with every one of its pipes broken.
You know, my dears, that your mother was an orphan, and an only child
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