The Grey Woman and other TalesGaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
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The Grey Woman and other Tales
Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
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THE GREY WOMAN
AND
OTHER TALES.
MRS. GASKELL
SMITH ELDER & Co
65 CORNHILL
1865]
THE GREY WOMAN.
AND OTHER TALES.
BY MRS. GASKELL,
AUTHOR OF “MARY BARTON,” “NORTH AND SOUTH,” “SYLVIA’S
LOVERS,” “COUSIN PHILLIS,” “CRANFORD,” ETC.
ILLUSTRATED EDITION.
LONDON:
SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 65, CORNHILL.
M.DCCC.LXV.
[_The Right of Translation is reserved._]
CONTENTS. PAGE
THE GREY WOMAN 5
CURIOUS IF TRUE 82
SIX WEEKS AT HEPPENHEIM 105
LIBBIE MARSH’S THREE ERAS 158
CHRISTMAS STORMS AND SUNSHINE 197
HAND AND HEART 213
BESSY’S TROUBLES AT HOME 240
DISAPPEARANCES 267
THE GREY WOMAN.
PORTION I.
There is a mill by the Neckar-side, to which many people resort for
coffee, according to the fashion which is almost national in Germany.
There is nothing particularly attractive in the situation of this mill;
it is on the Mannheim (the flat and unromantic) side of Heidelberg.
The river turns the mill-wheel with a plenteous gushing sound; the
out-buildings and the dwelling-house of the miller form a well-kept
dusty quadrangle. Again, further from the river, there is a garden
full of willows, and arbours, and flower-beds not well kept, but very
profuse in flowers and luxuriant creepers, knotting and looping the
arbours together. In each of these arbours is a stationary table of
white painted wood, and light moveable chairs of the same colour and
material.
I went to drink coffee there with some friends in 184—. The stately old
miller came out to greet us, as some of the party were known to him of
old. He was of a grand build of a man, and his loud musical voice, with
its tone friendly and familiar, his rolling laugh of welcome, went well
with the keen bright eye, the fine cloth of his coat, and the general
look of substance about the place. Poultry of all kinds abounded in
the mill-yard, where there were ample means of livelihood for them
strewed on the ground; but not content with this, the miller took out
handfuls of corn from the sacks, and threw liberally to the cocks and
hens that ran almost under his feet in their eagerness. And all the
time he was doing this, as it were habitually, he was talking to us,
and ever and anon calling to his daughter and the serving-maids, to bid
them hasten the coffee we had ordered. He followed us to an arbour, and
saw us served to his satisfaction with the best of everything we could
ask for; and then left us to go round to the different arbours and see
that each party was properly attended to; and, as he went, this great,
prosperous, happy-looking man whistled softly one of the most plaintive
airs I ever heard.
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