Ruth

by Elizabeth Gaskell

The daily life into which people are born, and into which they are absorbed before they are well aware, forms chains which only one in a hundred has moral

Those summer mornings were happy, for she was learning neither to look backwards nor forwards, but to live faithfully and earnestly in the present.

The scroll of Fate was closed, and they could not foresee the Future; and yet, if they could have seen it, though they might have shrunk fearfully at first, they would have smiled and thanked God when all was done and said.

she feared she loved her child too much, yet could not, would not, love him less;