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英文名著3000 本 Lizzie Leigh by Elizabeth Gaskell 1 英文名著3000 本 CHAPTER I. When Death is present in a household on a Christmas Day, the very contrast between the time as it now is, and the day as it has often been, gives a poignancy to sorrow--a mre utter blankness to the desolation. James Leigh died just as the far-away bells of Rochdale Church were ringing for morning service on Christmas Day, 1836. A few minutes before his death, he opened his already glazing eyes, and made a sign to his wife, by the faint mtion of his lips, that he had yet something to say. She stooped close down, and caught the broken whisper, I forgive her, Annie! May God forgive me! Oh, my love, my dear! only get well, and I will never cease showing my thanks for those words. May God in heaven bless thee for saying them. Thourt not so 2 英文名著3000 本 restless, my lad! may be--Oh, God! For even while she spoke he died. They had been two-and-twenty years man and wife; for nineteen of those years their life had been as calm and happy as the most perfect uprightness on the one side, and the most complete confidence and loving submission on the other, could make it. Miltons famous line might have been framed and hung up as the rule of their married life,for he was truly the interpreter, who stood between God and her; she would have considered herself wicked if she had ever dared even to think him austere, though as certainly as