“... out of my bedroom and installed myself at the top of the stairs, which looked straight down to the hall. I could count on my mother’s absence, so there was no risk of reprimand. My father opened the front door, there was a quick wheel of sunlight, and my aunt entered. I remember nothing much about her except that she was slim and dark-haired, with darkish ...”

“... them as twenty years ought to make). She may have made Gaskell up altogether. The parsonage hall is accurately rendered; perhaps Hassall took it from life.It’s not a particularly remarkable image, just the sort one comes across by accident, one of the many that illustrated the Brontës’ novels and books about them, as well as romances of famous ...”