By Elizabeth Gaskell

“Then she would sit at the window, looking out on the dreary prospect till her eyes were often blinded by tears; and, partly to shake off thoughts and recollections, the indulgence in which she felt to be productive of no good, and partly to have some ideas to dwell upon during the coming week beyond those suggested by the constant view of the same room, she would carry her Bible, and place herself in the window-seat on the wide landing, which commanded the street in front of the house.”

Excerpt From: Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. “Ruth.” iBooks.
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Shake them blues away.