Mary Barton

Mary Barton
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HarperCollins is proud to present its new range of best-loved, essential classics.‘We're their slaves as long as we can work; we pile up their fortunes with the sweat of our brows, and yet we are to live as separate as if we were in two worlds…’Set in the industrial unrest of 1840s Manchester, Mary Barton is a factory-worker's daughter living a working-class life in Victorian England. She soon attracts the attentions of the mill-owner's son, Harry Carson, and in the hope that marrying him will improve her prospects and help her to transcend class boundaries, she rejects her former lover Jem Wilson.However, when Harry is shot the main suspect is Jem and Mary finds herself torn between the two men. At the same time, she discovers that her father, John Barton, who has been active in fighting for the rights of his fellow workers is implicated in the murder. Gaskell's exploration of the class division and the oppression of the working-class is demonstrated effectively through the character of Mary, highlighting how lack of communication and mistrust can arise through such vast differences in lifestyle and wealth.

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MARY BARTON

CONTENTS

Cover

Title Page

Chapter 10: Return of the Prodigal

Chapter 11: Mr Carson’s Intentions Revealed

Chapter 12: Old Alice’s Bairn

Chapter 13: A Traveller’s Tales

Chapter 14: Jem’s Interview with Poor Esther

Chapter 15: A Violent Meeting between the Rivals

Chapter 16: Meeting Between Masters and Workmen

Chapter 17: Barton’s Night Errand

Chapter 18: Murder

Chapter 19: Jem Wilson Arrested on Suspicion

Chapter 20: Mary’s Dream – and the Awakening

Chapter 21: Esther’s Motive in Seeking Mary

Chapter 22: Mary’s Efforts to Prove an Alibi

Chapter 23: The Sub-Pœna

Chapter 24: With the Dying

Chapter 25: Mrs Wilson’s Determination

Chapter 26: The Journey to Liverpool

Chapter 27: In the Liverpool Docks

Chapter 28: ‘John Cropper’, Ahoy!

Chapter 29: A True Bill against Jem

Chapter 30: Job Legh’s Deception

Chapter 31: How Mary Passed the Night

Chapter 32: The Trial and Verdict – ‘Not Guilty!’

Chapter 33: Requiescat in Pace

Chapter 34: The Return Home

Chapter 35: ‘Forgive us our Trespasses’

Chapter 36: Jem’s Interview with Mr Duncombe

Chapter 37: Details Connected with the Murder

Chapter 38: Conclusion

Classic Literature: Words and Phrases Adapted from the Collins English Dictionary

About the Author

History of Collins

Copyright

About the Publisher

Three years ago I became anxious (from circumstances that need not be more fully alluded to) to employ myself in writing a work of fiction. Living in Manchester, but with a deep relish and fond admiration for the country, my first thought was to find a frame-work for my story in some rural scene; and I had already made a little progress in a tale, the period of which was more than a century ago, and the place on the borders of Yorkshire, when I bethought me how deep might be the romance in the lives of some of those who elbowed me daily in the busy streets of the town in which I resided. I had always felt a deep sympathy with the care-worn men, who looked as if doomed to struggle through their lives in strange alternations between work and want; tossed to and fro by circumstances, apparently in even a greater degree than other men. A little manifestation of this sympathy, and a little attention to the expression of feelings on the part of some of the work-people with whom I was acquainted, had laid open to me the hearts of one or two of the more thoughtful among them; I saw that they were sore and irritable against the rich, the even tenor of whose seemingly happy lives appeared to increase the anguish caused by the lottery-like nature of their own. Whether the bitter complaints made by them of the neglect which they experienced from the prosperous – especially from the masters whose fortunes they had helped to build up – were well-founded or no, it is not for me to judge. It is enough to say, that this belief of the injustice and unkindness which they endure from their fellow-creatures taints what might be resignation to God’s will, and turns it to revenge in many of the poor uneducated factory-workers of Manchester.

The more I reflected on this unhappy state of things between those so bound to each other by common interests, as the employers and the employed must ever be, the more anxious I became to give some utterance to the agony which, from time to time, convulses this dumb people; the agony of suffering without the sympathy of the happy, or of erroneously believing that such is the case. If it be an error that the woes, which come with ever returning tide-like flood to overwhelm the workmen in our manufacturing towns, pass unregarded by all but the sufferers, it is at any rate an error so bitter in its consequences to all parties, that whatever public effort can do in the way of merciful deeds, or helpless love in the way of ‘widow’s mites’ could do, should be done, and that speedily, to disabuse the work-people of so miserable a misapprehension. At present they seem to me to be left in a state, wherein lamentations and tears are thrown aside as useless, but in which the lips are compressed for curses, and the hands clenched and ready to smite.

I know nothing of Political Economy, or the theories of trade. I have tried to write truthfully; and if my accounts agree or clash with any system, the agreement or disagreement is unintentional.

To myself the idea which I have formed of the state of feeling among too many of the factory-people in Manchester, and which I endeavoured to represent in this tale (completed above a year ago), has received some confirmation from the events which have so recently occurred among a similar class on the Continent.

October, 1848

A Mysterious Disappearance

‘Oh! ’tis hard, ’tis hard to be working



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