[last lines]
John Thornton:
You're coming home with me.
Hannah Thornton:
A mother's love holds fast and forever. A girl's love is like a puff of smoke - it changes with every wind.
Margaret Hale:
I believe I've seen hell and it's white, it's snow white.
Nicholas Higgins:
Reckon I'll leave my brains at home, then.
John Thornton:
[When Margaret is leaving Milton in a carriage] Look back at me.
John Thornton:
Was...was the lady who told you to ask me Miss Hale?
Nicholas Higgins:
*nods* Would it have made it more or less likely for you to give me a job?
John Thornton:
*glares at Higgins and leaves*复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
