The sweet hugs between father and daughter/mother and son were born of harsh circumstances where the assurance of love was needed to buoy determination and strength to meet the future. But the final body-to-body embrace at the end of the book is not one born of hardship, but of unfathomable hope and joy!
I love the ending of Gaskell’s novel, where so much repressed love explodes into barely controlled passion!
By the time of this final scene, it has been about two years since the riot and John’s declaration of love for her. For nearly two years, they each have been suffering from the belief that the other did not love them.
When John comes to London, he hasn’t seen Margaret in over a year. When they are finally alone in in a room together, the passionate tension between them is palpable in every motion—every word. So when Margaret reveals her wish to loan him all her money to save his mill, the tension unravels:
His voice was hoarse, and trembling with tender passion, as he said:
“Margaret!”
For an instant she looked up; and then sought to veil her luminous eyes by dropping her forehead on her hands. Again, stepping nearer, he besought her with another tremulous eager call upon her name.
“Margaret!”
Still lower went the head; more closely hidden was the face, almost resting on the table before her. He came close to her. He knelt by her side, to bring his face to a level with her ear; and whispered—panted out the words:—
“Take care.—If you do not speak—I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way.—Send me away at once, if I must go;—Margaret!”
At that third call she turned her face, still covered with her small white hands, towards him, and laid it on his shoulder, hiding it even there; and it was too delicious to feel her soft cheek against his, for him to wish to see either deep blushes or loving eyes. He clasped her close. But they both kept silence.
Imagine the power of that “He clasped her close.”
He held her silently for a time while all that pent-up, agonized longing vanishes with the incredible realization that she loves him—his suffering turned to indescribable hope and joy.
She feels the same incredulous wonder as he holds her tight.
They will no longer be alone. A whole new life spreads before them! Words cannot convey the depth of feeling reverberating within them at this supreme moment.
THIS is the power of a long, silent hug.
And in this case, a few extra moments of “delicious silence” is just icing on the cake!