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"Look! Mas' Don, look!" | Jem Wimble | rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watching the eccentric-looking | eye. "Well, he is a rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watching the eccentric-looking little creature, which ran forward | the bird, which stopped short, and held its head down comically, looking first at Jem, and then at the berry. With a rapid twist it turned its head on the other side, and performed the same operation with the left eye. "Well, he is a rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watchi... | he arn't got no wings and no tail. Hi! Cocky, how did you get your beak bent that way? Look as if you'd had it caught in a gate. Have another?" Jem took up a large raspberry-like fruit that he had picked some time before, and held it out to the bird, which stopped short, and held its head down comically, looking first ... | quick, too. Now, just look at that." Either the same or another of the little birds came out of the undergrowth, peering about in the most eccentric manner, and without displaying the least alarm. "Just look at him, Jem." "Look at him, Mas' Don? I am a-looking at him with all my eyes. He's a beauty, he is. Why, if I... | "Yes, it would be fine," said Jem, with his mouth and hands full. "We ought to go up that mountain some day. I've never been up a mountain. Hi! Wos!" This was shouted at another of the peculiar-looking little birds which ran swiftly out of the undergrowth, gave each in turn a comical look, and then seized a good-size... | feet high." "Not when he's young," said Jem. "That's a little one. Shouldn't wonder if there's some more." "You may be right, Jem, but I don't think there are ostriches here." "Well, I like that," said Jem, "when we've just seen one. I knew it directly. There used to be a picture of one in my old reading-book when I... | long." "Here's another bit," said Don, finding a similar sized piece, and thrusting it into the basket. "Couldn't we make some matches, Jem?" "Couldn't we make some matches? Why, of course we could. There's plenty of brimstone, I'm going to try and manage a tinder-box after a time." They again walked on in silence, c... | Don Lavington | eye. "Well, he is a rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watching the eccentric-looking little creature, which ran forward | {
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For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired. | No speaker | why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.</|quote|>"I've come for tea and | "I know. I can't think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.</|quote|>"I've come for tea and for gossip. Isn't this news?" | tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?" "I should say so. Food is the thing one does get here--Don't sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it." "Pfui!" "I know," said Cecil. "I know. I can't think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furnit... | into more congenial circles as soon as possible. "Mr. Beebe!" said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy's praise of him in her letters from Florence. Cecil greeted him rather critically. "I've come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that ... | him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy--" "He is only a boy," he reflected. "I represent... | reasons for her delay, but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her a long account. Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy's chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table. There he saw "... | Freddy, as if taking orders. "Yes, you go with Lucy." They passed into the sunlight. Cecil watched them cross the terrace, and descend out of sight by the steps. They would descend--he knew their ways--past the shrubbery, and past the tennis-lawn and the dahlia-bed, until they reached the kitchen garden, and there, in ... | that really mattered were unshaken. So now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay, but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her... | A Room With A View | "I know. I can't think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.</|quote|>"I've come for tea and for gossip. Isn't this news?" | {
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"It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on." | Lord Henry | dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on."</|quote|>"How fond you are of | fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on."</|quote|>"How fond you are of saying dangerous things, Harry! In | me to wait for an answer," he murmured. Dorian put the letter into his pocket. "Tell her Grace that I am coming in," he said, coldly. The man turned round and went rapidly in the direction of the house. "How fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that ... | my doctor, when we get back to town." Dorian heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the gardener approaching. The man touched his hat, glanced for a moment at Lord Henry in a hesitating manner, and then produced a letter, which he handed to his master. "Her Grace told me to wait for an answer," he murmured. Dorian put the l... | I have no terror of death. It is the coming of death that terrifies me. Its monstrous wings seem to wheel in the leaden air around me. Good heavens! don t you see a man moving behind the trees there, watching me, waiting for me?" Lord Henry looked in the direction in which the trembling gloved hand was pointing. "Yes,"... | But there is no use talking about the matter." Dorian shook his head. "It is a bad omen, Harry. I feel as if something horrible were going to happen to some of us. To myself, perhaps," he added, passing his hand over his eyes, with a gesture of pain. The elder man laughed. "The only horrible thing in the world is _ennu... | an ass the man was to get in front of the guns! Stop shooting there!" he called out at the top of his voice. "A man is hurt." The head-keeper came running up with a stick in his hand. "Where, sir? Where is he?" he shouted. At the same time, the firing ceased along the line. "Here," answered Sir Geoffrey angrily, hurryi... | But we are not likely to suffer from it unless these fellows keep chattering about this thing at dinner. I must tell them that the subject is to be tabooed. As for omens, there is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that. Besides, what on earth could happen to yo... | The Picture Of Dorian Gray | fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on."</|quote|>"How fond you are of saying dangerous things, Harry! In | {
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she said. | No speaker | "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom does she belong? | a long look at her. "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom does she belong? Do you know her? Who | according to which, at given moments, the odds might group themselves. Always she staked large coins, and either lost or won one, two, or three thousand francs a day, but not more; after which she would depart. The Grandmother took a long look at her. "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom do... | attendants, she always had a seat provided for her; and, taking some gold and a few thousand-franc notes out of her pocket would begin quietly, coldly, and after much calculation, to stake, and mark down the figures in pencil on a paper, as though striving to work out a system according to which, at given moments, the ... | to return it all. What a fool the fellow is!" and the old lady turned sharply away. On the left, among the players at the other half of the table, a young lady was playing, with, beside her, a dwarf. Who the dwarf may have been whether a relative or a person whom she took with her to act as a foil I do not know; but I ... | and advising and directing his play). Yet never once did the player throw him a glance as he staked and staked, and raked in his winnings. Evidently, the player in question was dead to all besides. For a few minutes the Grandmother watched him. "Go and tell him," suddenly she exclaimed with a nudge at my elbow, "go and... | officious agents (especially one or two ruined Poles of the kind who keep offering their services to successful gamblers and foreigners in general) at once found and cleared a space for the old lady among the crush, at the very centre of one of the tables, and next to the chief croupier; after which they wheeled her ch... | loud speaking, since to do so disturbed the calculations of the players, and might lead to our being ejected. "How provoking!" she retorted. "Then the young man is done for! I suppose he _wishes_ to be ruined. Yet I could not bear to see him have to return it all. What a fool the fellow is!" and the old lady turned sha... | The Gambler | a long look at her. "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom does she belong? Do you know her? Who | {
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"Oh, have we?" | Don Lavington | such thoughts as that now."<|quote|>"Oh, have we?"</|quote|>said Jem sarcastically; and then | suppose we've given up all such thoughts as that now."<|quote|>"Oh, have we?"</|quote|>said Jem sarcastically; and then there was silence for a | anchor, and since the first day neither of us has been out in a boat." "Hasn't been our turn, Jem." "Well, p'r'aps not, sir; but it do seem strange. Just as if they thought we should slip away." "And I suppose we've given up all such thoughts as that now."<|quote|>"Oh, have we?"</|quote|>said Jem sarcastically; and th... | inland. "I say," said Jem one morning, as he and Don stood gazing over the side of the ship at the verdant shores. "Well, Jem, what do you say?" "Has that ugly-looking chap Ramsden been telling tales about us?" "I don't know; why?" "Because here's a fortnight we've been at anchor, and since the first day neither of us ... | Jem should have the hammock next to his; and that night, with the soft air playing in through the open port-hole, they listened to the faint sounds on shore, where the savages were evidently feasting, and discussed in a whisper the possibility of getting away. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. AN INVITATION. It seemed to Don that th... | high land, and the water was as smooth as a lake. There, about five hundred yards from the shore, the canoe stopped, and almost at the same moment the water shallowed, so that the man in the bows got soundings in ten fathoms; directly after, nine; then eight; and eight again, at which depth the water seemed to remain. ... | lead." The men rowed steadily on after the first canoe, and the man with the lead kept on making casts, but getting no bottom except at an excessive depth, as they went on, the scene growing more beautiful as each point was passed. The other canoes followed, and a curious thrill ran through Don, as he felt how helples... | if feeling that the fate of all on board depended upon his stringent regulations, the captain only allowed about half-a-dozen of the savage-looking people to come on board at a time. By a little management Don had contrived that Jem should have the hammock next to his; and that night, with the soft air playing in throu... | Don Lavington | suppose we've given up all such thoughts as that now."<|quote|>"Oh, have we?"</|quote|>said Jem sarcastically; and then there was silence for a | {
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"I don't think it'll really help me, Burra Sahib." | Adela Quested | a bad notion, a peg."<|quote|>"I don't think it'll really help me, Burra Sahib."</|quote|>"You sent brandy down to | go. "Drink it up; not a bad notion, a peg."<|quote|>"I don't think it'll really help me, Burra Sahib."</|quote|>"You sent brandy down to the Court, didn't you, Mary?" | "Sorry, my dear; take your time. . . . Was your chhota hazri all right?" "I can't eat; might I have a little brandy?" she asked, deserting Jehovah. When it was brought, she shuddered, and said she was ready to go. "Drink it up; not a bad notion, a peg."<|quote|>"I don't think it'll really help me, Burra Sahib."</|quote... | Marabar, it had been in her mind as she entered the fatal cave. Was she capable of loving anyone? "Miss Quested, Adela, what d'ye call yourself, it's half-past seven; we ought to think of starting for that Court when you feel inclined." "She's saying her prayers," came the Collector's voice. "Sorry, my dear; take your ... | that moved them; she was the English girl who had had the terrible experience, and for whom too much could not be done. No one, except Ronny, had any idea of what passed in her mind, and he only dimly, for where there is officialism every human relationship suffers. In her sadness she said to him, "I bring you nothing ... | hitch and be immobilized into a car of stone, and at such moments the destiny of the English seems to resemble their predecessors', who also entered the country with intent to refashion it, but were in the end worked into its pattern and covered with its dust. Adela, after years of intellectualism, had resumed her morn... | or the other untouched places; neither Delhi nor Agra nor the Rajputana cities nor Kashmir, nor the obscurer marvels that had sometimes shone through men's speech: the bilingual rock of Girnar, the statue of Shri Belgola, the ruins of Mandu and Hampi, temples of Khajraha, gardens of Shalimar. As she drove through the h... | cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted Balder, Persephone but here the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and... | A Passage To India | go. "Drink it up; not a bad notion, a peg."<|quote|>"I don't think it'll really help me, Burra Sahib."</|quote|>"You sent brandy down to the Court, didn't you, Mary?" | {
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I said stoutly. | No speaker | torment.” “I don’t believe it,”<|quote|>I said stoutly.</|quote|>“I almost know it is | and right now he’s in torment.” “I don’t believe it,”<|quote|>I said stoutly.</|quote|>“I almost know it is n’t true.” I did not, | place of torment and would remain there until his family and the priest had prayed a great deal for him. “As I understand it,” Jake concluded, “it will be a matter of years to pray his soul out of Purgatory, and right now he’s in torment.” “I don’t believe it,”<|quote|>I said stoutly.</|quote|>“I almost know it is n’t ... | he liked to be thought insensible to it. He was always coveting distinction, poor Marek! Ambrosch, Jake said, showed more human feeling than he would have supposed him capable of; but he was chiefly concerned about getting a priest, and about his father’s soul, which he believed was in a place of torment and would rema... | turkey you hang out to freeze,” Jake said. The horses and oxen would not go into the barn until he was frozen so hard that there was no longer any smell of blood. They were stabled there now, with the dead man, because there was no other place to keep them. A lighted lantern was kept hanging over Mr. Shimerda’s head. Á... | were sitting there with him. I went over all that Ántonia had ever told me about his life before he came to this country; how he used to play the fiddle at weddings and dances. I thought about the friends he had mourned to leave, the trombone-player, the great forest full of game,—belonging, as Ántonia said, to the “no... | go past the pond and over the hill by the drifted cornfield. Then, for the first time, I realized that I was alone in the house. I felt a considerable extension of power and authority, and was anxious to acquit myself creditably. I carried in cobs and wood from the long cellar, and filled both the stoves. I remembered ... | I remembered his contented face when he was with us on Christmas Day. If he could have lived with us, this terrible thing would never have happened. I knew it was homesickness that had killed Mr. Shimerda, and I wondered whether his released spirit would not eventually find its way back to his own country. I thought of... | My Antonia | and right now he’s in torment.” “I don’t believe it,”<|quote|>I said stoutly.</|quote|>“I almost know it is n’t true.” I did not, | {
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“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” | Theign | shall not speak to him?”<|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.”</|quote|>“Have nothing to do with | I do see him I shall not speak to him?”<|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.”</|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing | father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?”<|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that... | ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been silent?” “It wasn’t her business to tell you--since, you see, she could leave it to me. And I quite expect,” Lady Grace then produced, “that he’ll come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply e... | as if you were presenting him as your--God knows what! You’ve enjoyed a large exchange of ideas, I gather, to have arrived at such unanimity.” And then, as if to fall into no trap he might somehow be laying for her, she dropped all eagerness and rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to ... | view, have made her reel. “You and I, my lady, and your two decent brothers, God be thanked for them, and mine into the bargain, and all the rest, the jolly lot of us, take us together--make us numerous enough without any foreign aid or mixture: if that’s what I understand you to mean!” “You don’t understand me at all-... | comfort,” he demanded, “to hear him, or to make him, abuse me?” “‘Abusing’ you, father dear, has nothing whatever to do with it!” --his daughter had fairly lapsed, with a despairing gesture, to the tenderness involved in her compassion for his perversity. “We look at the thing in a much larger way,” she pursued, not he... | we _want_ you to be! I mean” --she didn’t fear firmly to force it home-- “in the real, the right, the grand sense; the sense that, you see, is so intensely ours.” “‘Ours’?” --he couldn’t but again throw back her word at her. “Isn’t it, damn you, just _in_ ours--?” “No, no,” she interrupted-- “not in _ours!_” She smiled... | The Outcry | I do see him I shall not speak to him?”<|quote|>“What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.”</|quote|>“Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing | {
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As he shook hands and turned away his tragic nose was trembling. I wondered if I had said anything to offend him. | No speaker | myself on you any longer.”<|quote|>As he shook hands and turned away his tragic nose was trembling. I wondered if I had said anything to offend him.</|quote|>“He becomes very sentimental sometimes,” | old, and I won’t impose myself on you any longer.”<|quote|>As he shook hands and turned away his tragic nose was trembling. I wondered if I had said anything to offend him.</|quote|>“He becomes very sentimental sometimes,” explained Gatsby. “This is one | but I belong to another generation,” he announced solemnly. “You sit here and discuss your sports and your young ladies and your—” He supplied an imaginary noun with another wave of his hand. “As for me, I am fifty years old, and I won’t impose myself on you any longer.”<|quote|>As he shook hands and turned away his tr... | a jerk and got to his feet. “I have enjoyed my lunch,” he said, “and I’m going to run off from you two young men before I outstay my welcome.” “Don’t hurry Meyer,” said Gatsby, without enthusiasm. Mr. Wolfshiem raised his hand in a sort of benediction. “You’re very polite, but I belong to another generation,” he announ... | and introduce to your mother and sister.’ ” He paused. “I see you’re looking at my cuff buttons.” I hadn’t been looking at them, but I did now. They were composed of oddly familiar pieces of ivory. “Finest specimens of human molars,” he informed me. “Well!” I inspected them. “That’s a very interesting idea.” “Yeah.” He... | but this time I held out against it. “I don’t like mysteries,” I answered, “and I don’t understand why you won’t come out frankly and tell me what you want. Why has it all got to come through Miss Baker?” “Oh, it’s nothing underhand,” he assured me. “Miss Baker’s a great sportswoman, you know, and she’d never do anythi... | the presbyterian nymphs on the ceiling. “But I like across the street better!” “Yes, highballs,” agreed Gatsby, and then to Mr. Wolfshiem: “It’s too hot over there.” “Hot and small—yes,” said Mr. Wolfshiem, “but full of memories.” “What place is that?” I asked. “The old Metropole.” “The old Metropole,” brooded Mr. Wolf... | again, but this time I held out against it. “I don’t like mysteries,” I answered, “and I don’t understand why you won’t come out frankly and tell me what you want. Why has it all got to come through Miss Baker?” “Oh, it’s nothing underhand,” he assured me. “Miss Baker’s a great sportswoman, you know, and she’d never do... | The Great Gatsby | old, and I won’t impose myself on you any longer.”<|quote|>As he shook hands and turned away his tragic nose was trembling. I wondered if I had said anything to offend him.</|quote|>“He becomes very sentimental sometimes,” explained Gatsby. “This is one | {
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. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, | No speaker | favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing”<|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said,</|... | an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing”<|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on th... | echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing”<|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch p... | Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but... | in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady.... | and her eyes are simply magnificent. What colour are they?” “The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send a truck of fat wethers away next week,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appe... | previously. “I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, bei... | you do not say anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with her, so be careful not to sting her sensitiveness in that respect.” “Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one of the most fascinating faces I’ve seen for some ti... | My Brilliant Career | an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing”<|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on th... | {
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"Ay, ay!" | The officer in charge of the detachment | pressed, and went to sea."<|quote|>"Ay, ay!"</|quote|>said the officer quickly. "And | him and Jem Wimble was pressed, and went to sea."<|quote|>"Ay, ay!"</|quote|>said the officer quickly. "And they deserted, and took to | know the others by their making us prisoners out in the bush." "Where did you know him?" said the officer-- "Norfolk Island?" "No, sir; at Bristol. He worked as labourer in my uncle's yard." "That's right enough," said Mike; "and him and Jem Wimble was pressed, and went to sea."<|quote|>"Ay, ay!"</|quote|>said the off... | Forward!" "No, no; I mean them two," said Mike savagely, as he pointed-- "them two: Don Lavington and Jem Wimble." "Halt!" cried the officer. "Do you know these men?" he said suspiciously. "There, I told you so, Mas' Don," whispered Jem. "I know that man," said Don firmly. "I only know the others by their making us pri... | companion, gruffly. "Memory's short, perhaps," said the officer. "But convicts; we're not convicts," growled Mike. "Gentlemen, p'r'aps, on your travels?" "Yes, that's it," said Mike with effrontery. "Ah! Well then, I shall have to take you on beard His Majesty's ship _Vixen_, where you will probably be hung at the yar... | I hope you will behave as well to them as we have behaved to you. There, go." He finished by pointing away to the north; but instead of going they stood staring till Ngati came forward, and said a few words in their own tongue. The effect was electric; they all shouted, brandished their spears, danced wildly, and ended... | should give them a knife apiece, shake hands with them, and let them go." "What, to come back with the said knives, and kill you all when we're gone!" "They will not come back if you take away the scoundrels who led them on," said Don sharply. "How do you know?" said the officer good-humouredly. "Because," said Don, co... | name, you are free; and if you ever take any English prisoners, I hope you will behave as well to them as we have behaved to you. There, go." He finished by pointing away to the north; but instead of going they stood staring till Ngati came forward, and said a few words in their own tongue. The effect was electric; the... | Don Lavington | him and Jem Wimble was pressed, and went to sea."<|quote|>"Ay, ay!"</|quote|>said the officer quickly. "And they deserted, and took to | {
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said Fagin, looking round. | No speaker | them. "What's the matter here!"<|quote|>said Fagin, looking round.</|quote|>"The girl's gone mad, I | boys returned, dragging Oliver among them. "What's the matter here!"<|quote|>said Fagin, looking round.</|quote|>"The girl's gone mad, I think," replied Sikes, savagely. "No, | kill me first." "Shan't he!" said Sikes, setting his teeth. "I'll soon do that, if you don't keep off." The housebreaker flung the girl from him to the further end of the room, just as the Jew and the two boys returned, dragging Oliver among them. "What's the matter here!"<|quote|>said Fagin, looking round.</|quote|>"T... | struggling to disengage himself from the girl's grasp. "Stand off from me, or I'll split your head against the wall." "I don't care for that, Bill, I don't care for that," screamed the girl, struggling violently with the man, "the child shan't be torn down by the dog, unless you kill me first." "Shan't he!" said Sikes,... | lagged. He's safe enough." Oliver had looked from one to the other, while these words were being spoken, as if he were bewildered, and could scarecely understand what passed; but when Bill Sikes concluded, he jumped suddenly to his feet, and tore wildly from the room: uttering shrieks for help, which made the bare old ... | nursed, when I was near dying of the fever. Oh, pray send them back; send him back the books and money. Keep me here all my life long; but pray, pray send them back. He'll think I stole them; the old lady: all of them who were so kind to me: will think I stole them. Oh, do have mercy upon me, and send them back!" With ... | gentleman, Fagin!" "Delighted to see you looking so well, my dear," said the Jew, bowing with mock humility. "The Artful shall give you another suit, my dear, for fear you should spoil that Sunday one. Why didn't you write, my dear, and say you were coming? We'd have got something warm for supper." At his, Master Bates... | this gentle remonstrance, Mr. Sikes plucked the note from between the Jew's finger and thumb; and looking the old man coolly in the face, folded it up small, and tied it in his neckerchief. "That's for our share of the trouble," said Sikes; "and not half enough, neither. You may keep the books, if you're fond of readin... | Oliver Twist | boys returned, dragging Oliver among them. "What's the matter here!"<|quote|>said Fagin, looking round.</|quote|>"The girl's gone mad, I think," replied Sikes, savagely. "No, | {
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"Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?" | Miss Bartlett | said, after a long pause:<|quote|>"Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?"</|quote|>Lucy was on her guard | in ominous tones that she said, after a long pause:<|quote|>"Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?"</|quote|>Lucy was on her guard at once, knowing by bitter | took her in her arms. Miss Bartlett returned the embrace with tenderness and warmth. But she was not a stupid woman, and she knew perfectly well that Lucy did not love her, but needed her to love. For it was in ominous tones that she said, after a long pause:<|quote|>"Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?"</|quot... | she could never attribute a cause. She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love. The impulse had come before to-day, but never so strongly. She knelt down by her cousin's side and took her in her arms. Miss Bartlett returned ... | train to Rome. Lucy, when admonished, began to move to and fro between the rooms, more conscious of the discomforts of packing by candlelight than of a subtler ill. Charlotte, who was practical without ability, knelt by the side of an empty trunk, vainly endeavouring to pave it with books of varying thickness and size.... | a very lion. Thank God, chivalry is not yet dead. There are still left some men who can reverence woman." As she spoke, she pulled off her rings, of which she wore several, and ranged them upon the pin cushion. Then she blew into her gloves and said: "It will be a push to catch the morning train, but we must try." "Wha... | unrefined. Let us put it down to his deplorable antecedents and education, if you wish. But we are no farther on with our question. What do you propose to do?" An idea rushed across Lucy's brain, which, had she thought of it sooner and made it part of her, might have proved victorious. "I propose to speak to him," said... | modulate out the key of self-abasement in which she had started. Neither of them referred again to her suggestion that she should speak to George and settle the matter, whatever it was, with him. Miss Bartlett became plaintive. "Oh, for a real man! We are only two women, you and I. Mr. Beebe is hopeless. There is Mr. E... | A Room With A View | in ominous tones that she said, after a long pause:<|quote|>"Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?"</|quote|>Lucy was on her guard at once, knowing by bitter | {
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"What is it, Mas' Don?" | Jem Wimble | quarter boats, and lay down.<|quote|>"What is it, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>said Jem in a whisper, | cast by one of the quarter boats, and lay down.<|quote|>"What is it, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>said Jem in a whisper, as soon as they had | for speaking to Jem alone. "We shall get in a row if we are seen," said Jem. "But it's too dark for us to be seen," whispered Don; and this seeming to be the case, they went into the shadow cast by one of the quarter boats, and lay down.<|quote|>"What is it, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>said Jem in a whisper, as soon as they ha... | vive_. Then to avoid suspicion, he hurried down, and had hardly reached the deck again before Ramsden, who had again been below, came once more on deck, and remained watching him till dark. "Let's get under the lee of this bulwark," said Don, when at last he found an opportunity for speaking to Jem alone. "We shall get... | points of a sail. Don ran up as fast as his skill would allow, and had hardly reached the top when Ramsden came back on deck, and began seeking him out. Don paused, out of sight now, to watch the man in turn, and saw him go from place to place, looking about searchingly, and undoubtedly for him. "Hullo, my lad!" said J... | Island, and took up your residence here." The man made no answer for a few moments, but stood looking the officer full in the face. "What island did you say, sir?" he said at last. "Norfolk Island. Am I right?" "I'm a chief of this tribe, sir," said the man sturdily, "and these are my people. I'm not an Englishman no... | as Don watched, he saw him go to the big chief, clap him on the shoulder, and say something which made the great fellow smile. The New Zealanders seemed to show more interest in the appointments of the ship than they had displayed before, and the officers were civil enough to them, exchanging presents, and getting from... | canoe, and it darted away, propelled by fifty paddles, while the lieutenant turned away laughing, and went to the captain. "That man's an escaped convict, or I'm a Dutchman, sir," he said; and they went forward talking. Don cast an eye round for Jem, but he was not in sight. Ramsden was though; and, go where he would ... | Don Lavington | cast by one of the quarter boats, and lay down.<|quote|>"What is it, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>said Jem in a whisper, as soon as they had | {
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"Not afore night, Mas' Don," | Jem Wimble | likely to be the case.<|quote|>"Not afore night, Mas' Don,"</|quote|>he said. "They won't take | suggested that this was not likely to be the case.<|quote|>"Not afore night, Mas' Don,"</|quote|>he said. "They won't take us aboard in the day. | as it became of any size. As the hours went on, and they were not interrupted, the dread increased that they might be summoned to descend as prisoners before they had completed their work; but Jem's rough common sense soon suggested that this was not likely to be the case.<|quote|>"Not afore night, Mas' Don,"</|quote|>... | work away. If we hear any one coming we can hide the rope under the other sacks; so come on." They seated themselves at the end of the loft, and worked away rapidly unravelling the sacking and rolling the yarn up into balls, each of which was hidden as soon as it became of any size. As the hours went on, and they were ... | he pointed to the end of the loft. CHAPTER FOURTEEN. WORKING UNDER DIFFICULTIES. "There. Those sacks?" "That's it, Mas' Don. I've got my knife. You got yourn?" "Yes." "Then here goes, then, to unravel them sacks till we've got enough to make a rope. This loft's a capital place to twist him. It's all right, sir, on... | a warehouse, the roof sloping, so that escape along it was impossible, while facing him was the blank wall of a higher building, evidently on the other side of a narrow alley. Don looked to right, but there was no means of making their position known so as to ask for help. To the left he was no better off, and seeing t... | 'tarn't far. Stand fast. That's your sort. Stand--oh!" Everything depended upon him, and poor Jem did his best; but after three or four steps Don felt that he was going, and to save himself from a fall he tried to jump lightly down. This would have been easy enough had not Jem been so earnest. He, too, felt that it wa... | end; and this time, by progressing more slowly, the window was reached, and, to their great delight, Don found that it was fastened inside, opening outwards by means of a couple of hinges at the highest end, and provided with a ratchet, to keep it open to any distance required. "Can you bear me if I try to open it, Jem... | Don Lavington | suggested that this was not likely to be the case.<|quote|>"Not afore night, Mas' Don,"</|quote|>he said. "They won't take us aboard in the day. | {
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“But if it has since come up?” | Grace | said as she came nearer.<|quote|>“But if it has since come up?”</|quote|>“‘If’ it has! But _has_ | half an hour ago,” she said as she came nearer.<|quote|>“But if it has since come up?”</|quote|>“‘If’ it has! But _has_ it? In the form of | She turned again on this, and something in her air made him wonder. “I hope you don’t feel there _is_ such a danger? I understood from you half an hour ago that it was unthinkable.” “Well, it _was_, to me, half an hour ago,” she said as she came nearer.<|quote|>“But if it has since come up?”</|quote|>“‘If’ it has! But ... | in the event of a certain danger.” “Oh, in the event of your ever being bribed” --he laughed again as with relief. And then as her face seemed to challenge the word: “Why, to let anything--of your best!--ever leave Dedborough. By which I mean really of course leave the country.” She turned again on this, and something ... | that made for unrest; and he had the next moment grown graver under the impression. “But does anything in it all,” he asked, “trouble you?” She faced about across the wider space, and there was a different note in what she brought out. “I don’t know what forces me so to _tell_ you things.” “‘Tell’ me?” he stared. “Why,... | your way to a certainty.” “Well, it will be a question of the weight of expert opinion that I shall invoke. But I’m not afraid,” he resolutely said, “and I shall make the thing, from its splendid rarity, the crown and flower of your glory.” Her serious face shone at him with a charmed gratitude. “It’s awfully beautiful... | solidly sheltered was obviously unpleasant to him. But then it was as if he found at a stroke both his own reassurance and his daughter’s. “How can there be a question of it when he only wants Sir Joshuas?” “He wants ours?” the girl gasped. “At absolutely any price.” “But you’re not,” she cried, “discussing it?” He hes... | me.” “And is your father,” he eagerly asked, “really gratified?” With her conscious eyes on him--her eyes could clearly be very conscious about her father--she considered a moment. “He always prefers old associations and appearances to new; but I’m sure he’ll resign himself if you see your way to a certainty.” “Well, i... | The Outcry | half an hour ago,” she said as she came nearer.<|quote|>“But if it has since come up?”</|quote|>“‘If’ it has! But _has_ it? In the form of | {
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"And him too?" | Don Lavington | don't come to no harm."<|quote|>"And him too?"</|quote|>"Oh, yes; he shall be | it, I'll see as you don't come to no harm."<|quote|>"And him too?"</|quote|>"Oh, yes; he shall be all right too; I'll see | over them: it's a wonder they can't understand. And lots of other things we know are puzzles to them, and so they think us big. You consider it over a bit, my lad; and if you decide to run for it, I'll see as you don't come to no harm."<|quote|>"And him too?"</|quote|>"Oh, yes; he shall be all right too; I'll see to th... | They're not afraid of your body, but of your mind; that's what they can't understand. If I was to write down something on a bit of wood or a leaf--we don't often see paper here--and give it to you to read, and you did the same to me, that gets over them: it's a wonder they can't understand. And lots of other things we ... | precious unpleasant ways out here as wouldn't suit me." "You'd soon get used to them," said the Englishman, drily; "and after leading a rough life, and being bullied by everybody, it isn't half bad to be a chief, and have a big canoe of your own, and make people do as you like." "But then you're a great powerful man," ... | his pakeha." "My pakeha," cried the chief, patting Don again. "Much powder; much gun." "Pupil of mine," said the Englishman, smiling; "I taught him our lingo." "What does he mean?" said Don; "that he'd give me a big gun and plenty of powder?" The Englishman laughed. "No, no; he wants you to bring plenty of guns and pow... | mean?" "Why, you know--the cooking a fellow and eating him. How dull you are!" "Dull? You be here a few years among these people, talking their lingo, and not seeing an Englishman above once in two years, and see if you wouldn't be dull." "But is that true?" "About being cannibals? Yes it's true enough," said the ma... | put out my tongue. Seems as if it's a fine thing to do out here." "Yes; it's a way they have when they're going to fight," said the Englishman thoughtfully. "S'pose it would mean trouble if I were to set you on to do it; but it wouldn't be at all bad for me if you were both of you to leave the ship and come ashore." "T... | Don Lavington | it, I'll see as you don't come to no harm."<|quote|>"And him too?"</|quote|>"Oh, yes; he shall be all right too; I'll see | {
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'" was the gentle correction. | No speaker | what he did?" "Not 'abominably,"<|quote|>'" was the gentle correction.</|quote|>"He only tried when he | is sorry. Do you know what he did?" "Not 'abominably,"<|quote|>'" was the gentle correction.</|quote|>"He only tried when he should not have tried. You | she put the book back and turned round to him. His face was drooping and swollen, but his eyes, though they were sunken deep, gleamed with a child's courage. "Why, he has behaved abominably," she said. "I am glad he is sorry. Do you know what he did?" "Not 'abominably,"<|quote|>'" was the gentle correction.</|quote|>"H... | she said: "I have no wish to discuss Italy or any subject connected with your son." "But you do remember it?" "He has misbehaved himself from the first." "I only was told that he loved you last Sunday. I never could judge behaviour. I--I--suppose he has." Feeling a little steadier, she put the book back and turned roun... | "I said:" 'Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.'" He sighed: "True, everlastingly true, though my day is over, and though there is the result. Poor boy! He is so sorry! He said he knew it was madness when you brought your cousin i... | fading like all the other things. She followed the maid into the Rectory. Would she object to sitting in Mr. Beebe's study? There was only that one fire. She would not object. Some one was there already, for Lucy heard the words: "A lady to wait, sir." Old Mr. Emerson was sitting by the fire, with his foot upon a gout-... | melody was blurred by the soft road. "CAN'T we have the hood down?" she demanded, and her mother, with sudden tenderness, said: "Very well, old lady, stop the horse." And the horse was stopped, and Lucy and Powell wrestled with the hood, and squirted water down Mrs. Honeychurch's neck. But now that the hood was down, s... | treat his father. "Miss Honeychurch, dear, we are so sorry! George is so sorry! He thought he had a right to try. I cannot blame my boy, and yet I wish he had told me first. He ought not to have tried. I knew nothing about it at all." If only she could remember how to behave! He held up his hand. "But you must not scol... | A Room With A View | is sorry. Do you know what he did?" "Not 'abominably,"<|quote|>'" was the gentle correction.</|quote|>"He only tried when he should not have tried. You | {
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"It would have brought the boats down upon us." | Jem Wimble | couldn't hail," said Jem, sulkily.<|quote|>"It would have brought the boats down upon us."</|quote|>"Ah, so it would," said | too dark to see." "We couldn't hail," said Jem, sulkily.<|quote|>"It would have brought the boats down upon us."</|quote|>"Ah, so it would," said the owner of the gruff | the gruff voice out of the darkness. "Pretty nigh touch, though, for both of you. Why didn't you hail sooner?" "Hail sooner?" said Jem. "Yes. We came in the canoe to fetch you, but you didn't hail, and it was too dark to see." "We couldn't hail," said Jem, sulkily.<|quote|>"It would have brought the boats down upon u... | that the big chief he had so often seen on board the ship, and who had come to them with the present of fruit when they were guarding the boat, was kneeling down and gently rubbing Don. "Is he dead?" said Jem in a whisper. "No, not this time," said the gruff voice out of the darkness. "Pretty nigh touch, though, for bo... | had been drawn, to lie half insensible till the beach was neared when Jem slowly and wonderingly sat up. "Where's Mas' Don?" he said in a sharp ill-used tone. "Here he is," said a gruff voice, and Jem looked wonderingly in a savage's indistinctly seen face, and then down in the bottom of the long canoe, into which they... | sparkling phosphorescence spread widely as it was left behind. The low grumbling sound came again, but it was not heard by those drowning, nor was the light seen as it glided on nearer and nearer, till it reached the spot. One dart from the long raised neck, one snap of the fierce jaws--another dart and another snap, a... | seemed to lose its power, and his strokes were feeble. "Mas' Don," he groaned; "I did try hard; but it's all over. I'm dead beat, too." CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT. FRIENDLY ATTENTIONS. A peculiar pale light played and flashed from the surface of the black water which was being churned up by the desperate struggles of the dr... | life darted on, but the long neck and horned head were not darted down, but guided past those who where drowning. Everything was stiff and rigid but the playing fins. But there was another dull, low grunt, the fins seemed to cease by magic; and, instead of being snapped up by the monster's mouth, the two sufferers were... | Don Lavington | too dark to see." "We couldn't hail," said Jem, sulkily.<|quote|>"It would have brought the boats down upon us."</|quote|>"Ah, so it would," said the owner of the gruff | {
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"I should just think I am, Mas' Don; I feel as if I was being cut up with blunt saws as had been made red hot first." | Jem Wimble | you in much pain now?"<|quote|>"I should just think I am, Mas' Don; I feel as if I was being cut up with blunt saws as had been made red hot first."</|quote|>"Jem, my poor fellow!" groaned | by that horse." "But are you in much pain now?"<|quote|>"I should just think I am, Mas' Don; I feel as if I was being cut up with blunt saws as had been made red hot first."</|quote|>"Jem, my poor fellow!" groaned Don. "Now don't go on | me. I'm a reg'lar wunner to mend again. You never knew any one who got cut as could heal up as fast as me. See how strong my ribs grew together, and so did my leg when I got kicked by that horse." "But are you in much pain now?"<|quote|>"I should just think I am, Mas' Don; I feel as if I was being cut up with blunt saw... | just the same as I did then. I went down and a lot of 'em fell on me, and I was kicked and jumped on till I'm just as if all the hoops was off my staves, Mas' Don; but that arn't the worst of it, because it won't hurt me. I'm a reg'lar wunner to mend again. You never knew any one who got cut as could heal up as fast as... | help get Mas' Don out; and gone." Don thought of his own feelings, and remained silent. "I say, Mas' Don, though, it's a bad job being caught; but the rope was made strong enough, warn't it?" "Yes, but it was labour in vain." "Well, p'r'aps it was, sir; but I'm proud of that rope all the same. Oh!" Jem uttered a dismal... | they had caught you?" said Don, reproachfully. "Slid down and run. There was no one there to stop you. Why, I says to myself when they pounced on me, if I gives 'em all their work to do, they'll be so busy that they won't see Mas' Don, and he'll be able to get right away. Why didn't you slither and go?" "Because I s... | he muttered, "they would take Jem off aboard ship directly, and it would be labour in vain." "Oh! Let go!" The words escaped him involuntarily, for whilst he was pondering, some one had crept into the great loft floor, made a leap, and caught him by the leg, and, in spite of all his efforts to free himself, the man hu... | when they pounced on me, if I gives 'em all their work to do, they'll be so busy that they won't see Mas' Don, and he'll be able to get right away. Why didn't you slither and go?" "Because I should have been leaving you in the lurch, Jem; and I didn't want to do that." "Well, I--well, of all--there!--why, Mas' Don, did... | Don Lavington | by that horse." "But are you in much pain now?"<|quote|>"I should just think I am, Mas' Don; I feel as if I was being cut up with blunt saws as had been made red hot first."</|quote|>"Jem, my poor fellow!" groaned Don. "Now don't go on | {
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"Bird," | Periezade | she consulted the Bird alone.<|quote|>"Bird,"</|quote|>said she, "the emperor will | and after they had retired she consulted the Bird alone.<|quote|>"Bird,"</|quote|>said she, "the emperor will do us the honour to-morrow | preparing a repast fit for his majesty; and for that purpose I think it would be proper we should consult the Talking Bird, who will tell us, perhaps, what meats the emperor likes best." The princes approved of her plan, and after they had retired she consulted the Bird alone.<|quote|>"Bird,"</|quote|>said she, "the em... | of the distinguished reception the emperor had given them, and told her that they had invited him to do them the honour, as he passed by, to call at their house, and that he had appointed the next day. "If it be so," replied the princess, "we must think of preparing a repast fit for his majesty; and for that purpose I ... | worthy of its owners. I will call and see it with pleasure, which will be the greater for having for my hosts you and your sister, who is already dear to me from the account you give me of the rare qualities with which she is endowed: and this satisfaction I will defer no longer than to-morrow. Early in the morning I w... | to you." The emperor had no sooner spoken than the musicians, who had orders to attend, entered, and answered fully the expectations the princes had been led to entertain of their abilities. After the concerts, an excellent farce was acted, and the entertainment was concluded by dancers of both sexes. The two princes, ... | emperor, contrary to his usual custom, did not hunt long that day. Presuming that the princes possessed wit equal to their courage and bravery, he longed with impatience to converse with them more at liberty. He made them ride on each side of him, an honour which was envied by the grand vizier, who was much mortified t... | some diversion; and as nothing is more capable of enlivening the mind than music, you shall hear a vocal and instrumental concert which may not be disagreeable to you." The emperor had no sooner spoken than the musicians, who had orders to attend, entered, and answered fully the expectations the princes had been led to... | Arabian Nights (1) | and after they had retired she consulted the Bird alone.<|quote|>"Bird,"</|quote|>said she, "the emperor will do us the honour to-morrow | {
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"I know nobody of whose judgment I think so highly as I do of yours; and I do really believe, that if you was to say to me," | Lucy Steele | replied Lucy, with great solemnity;<|quote|>"I know nobody of whose judgment I think so highly as I do of yours; and I do really believe, that if you was to say to me,"</|quote|>I advise you by all | wishes." "Indeed you wrong me," replied Lucy, with great solemnity;<|quote|>"I know nobody of whose judgment I think so highly as I do of yours; and I do really believe, that if you was to say to me,"</|quote|>I advise you by all means to put an end | "No," answered Elinor, with a smile, which concealed very agitated feelings, "on such a subject I certainly will not. You know very well that my opinion would have no weight with you, unless it were on the side of your wishes." "Indeed you wrong me," replied Lucy, with great solemnity;<|quote|>"I know nobody of whose j... | to put an end to the business at once by dissolving the engagement. We seem so beset with difficulties on every side, that though it would make us miserable for a time, we should be happier perhaps in the end. But you will not give me your advice, Miss Dashwood?" "No," answered Elinor, with a smile, which concealed ver... | the rest." "I should always be happy," replied Elinor, "to show any mark of my esteem and friendship for Mr. Ferrars; but do you not perceive that my interest on such an occasion would be perfectly unnecessary? He is brother to Mrs. John Dashwood _that_ must be recommendation enough to her husband." "But Mrs. John Dash... | s." Elinor blushed in spite of herself. Lucy bit her lip, and looked angrily at her sister. A mutual silence took place for some time. Lucy first put an end to it by saying in a lower tone, though Marianne was then giving them the powerful protection of a very magnificent concerto, "I will honestly tell you of one sche... | found out the truth in an instant, if there had been the slightest alteration in his behaviour to me when we met, or any lowness of spirits that I could not account for, or if he had talked more of one lady than another, or seemed in any respect less happy at Longstaple than he used to be. I do not mean to say that I a... | it that Miss Dashwood s is not," said Mrs. Jennings, laughing heartily; "for he is one of the modestest, prettiest behaved young men I ever saw; but as for Lucy, she is such a sly little creature, there is no finding out who _she_ likes." "Oh," cried Miss Steele, looking significantly round at them, "I dare say Lucy s ... | Sense And Sensibility | wishes." "Indeed you wrong me," replied Lucy, with great solemnity;<|quote|>"I know nobody of whose judgment I think so highly as I do of yours; and I do really believe, that if you was to say to me,"</|quote|>I advise you by all means to put an end | {
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"Well?" | Margaret | Mr. Bast." Helen was silent.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Tell me about it first, | says all the day to Mr. Bast." Helen was silent.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Tell me about it first, and meanwhile perhaps I ll | do mean what I said. Don t; it wouldn t do." "Oh, Helen, stop saying don t ! It s ignorant. It s as if your head wasn t out of the slime. Don t is probably what Mrs. Bast says all the day to Mr. Bast." Helen was silent.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Tell me about it first, and meanwhile perhaps I ll have got my head out of... | to either of us," said Margaret, wiping her eyes. "We must both have gone mad." Then Helen wiped hers, and they even laughed a little. "Look here, sit down." "All right; I ll sit down if you ll sit down." "There." (One kiss.) "Now, whatever, whatever is the matter?" "I do mean what I said. Don t; it wouldn t do." "Oh, ... | I have never behaved like this when there has seemed a chance of her marrying." She said: "But we would still see each other very--often, and you--" "It s not a thing like that," sobbed Helen. And she broke right away and wandered distractedly upwards, stretching her hands towards the view and crying. "What s happened ... | s just like a widower," she remarked. "They ve cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife s friends." Margaret s face flashed despair. "That type--" She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you ve never conceiva... | his place besides. It isn t likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes, so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dreadful it all seems! And in the autumn there began that anti-Pauline movement--you, and Frieda, and Meg, and Mrs. Wilcox, all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry P... | "Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming." They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent. "Have you got the house?" ... | Howards End | says all the day to Mr. Bast." Helen was silent.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Tell me about it first, and meanwhile perhaps I ll | {
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"Might I ask for details of your interview with him? They might be helpful to me." | Mr. Herriton | you acquiesce?" She nodded again.<|quote|>"Might I ask for details of your interview with him? They might be helpful to me."</|quote|>He had spoken at random. | Signor Carella tomorrow morning. Do you acquiesce?" She nodded again.<|quote|>"Might I ask for details of your interview with him? They might be helpful to me."</|quote|>He had spoken at random. To his delight she suddenly | out your instructions," he continued. "She, however, approves of them, and does not know that they proceed from you. I think, Miss Abbott, you had better take entire charge of the rescue party. I have asked for an interview with Signor Carella tomorrow morning. Do you acquiesce?" She nodded again.<|quote|>"Might I ask ... | out her instructions. I think that you will approve of them, as you have practically dictated them. I do not approve of them. They are absurd." She nodded carelessly. She did not mind what he said. All she wanted was to get the baby out of Monteriano. "Harriet also carries out your instructions," he continued. "She, ho... | one knows it; my father thinks I am in Normandy--to spy on Mrs. Herriton. Don t let s argue!" for he had begun, almost mechanically, to rebuke her for impertinence. "If you are here to get the child, I will help you; if you are here to fail, I shall get it instead of you." "It is hopeless to expect you to believe me," ... | to behave to her. Sawston was different: we had to keep up appearances. But here we must speak out, and I think I can trust you to do it. Otherwise we ll never start clear." "Pray let us start clear," said Philip, pacing up and down the room. "Permit me to begin by asking you a question. In which capacity have you come... | him were draped with the weekly--or more probably the monthly--wash. What a frightful spotty blouse! He could not think where he had seen it. Then he remembered that it was Lilia s. She had brought it "to hack about in" at Sawston, and had taken it to Italy because "in Italy anything does." He had rebuked her for the s... | or acted lies everywhere. I cannot trust your mother. So I have come here alone--all across Europe; no one knows it; my father thinks I am in Normandy--to spy on Mrs. Herriton. Don t let s argue!" for he had begun, almost mechanically, to rebuke her for impertinence. "If you are here to get the child, I will help you; ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread | Signor Carella tomorrow morning. Do you acquiesce?" She nodded again.<|quote|>"Might I ask for details of your interview with him? They might be helpful to me."</|quote|>He had spoken at random. To his delight she suddenly | {
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"What's the matter?" | Jem Wimble | and then jumped down again.<|quote|>"What's the matter?"</|quote|>"I haven't got the rope." | the end wall. Don mounted, and then jumped down again.<|quote|>"What's the matter?"</|quote|>"I haven't got the rope." "My: what a head I | cross-bar, and then I can soon be with you. Ready?" "Wait till I've got off my shoes." "That's right; stick 'em in your pockets, my lad. Now then, ready?" Don signified his readiness. Jem laid him a back up at the end wall. Don mounted, and then jumped down again.<|quote|>"What's the matter?"</|quote|>"I haven't got ... | the sacks were cast aside, and the rope withdrawn. "Will it bear us, Jem?" "I'm going to try first, and if it'll bear me it'll bear you." "But you can't get up there." "No, but you can, my lad; and when you're there you can fasten the rope to that cross-bar, and then I can soon be with you. Ready?" "Wait till I've got... | you say? Shall we begin now, or wait?" Don looked up at the fast darkening skylight, and then, after a moment's hesitation,-- "Let's begin now, Jem. It will take some time." "That's right, Mas' Don; so here goes, and good luck to us. It means home, and your mother, and my Sally; or going to fight the French." "And we... | had I said that than I found myself sitting in a puddle, with my nose bleeding." "Well?" said Don, who was deeply interested. "Well, Mas' Don, that's all." "No, it isn't, Jem; you say you fought Mike." "Well, I s'pose I did, Mas' Don." "`Suppose you did'?" "Yes; I only recklect feeling wild because my clean shirt and n... | left school, forgot fair play for the moment, and doubled his fists to help Jem. "No, no, Mas' Don; I can tackle him," cried Jem; "and I feel as if I should like to now." But there was to be no encounter, for a couple of the other sailors seized their messmate, and forced him to the trap-door, growling and threatening ... | trap." "It would be no good, Jem; because if they found the trap fast, they'd be on the watch for us outside." "Dessay you're right, sir. Well, what do you say? Shall we begin now, or wait?" Don looked up at the fast darkening skylight, and then, after a moment's hesitation,-- "Let's begin now, Jem. It will take som... | Don Lavington | the end wall. Don mounted, and then jumped down again.<|quote|>"What's the matter?"</|quote|>"I haven't got the rope." "My: what a head I | {
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"But, really, it seems rather absurd that I shouldn t see my own work, especially as I am going to exhibit it in Paris in the autumn. I shall probably have to give it another coat of varnish before that, so I must see it some day, and why not to-day?" | Basil Hallward | going over towards the window.<|quote|>"But, really, it seems rather absurd that I shouldn t see my own work, especially as I am going to exhibit it in Paris in the autumn. I shall probably have to give it another coat of varnish before that, so I must see it some day, and why not to-day?"</|quote|>"To exhibit it! You ... | turning on his heel and going over towards the window.<|quote|>"But, really, it seems rather absurd that I shouldn t see my own work, especially as I am going to exhibit it in Paris in the autumn. I shall probably have to give it another coat of varnish before that, so I must see it some day, and why not to-day?"</|quo... | eyes were like disks of blue fire. He was trembling all over. "Dorian!" "Don t speak!" "But what is the matter? Of course I won t look at it if you don t want me to," he said, rather coldly, turning on his heel and going over towards the window.<|quote|>"But, really, it seems rather absurd that I shouldn t see my own w... | ask for any. But, remember, if you touch this screen, everything is over between us." Hallward was thunderstruck. He looked at Dorian Gray in absolute amazement. He had never seen him like this before. The lad was actually pallid with rage. His hands were clenched, and the pupils of his eyes were like disks of blue fir... | of the room. A cry of terror broke from Dorian Gray s lips, and he rushed between the painter and the screen. "Basil," he said, looking very pale, "you must not look at it. I don t wish you to." "Not look at my own work! You are not serious. Why shouldn t I look at it?" exclaimed Hallward, laughing. "If you try to look... | few kisses and some broken pathetic words." "I will try and do something, Dorian, if it would please you. But you must come and sit to me yourself again. I can t get on without you." "I can never sit to you again, Basil. It is impossible!" he exclaimed, starting back. The painter stared at him. "My dear boy, what nonse... | exquisite surroundings, luxury, pomp there is much to be got from all these. But the artistic temperament that they create, or at any rate reveal, is still more to me. To become the spectator of one s own life, as Harry says, is to escape the suffering of life. I know you are surprised at my talking to you like this. Y... | don t know my name," he answered. "But surely she did?" "Only my Christian name, and that I am quite sure she never mentioned to any one. She told me once that they were all rather curious to learn who I was, and that she invariably told them my name was Prince Charming. It was pretty of her. You must do me a drawing o... | The Picture Of Dorian Gray | turning on his heel and going over towards the window.<|quote|>"But, really, it seems rather absurd that I shouldn t see my own work, especially as I am going to exhibit it in Paris in the autumn. I shall probably have to give it another coat of varnish before that, so I must see it some day, and why not to-day?"</|quo... | {
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"Lucy, you come and look at the cypresses; and the church, whatever its name is, still shows." | George Emerson | his father, by his wife.<|quote|>"Lucy, you come and look at the cypresses; and the church, whatever its name is, still shows."</|quote|>"San Miniato. I'll just finish | done by others--by Italy, by his father, by his wife.<|quote|>"Lucy, you come and look at the cypresses; and the church, whatever its name is, still shows."</|quote|>"San Miniato. I'll just finish your sock." "Signorino, domani faremo | the South--came over the husband, and he blessed the people and the things who had taken so much trouble about a young fool. He had helped himself, it is true, but how stupidly! All the fighting that mattered had been done by others--by Italy, by his father, by his wife.<|quote|>"Lucy, you come and look at the cypresse... | parapet, there the river, there to the left the beginnings of the hills. The cab-driver, who at once saluted him with the hiss of a serpent, might be that very Phaethon who had set this happiness in motion twelve months ago. A passion of gratitude--all feelings grow to passions in the South--came over the husband, and ... | at? Kiss me here." He indicated the spot where a kiss would be welcome. He was a boy after all. When it came to the point, it was she who remembered the past, she into whose soul the iron had entered, she who knew whose room this had been last year. It endeared him to her strangely that he should be sometimes wrong. "A... | infinity. Trembling, anxious, cumbered with much digestive bread, they did proceed to Constantinople, they did go round the world. The rest of us must be contented with a fair, but a less arduous, goal. Italiam petimus: we return to the Pension Bertolini. George said it was his old room. "No, it isn't," said Lucy; "bec... | voices from the carriage. "Mr. Beebe, could you help me?" He looked amazed at the request, and said in a low, stern voice: "I am more grieved than I can possibly express. It is lamentable, lamentable--incredible." "What's wrong with the boy?" fired up the other again. "Nothing, Mr. Emerson, except that he no longer int... | I justified?" Into his own eyes tears came. "Yes, for we fight for more than Love or Pleasure; there is Truth. Truth counts, Truth does count." "You kiss me," said the girl. "You kiss me. I will try." He gave her a sense of deities reconciled, a feeling that, in gaining the man she loved, she would gain something for t... | A Room With A View | done by others--by Italy, by his father, by his wife.<|quote|>"Lucy, you come and look at the cypresses; and the church, whatever its name is, still shows."</|quote|>"San Miniato. I'll just finish your sock." "Signorino, domani faremo | {
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"No--It will not be worth while. If I come, I shall be cross." | Mr. Frank Churchill | the cool of to-morrow morning."<|quote|>"No--It will not be worth while. If I come, I shall be cross."</|quote|>"Then pray stay at Richmond." | you may come again in the cool of to-morrow morning."<|quote|>"No--It will not be worth while. If I come, I shall be cross."</|quote|>"Then pray stay at Richmond." "But if I do, I | is not Swisserland, but it will be something for a young man so much in want of a change. You will stay, and go with us?" "No, certainly not; I shall go home in the cool of the evening." "But you may come again in the cool of to-morrow morning."<|quote|>"No--It will not be worth while. If I come, I shall be cross."</|q... | very well. Another slice of cold meat, another draught of Madeira and water, will make you nearly on a par with the rest of us." "No--I shall not stir. I shall sit by you. You are my best cure." "We are going to Box Hill to-morrow;--you will join us. It is not Swisserland, but it will be something for a young man so mu... | Woodhouse, whatever your penetrating eyes may fancy--I am sick of England--and would leave it to-morrow, if I could." "You are sick of prosperity and indulgence. Cannot you invent a few hardships for yourself, and be contented to stay?" "_I_ sick of prosperity and indulgence! You are quite mistaken. I do not look upon ... | quite cool--and, with good manners, like himself--able to draw a chair close to them, take an interest in their employment; and regret, in a reasonable way, that he should be so late. He was not in his best spirits, but seemed trying to improve them; and, at last, made himself talk nonsense very agreeably. They were lo... | accomplished some views of St. Mark's Place, Venice, when Frank Churchill entered the room. Emma had not been thinking of him, she had forgotten to think of him--but she was very glad to see him. Mrs. Weston would be at ease. The black mare was blameless; _they_ were right who had named Mrs. Churchill as the cause. He ... | discomposed by a hot morning. Harriet's sweet easy temper will not mind it." He was gone long enough to have had a very comfortable meal, and came back all the better--grown quite cool--and, with good manners, like himself--able to draw a chair close to them, take an interest in their employment; and regret, in a reaso... | Emma | you may come again in the cool of to-morrow morning."<|quote|>"No--It will not be worth while. If I come, I shall be cross."</|quote|>"Then pray stay at Richmond." "But if I do, I | {
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"Certainly. But the misfortune of speaking with bitterness, is a most natural consequence of the prejudices I had been encouraging. There is one point, on which I want your advice. I want to be told whether I ought, or ought not to make our acquaintance in general understand Wickham's character." | Elizabeth | they _do_ appear wholly undeserved."<|quote|>"Certainly. But the misfortune of speaking with bitterness, is a most natural consequence of the prejudices I had been encouraging. There is one point, on which I want your advice. I want to be told whether I ought, or ought not to make our acquaintance in general understand... | to Mr. Darcy, for now they _do_ appear wholly undeserved."<|quote|>"Certainly. But the misfortune of speaking with bitterness, is a most natural consequence of the prejudices I had been encouraging. There is one point, on which I want your advice. I want to be told whether I ought, or ought not to make our acquaintance... | me and say that I had not been so very weak and vain and nonsensical as I knew I had! Oh! how I wanted you!" "How unfortunate that you should have used such very strong expressions in speaking of Wickham to Mr. Darcy, for now they _do_ appear wholly undeserved."<|quote|>"Certainly. But the misfortune of speaking with b... | when you first read that letter, I am sure you could not treat the matter as you do now." "Indeed I could not. I was uncomfortable enough. I was very uncomfortable, I may say unhappy. And with no one to speak to, of what I felt, no Jane to comfort me and say that I had not been so very weak and vain and nonsensical as ... | young men. One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it." "I never thought Mr. Darcy so deficient in the _appearance_ of it as you used to do." "And yet I meant to be uncommonly clever in taking so decided a dislike to him, without any reason. It is such a spur to one's genius, such an opening f... | of late it has been shifting about pretty much. For my part, I am inclined to believe it all Mr. Darcy's, but you shall do as you chuse." It was some time, however, before a smile could be extorted from Jane. "I do not know when I have been more shocked," said she. "Wickham so very bad! It is almost past belief. And po... | that her father had not the smallest intention of yielding; but his answers were at the same time so vague and equivocal, that her mother, though often disheartened, had never yet despaired of succeeding at last. CHAPTER XVII. Elizabeth's impatience to acquaint Jane with what had happened could no longer be overcome; a... | day." She then spoke of the letter, repeating the whole of its contents as far as they concerned George Wickham. What a stroke was this for poor Jane! who would willingly have gone through the world without believing that so much wickedness existed in the whole race of mankind, as was here collected in one individual. ... | Pride And Prejudice | to Mr. Darcy, for now they _do_ appear wholly undeserved."<|quote|>"Certainly. But the misfortune of speaking with bitterness, is a most natural consequence of the prejudices I had been encouraging. There is one point, on which I want your advice. I want to be told whether I ought, or ought not to make our acquaintance... | {
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"and what of that?" | Monks | they were separated," said Monks,<|quote|>"and what of that?"</|quote|>"When they had been separated | father's heart for years." "Well, they were separated," said Monks,<|quote|>"and what of that?"</|quote|>"When they had been separated for some time," returned Mr. | each a galling fragment, of which nothing but death could break the rivets, to hide it in new society beneath the gayest looks they could assume. Your mother succeeded; she forgot it soon. But it rusted and cankered at your father's heart for years." "Well, they were separated," said Monks,<|quote|>"and what of that?"<... | heavy chain through a world that was poisoned to them both. I know how cold formalities were succeeded by open taunts; how indifference gave place to dislike, dislike to hate, and hate to loathing, until at last they wrenched the clanking bond asunder, and retiring a wide space apart, carried each a galling fragment, o... | Mr. Brownlow. "I shall interest you by and by. I know that of the wretched marriage, into which family pride, and the most sordid and narrowest of all ambition, forced your unhappy father when a mere boy, you were the sole and most unnatural issue." "I don't care for hard names," interrupted Monks with a jeering laugh.... | other, after contemplating, half in silence, and half in dogged wonder, the agitation of his companion. "What is the name to me?" "Nothing," replied Mr. Brownlow, "nothing to you. But it was _hers_, and even at this distance of time brings back to me, an old man, the glow and thrill which I once felt, only to hear it r... | He hesitated. "You will decide quickly," said Mr. Brownlow, with perfect firmness and composure. "If you wish me to prefer my charges publicly, and consign you to a punishment the extent of which, although I can, with a shudder, foresee, I cannot control, once more, I say, for you know the way. If not, and you appeal t... | the name." "What has the name to do with it?" asked the other, after contemplating, half in silence, and half in dogged wonder, the agitation of his companion. "What is the name to me?" "Nothing," replied Mr. Brownlow, "nothing to you. But it was _hers_, and even at this distance of time brings back to me, an old man, ... | Oliver Twist | father's heart for years." "Well, they were separated," said Monks,<|quote|>"and what of that?"</|quote|>"When they had been separated for some time," returned Mr. | {
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"Well, he IS tiresome, Mother," | Daisy Miller | talk against your own brother!"<|quote|>"Well, he IS tiresome, Mother,"</|quote|>said Daisy, quite without the | think you d want to talk against your own brother!"<|quote|>"Well, he IS tiresome, Mother,"</|quote|>said Daisy, quite without the asperity of a retort. "He | "I wish he would!" said her mother. "It seems as if he couldn t." "I think he s real tiresome," Daisy pursued. Then, for some moments, there was silence. "Well, Daisy Miller," said the elder lady, presently, "I shouldn t think you d want to talk against your own brother!"<|quote|>"Well, he IS tiresome, Mother,"</|quote... | guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasn t in bed at twelve o clock: I know that." "It was half-past twelve," declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. "Does he sleep much during the day?" Winterbourne demanded. "I guess he doesn t sleep much," Daisy rejoined. "I wish he would!" said her mother. "It seems... | waiter." "I was telling Mr. Winterbourne," the young girl went on; and to the young man s ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. "Oh, yes!" said Winterbourne; "I have the pleasure of knowing your son." Randolph s mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at... | young man very frankly and prettily. "Common," she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a... | to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. "Well, here s Mother! I guess she hasn t got Randolph to go to bed." The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow ... | Miss Miller gave him a serious glance. "It isn t for me; it s for you--that is, it s for HER. Well, I don t know who it s for! But mother doesn t like any of my gentlemen friends. She s right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I DO introduce them--almost always. If I didn t introduce my... | Daisy Miller | think you d want to talk against your own brother!"<|quote|>"Well, he IS tiresome, Mother,"</|quote|>said Daisy, quite without the asperity of a retort. "He | {
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"I think you will to-day. You will see her to advantage; see her and hear her--no, I am afraid you will not hear her at all, for she has an aunt who never holds her tongue." | Emma | her manners before," said she,<|quote|>"I think you will to-day. You will see her to advantage; see her and hear her--no, I am afraid you will not hear her at all, for she has an aunt who never holds her tongue."</|quote|>"You are acquainted with Miss | were never particularly struck by her manners before," said she,<|quote|>"I think you will to-day. You will see her to advantage; see her and hear her--no, I am afraid you will not hear her at all, for she has an aunt who never holds her tongue."</|quote|>"You are acquainted with Miss Jane Fairfax, sir, are you?" | quiet a "Yes," as inclined her almost to doubt his real concurrence; and yet there must be a very distinct sort of elegance for the fashionable world, if Jane Fairfax could be thought only ordinarily gifted with it. "If you were never particularly struck by her manners before," said she,<|quote|>"I think you will to-da... | a poor old grandmother, who has barely enough to live on. If you do not call early it will be a slight." The son looked convinced. "I have heard her speak of the acquaintance," said Emma; "she is a very elegant young woman." He agreed to it, but with so quiet a "Yes," as inclined her almost to doubt his real concurrenc... | girl she is. Call upon her, by all means." "There is no necessity for my calling this morning," said the young man; "another day would do as well; but there was that degree of acquaintance at Weymouth which--" "Oh! go to-day, go to-day. Do not defer it. What is right to be done cannot be done too soon. And, besides, I ... | he could not allow him to feel quite assured of himself till after another night. A reasonable visit paid, Mr. Weston began to move.--"He must be going. He had business at the Crown about his hay, and a great many errands for Mrs. Weston at Ford's, but he need not hurry any body else." His son, too well bred to hear th... | for," said he; "but I confess that, considering every thing, I had not expected more than a very tolerably well-looking woman of a certain age; I did not know that I was to find a pretty young woman in Mrs. Weston." "You cannot see too much perfection in Mrs. Weston for my feelings," said Emma; "were you to guess her t... | on business, sir, I will take the opportunity of paying a visit, which must be paid some day or other, and therefore may as well be paid now. I have the honour of being acquainted with a neighbour of yours," (turning to Emma,) "a lady residing in or near Highbury; a family of the name of Fairfax. I shall have no diffic... | Emma | were never particularly struck by her manners before," said she,<|quote|>"I think you will to-day. You will see her to advantage; see her and hear her--no, I am afraid you will not hear her at all, for she has an aunt who never holds her tongue."</|quote|>"You are acquainted with Miss Jane Fairfax, sir, are you?" | {
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he asked, with scarcely veiled insolence. | No speaker | get down from our chairs?"<|quote|>he asked, with scarcely veiled insolence.</|quote|>"We don't want no dessert." | compact. "May me and Lucy get down from our chairs?"<|quote|>he asked, with scarcely veiled insolence.</|quote|>"We don't want no dessert." Chapter XIV: How Lucy Faced | fact she forgot to take it off, and as a matter of fact I don't care for eggs. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed." Cecil frowned again. Oh, these Honeychurches! Eggs, boilers, hydrangeas, maids--of such were their lives compact. "May me and Lucy get down from our chairs?"<|quote|>he asked, with scarcely veiled ins... | away, and memories and emotions alone seemed real. "I suppose Miss Bartlett must come, since she boils eggs so well," said Cecil, who was in rather a happier frame of mind, thanks to the admirable cooking. "I didn't mean the egg was WELL boiled," corrected Freddy, "because in point of fact she forgot to take it off, an... | enriched neither Miss Bartlett nor any one else upon earth. She was reduced to saying: "I can't help it, mother. I don't like Charlotte. I admit it's horrid of me." "From your own account, you told her as much." "Well, she would leave Florence so stupidly. She flurried--" The ghosts were returning; they filled Italy, t... | but spoil us by not asking her to come." "Hear, hear!" said Cecil. Mrs. Honeychurch, with more gravity than usual, and with more feeling than she usually permitted herself, replied: "This isn't very kind of you two. You have each other and all these woods to walk in, so full of beautiful things; and poor Charlotte has ... | in the darkness. There were too many ghosts about. The original ghost--that touch of lips on her cheek--had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed her on a mountain once. But it had begotten a spectral family--Mr. Harris, Miss Bartlett's letter, Mr. Beebe's memories of violets--and ... | they read, they will never guess what it feels like to grow old." Cecil crumbled his bread. "I must say Cousin Charlotte was very kind to me that year I called on my bike," put in Freddy. "She thanked me for coming till I felt like such a fool, and fussed round no end to get an egg boiled for my tea just right." "I kno... | A Room With A View | compact. "May me and Lucy get down from our chairs?"<|quote|>he asked, with scarcely veiled insolence.</|quote|>"We don't want no dessert." Chapter XIV: How Lucy Faced | {
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"Yes!" | Don Lavington | rate now, Mas' Don--I say."<|quote|>"Yes!"</|quote|>"No press-gang waiting for us | "`De-riddle-liddle-lol.' "I'm getting on first rate now, Mas' Don--I say."<|quote|>"Yes!"</|quote|>"No press-gang waiting for us down at the bottom here, | was a man in Bristol city, Fol de rol de--'" "Say, Mas' Don, think there's any monkeys here?" "No, no." "'Cause how one o' they would scramble down this precipit. Rather pricky, arn't it?" "Yes; don't talk so." "All right! "`De-riddle-liddle-lol.' "I'm getting on first rate now, Mas' Don--I say."<|quote|>"Yes!"</|quot... | they dig their bills into us now!" "Don't talk so, Jem. I can't answer you." "Must talk, my lad. Them fern things is as rotten as mud. Don't you hold on by them. Steady! Steady!" "Yes. Slipped a little." "Well, then, don't slip a little. What's your hands for? "`There was a man in Bristol city, Fol de rol de--... | Mas' Don? Oh, I thought I did that o' purpose," came from below. "Where are you?" "Sitting straddling on a big bit o' bush." "Where? I can't see you." "Here, all right. 'Tarn't ten foot, it's about five and twenty-- "`De-riddle-lol-de-ri.'" "Jem, we must climb back. It is too risky." "No, we mustn't, Mas' Don; and i... | take it cool, stick tight, and never think about the bottom. Are you getting on all right?" "Yes." "That's your sort. I'm coming now." Jem began to whistle as he lowered himself over the edge of the precipice, a few feet to Don's right; and directly after he began to sing merrily,-- "`There was a man in Bristol city, ... | only the thing is, how should we be when we did get down?" "You mean we should fall to the bottom?" "Well, you see, Mas' Don," said Jem, rubbing one ear as he peered down; "it wouldn't be a clean fall, 'cause we should scrittle and scruttle from bush to bush, and ketch here and snatch there. We should go right down to... | think about the bottom. Are you getting on all right?" "Yes." "That's your sort. I'm coming now." Jem began to whistle as he lowered himself over the edge of the precipice, a few feet to Don's right; and directly after he began to sing merrily,-- "`There was a man in Bristol city, Fol de rol de riddle-lol-de-ri. A... | Don Lavington | "`De-riddle-liddle-lol.' "I'm getting on first rate now, Mas' Don--I say."<|quote|>"Yes!"</|quote|>"No press-gang waiting for us down at the bottom here, | {
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“To one or other of the placard and poster men--I don’t insist on the inserted human slice! Let the great values, as a compensation to us, be on view for three or four weeks.” | Crimble | sandwich men on Bond Street?”<|quote|>“To one or other of the placard and poster men--I don’t insist on the inserted human slice! Let the great values, as a compensation to us, be on view for three or four weeks.”</|quote|>“You ask me,” Mr. Bender | over, you mean, to the sandwich men on Bond Street?”<|quote|>“To one or other of the placard and poster men--I don’t insist on the inserted human slice! Let the great values, as a compensation to us, be on view for three or four weeks.”</|quote|>“You ask me,” Mr. Bender returned, “for a _general_ assurance | lose here, _are_ knocked down to you, you’ll let us at least take leave of them, let us have a sight of them in London, before they’re borne off?” Mr. Bender’s big face fell almost with a crash. “Hand them over, you mean, to the sandwich men on Bond Street?”<|quote|>“To one or other of the placard and poster men--I don... | with all intensity and candour: “You may easily, Mr. Bender, be too much for me--as you appear too much for far greater people. But may I ask you, very earnestly, for your word on _this_, as to any case in which that happens--that when precious things, things we are to lose here, _are_ knocked down to you, you’ll let u... | big, the bigger, the biggest things, and if you drag their value to the light why shouldn’t we want to grab them and carry them off--the same as all of _you_ originally did?” “Ah, not quite the same,” Hugh smiled-- “that I _will_ say for you!” “Yes, you stick it on now--you _have_ got an eye for the rise in values. But... | “Yes, the man in this morning’s ‘Journal’ has discovered three or four weeks--as it appears to take you here for everything--after my beginning to talk. Why, they knew I was talking _that_ time ago on the other side.” “Oh, they know things in the States,” Hugh cheerfully agreed, “so independently of their happening! Bu... | end of the beam? Why, what have I done that _you_ should go back on me--after working me up so down there? The worst I’ve done,” Mr. Bender continued, “is to refuse that Moretto.” “Has it deplorably been _offered_ you?” our young man cried, unmistakably and sincerely affected. After which he went on, as his fellow-visi... | thing as it is and so just in its right place there.” “You call it,” Mr. Bender impartially inquired, “a _very_ wonderful thing?” “Well, as a Lawrence, it has quite bowled me over” --Hugh spoke as for the strictly aesthetic awkwardness of that. “But you know I take my pictures hard.” He gave a punch to his hat, pressed... | The Outcry | over, you mean, to the sandwich men on Bond Street?”<|quote|>“To one or other of the placard and poster men--I don’t insist on the inserted human slice! Let the great values, as a compensation to us, be on view for three or four weeks.”</|quote|>“You ask me,” Mr. Bender returned, “for a _general_ assurance | {
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she interrupted. | No speaker | "But not writing to me,"<|quote|>she interrupted.</|quote|>"Something put into my head | time, and longing for you." "But not writing to me,"<|quote|>she interrupted.</|quote|>"Something put into my head that you cared for me; | telling you so." She put her free hand up to his shoulder, and then against his cheek, rubbing it softly. He kissed her again. His face was warm and flushed. "There in Mexico I was thinking of you all the time, and longing for you." "But not writing to me,"<|quote|>she interrupted.</|quote|>"Something put into my head ... | fighting against it?" she asked. Her face glowed with soft lights. "Why? Because you were not free; you were L once Pontellier's wife. I couldn't help loving you if you were ten times his wife; but so long as I went away from you and kept away I could help telling you so." She put her free hand up to his shoulder, and ... | being then she moved away from him. He followed, and took her in his arms, just holding her close to him. She put her hand up to his face and pressed his cheek against her own. The action was full of love and tenderness. He sought her lips again. Then he drew her down upon the sofa beside him and held her hand in both ... | about her. He looked at Edna's book, which he had read; and he told her the end, to save her the trouble of wading through it, he said. Again he accompanied her back to her home; and it was after dusk when they reached the little "pigeon-house." She did not ask him to remain, which he was grateful for, as it permitted ... | let me off with any one of these excuses." "You are the embodiment of selfishness," she said. "You save yourself something I don't know what but there is some selfish motive, and in sparing yourself you never consider for a moment what I think, or how I feel your neglect and indifference. I suppose this is what you wou... | so much so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole." "Catiche's coffee is always hot. I don't know how she manages it, here in the open air. Celestine's coffee gets cold bringing it from the kitchen to the dining-room. Three lumps! How can you drink it so sweet? Take some of... | The Awakening | time, and longing for you." "But not writing to me,"<|quote|>she interrupted.</|quote|>"Something put into my head that you cared for me; | {
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he proceeded. Fielding deprecated confidences, but Sir Gilbert insisted on imparting them; the affair had been | No speaker | Speaking confidentially . . ."<|quote|>he proceeded. Fielding deprecated confidences, but Sir Gilbert insisted on imparting them; the affair had been</|quote|>"mishandled by certain of our | charitable view from the first. Speaking confidentially . . ."<|quote|>he proceeded. Fielding deprecated confidences, but Sir Gilbert insisted on imparting them; the affair had been</|quote|>"mishandled by certain of our friends up the hill" who | personal contact with the peoples of India, he was able to speak of them urbanely, and to deplore racial prejudice. He applauded the outcome of the trial, and congratulated Fielding on having taken "the broad, the sensible, the only possible charitable view from the first. Speaking confidentially . . ."<|quote|>he proc... | had outgrown Grasmere, serious talks and walks, that sort of thing. CHAPTER XXIX The visit of the Lieutenant-Governor of the Province formed the next stage in the decomposition of the Marabar. Sir Gilbert, though not an enlightened man, held enlightened opinions. Exempted by a long career in the Secretariate from perso... | end of his career. Poor lamentable Adela. . . . She remained at Government College, by Fielding's courtesy unsuitable and humiliating, but no one would receive her at the civil station. He postponed all private talk until the award against her was decided. Aziz was suing her for damages in the sub-judge's court. Then h... | course, but she had attempted similar exasperating expeditions in her lifetime, and he reckoned it against her. The young man had much to worry him the heat, the local tension, the approaching visit of the Lieutenant-Governor, the problems of Adela and threading them all together into a grotesque garland were these Ind... | this has been needlessly distressing, it spoils one's home-coming." A ghost followed the ship up the Red Sea, but failed to enter the Mediterranean. Somewhere about Suez there is always a social change: the arrangements of Asia weaken and those of Europe begin to be felt, and during the transition Mrs. Moore was shaken... | would have made the suggestion herself ere now. He really could not marry her it would mean the end of his career. Poor lamentable Adela. . . . She remained at Government College, by Fielding's courtesy unsuitable and humiliating, but no one would receive her at the civil station. He postponed all private talk until th... | A Passage To India | charitable view from the first. Speaking confidentially . . ."<|quote|>he proceeded. Fielding deprecated confidences, but Sir Gilbert insisted on imparting them; the affair had been</|quote|>"mishandled by certain of our friends up the hill" who | {
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he went on, | No speaker | —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. | and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the | her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordinsky. A girl who makes her own living can ask a college boy to supper without being talked about. We take some things for granted.” “Then I have misjudged you, and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“is an absolutely t... | and I think I appreciate her kindness. We come from the same town, and we grew up together.” His gaze traveled slowly down from the ceiling and rested on me. “Am I to understand that you have this young woman’s interests at heart? That you do not wish to compromise her?” “That’s a word we don’t use much here, Mr. Ordin... | a young woman for whom I have the utmost, the utmost respect.” “So have I,” I said coldly. He paid no heed to my remark, but began to do rapid finger-exercises on his shirt-sleeves, as he stood with tightly folded arms. “Kindness of heart,” he went on, staring at the ceiling, “sentiment, are not understood in a place ... | on the nose, while Ordinsky explained that he had not had his dress clothes on for a long time, and to-night, when he was going to play for a concert, his waistcoat had split down the back. He thought he could pin it together until he got it to a tailor. Lena took him by the elbow and turned him round. She laughed when... | threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him. Lena had told him once that she liked to hear him practice, so he always left his door open, and watched who came and went. There was a coolness between the Pole and Lena’s landlord on her account. Old Colonel Raleigh had come to Lincoln from K... | if I had any complaints to make of my neighbors, I must n’t hesitate.” One Saturday evening when I was having supper with Lena we heard a knock at her parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coatless, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff, while the visitor apologized,... | My Antonia | and I ask your pardon,” —he bowed gravely. “Miss Lingard,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“is an absolutely trustful heart. She has not learned the | {
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There was no occasion to press the matter farther. The conviction seemed real; he looked as if he felt it. She said no more, other subjects took their turn; and the rest of the dinner passed away; the dessert succeeded, the children came in, and were talked to and admired amid the usual rate of conversation; a few clev... | No speaker | as an offering of love."<|quote|>There was no occasion to press the matter farther. The conviction seemed real; he looked as if he felt it. She said no more, other subjects took their turn; and the rest of the dinner passed away; the dessert succeeded, the children came in, and were talked to and admired amid the usual... | in no other light than as an offering of love."<|quote|>There was no occasion to press the matter farther. The conviction seemed real; he looked as if he felt it. She said no more, other subjects took their turn; and the rest of the dinner passed away; the dessert succeeded, the children came in, and were talked to and... | paternal kindness, and thought it the most natural thing in the world. But when you mentioned Mrs. Dixon, I felt how much more probable that it should be the tribute of warm female friendship. And now I can see it in no other light than as an offering of love."<|quote|>There was no occasion to press the matter farther.... | I am perfectly convinced myself that Mr. Dixon is a principal in the business." "Indeed you injure me if you suppose me unconvinced. Your reasonings carry my judgment along with them entirely. At first, while I supposed you satisfied that Colonel Campbell was the giver, I saw it only as paternal kindness, and thought i... | decisive with me. I wanted to know a little more, and this tells me quite enough. Depend upon it, we shall soon hear that it is a present from Mr. and Mrs. Dixon." "And if the Dixons should absolutely deny all knowledge of it we must conclude it to come from the Campbells." "No, I am sure it is not from the Campbells. ... | falling overboard. He caught her." "He did. I was there--one of the party." "Were you really?--Well!--But you observed nothing of course, for it seems to be a new idea to you.--If I had been there, I think I should have made some discoveries." "I dare say you would; but I, simple I, saw nothing but the fact, that Miss ... | I do not see what there is to question. If Colonel Campbell is not the person, who can be?" "What do you say to Mrs. Dixon?" "Mrs. Dixon! very true indeed. I had not thought of Mrs. Dixon. She must know as well as her father, how acceptable an instrument would be; and perhaps the mode of it, the mystery, the surprize, ... | as formal and as orderly as the others; but when the table was again safely covered, when every corner dish was placed exactly right, and occupation and ease were generally restored, Emma said, "The arrival of this pianoforte is decisive with me. I wanted to know a little more, and this tells me quite enough. Depend up... | Emma | in no other light than as an offering of love."<|quote|>There was no occasion to press the matter farther. The conviction seemed real; he looked as if he felt it. She said no more, other subjects took their turn; and the rest of the dinner passed away; the dessert succeeded, the children came in, and were talked to and... | {
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"Well, what sort of a place is it, Mas' Don?" | Jem Wimble | Don was standing, looking inward.<|quote|>"Well, what sort of a place is it, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>"I can't see in far, | Jem, creeping back to where Don was standing, looking inward.<|quote|>"Well, what sort of a place is it, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>"I can't see in far, but the cavern seems to | the shelf, and watching him till he had disappeared. "Arn't gone to tell them where we are, have he, Mas' Don?" "No, Jem. How suspicious you are!" "Ah, so'll you be when you get as old as I am," said Jem, creeping back to where Don was standing, looking inward.<|quote|>"Well, what sort of a place is it, Mas' Don?"</|q... | Wurra!" That repeated word represents most nearly the shudder given by Jem Wimble as he followed Don into the cave, the chief pointing for them to go farther in, and then dropping rapidly down from point to point till he was at the bottom, Jem peering over the edge of the shelf, and watching him till he had disappeared... | behaved very well to us so far." There was another hail from the party ashore, and still Jem hesitated. "I don't know but what we might walk straight away, Mas' Don," he said, glancing down at the garb he wore. "If any of our fellows saw us at a distance they'd say we was savages, and take no notice." "Not of our white... | coming there?" The chief stamped his foot, and made an imperious gesture, which brought them to his side. He pointed to a hole in the face of the precipice, and signed to them to go in. "Men--boat," he said, pointing, and then clapping his hand to his ear as a distant hail came like a whisper up the gully, which was al... | said Ngati, in a whisper. "Hear that, Mas' Don? Any one'd think we was babbies. Ketchy, ketchy, indeed! You ask him if there arn't no other way. I don't like walking in a place that's like so much hot soup." "Be quiet, and follow. Hist! Hark!" Don stopped short, for, from a distance, came a faint hail, followed b... | face, and a strange low moaning noise fell upon his ear, followed by a faint whistle, that was strongly suggestive of some one being already in hiding. "I suppose that's where they keeps their coals, Mas' Don," said Jem. "So we've got to hide in the coal-cellar. Why not start off and run?" "We should be seen," said Do... | Don Lavington | Jem, creeping back to where Don was standing, looking inward.<|quote|>"Well, what sort of a place is it, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>"I can't see in far, but the cavern seems to | {
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"They've gone." | George Emerson | with them." He pointed down-stream.<|quote|>"They've gone."</|quote|>The river swirled under the | was wondering what to do with them." He pointed down-stream.<|quote|>"They've gone."</|quote|>The river swirled under the bridge, "I did mind them | he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy. Her heart warmed towards him for the first time. "They were covered with blood. There! I'm glad I've told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them." He pointed down-stream.<|quote|>"They've gone."</|quote|>The river swirle... | yesterday--What was that?" He had thrown something into the stream. "What did you throw in?" "Things I didn't want," he said crossly. "Mr. Emerson!" "Well?" "Where are the photographs?" He was silent. "I believe it was my photographs that you threw away." "I didn't know what to do with them," he cried, and his voice wa... | the Italian character; she became almost garrulous over the incident that had made her faint five minutes before. Being strong physically, she soon overcame the horror of blood. She rose without his assistance, and though wings seemed to flutter inside her, she walked firmly enough towards the Arno. There a cabman sign... | them?" He added to his kindness. As soon as he had turned his back, Lucy arose with the running of a maniac and stole down the arcade towards the Arno. "Miss Honeychurch!" She stopped with her hand on her heart. "You sit still; you aren't fit to go home alone." "Yes, I am, thank you so very much." "No, you aren't. You'... | earth, but some unattainable treasure throbbing in the tranquil sky. Its brightness mesmerized her, still dancing before her eyes when she bent them to the ground and started towards home. Then something did happen. Two Italians by the Loggia had been bickering about a debt. "Cinque lire," they had cried, "cinque lire!... | them out there in the square." She looked at him cautiously. "Would you add to your kindness by fetching them?" He added to his kindness. As soon as he had turned his back, Lucy arose with the running of a maniac and stole down the arcade towards the Arno. "Miss Honeychurch!" She stopped with her hand on her heart. "Yo... | A Room With A View | was wondering what to do with them." He pointed down-stream.<|quote|>"They've gone."</|quote|>The river swirled under the bridge, "I did mind them | {
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"For a narcotic?" | Mr. Lawrence Cavendish | I did, for a narcotic."<|quote|>"For a narcotic?"</|quote|>"Yes. Here is the analyst's | not have it tested, as I did, for a narcotic."<|quote|>"For a narcotic?"</|quote|>"Yes. Here is the analyst's report. Mrs. Cavendish administered a | of that cocoa, and sent it to be analysed." "But that had already been done by Dr. Bauerstein," said Lawrence quickly. ""Not exactly. The analyst was asked by him to report whether strychnine was, or was not, present. He did not have it tested, as I did, for a narcotic."<|quote|>"For a narcotic?"</|quote|>"Yes. Here is... | belief in the fact that all the cups found contained sugar, which Mademoiselle Cynthia never took in her coffee. My attention was attracted by the story of Annie about some salt' on the tray of cocoa which she took every night to Mrs. Inglethorp's room. I accordingly secured a sample of that cocoa, and sent it to be an... | persons, not six, for Dr. Bauerstein had been there that evening. This changed the face of the whole affair, for there was now one cup missing. The servants noticed nothing, since Annie, the housemaid, who took in the coffee, brought in seven cups, not knowing that Mr. Inglethorp never drank it, whereas Dorcas, who cle... | servants were accustomed to hearing her move about her room at that time. She dressed completely in her land kit, and made her way quietly through Mademoiselle Cynthia's room into that of Mrs. Inglethorp." He paused a moment, and Cynthia interrupted: "But I should have woken up if anyone had come through my room?" "Not... | a slip of paper a letter,' Dorcas thinks in her hand, and it is then that she orders the fire in her room to be lighted. Presumably, then, between four-thirty and five o'clock, something has occurred to occasion a complete revolution of feeling, since she is now as anxious to destroy the will, as she was before to make... | sample from each cup, and had them analysed with no result. I had counted the cups carefully, in the event of one having been removed. Six persons had taken coffee, and six cups were duly found. I had to confess myself mistaken." "Then I discovered that I had been guilty of a very grave oversight. Coffee had been broug... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | not have it tested, as I did, for a narcotic."<|quote|>"For a narcotic?"</|quote|>"Yes. Here is the analyst's report. Mrs. Cavendish administered a | {
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"Been working for the common good? Splendid. I want you to do that every morning." | Bill Gorton | your money?" "You lazy bum!"<|quote|>"Been working for the common good? Splendid. I want you to do that every morning."</|quote|>"Come on," I said. "Get | What were you doing? Burying your money?" "You lazy bum!"<|quote|>"Been working for the common good? Splendid. I want you to do that every morning."</|quote|>"Come on," I said. "Get up." "What? Get up? I | and I asked her to get coffee for us, and that we wanted a lunch. Bill was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I saw you out of the window," he said. "Didn't want to interrupt you. What were you doing? Burying your money?" "You lazy bum!"<|quote|>"Been working for the common good? Splendid. I want you to do that... | the sod and I dug carefully and got a good many. Digging at the edge of the damp ground I filled two empty tobacco-tins with worms and sifted dirt onto them. The goats watched me dig. When I went back into the inn the woman was down in the kitchen, and I asked her to get coffee for us, and that we wanted a lunch. Bill ... | out. It was cool outside in the early morning and the sun had not yet dried the dew that had come when the wind died down. I hunted around in the shed behind the inn and found a sort of mattock, and went down toward the stream to try and dig some worms for bait. The stream was clear and shallow but it did not look trou... | sort of a stew and a big bowl full of wild strawberries. We did not lose money on the wine, and the girl was shy but nice about bringing it The old woman looked in once and counted the empty bottles. After supper we went up-stairs and smoked and read in bed to keep warm. Once in the night I woke and heard the wind blow... | floor, low ceiling, and was oak-panelled. The shutters were up and it was so cold you could see your breath. "My God!" said Bill. "It can't be this cold to-morrow. I'm not going to wade a stream in this weather." There was an upright piano in the far corner of the room beyond the wooden tables and Bill went over and st... | dark and smoky-looking. There was a cupboard full of liqueur bottles. I looked at them all. Bill was still playing. "How about a hot rum punch?" he said. "This isn't going to keep me warm permanently." I went out and told the woman what a rum punch was and how to make it. In a few minutes a girl brought a stone pitcher... | The Sun Also Rises | What were you doing? Burying your money?" "You lazy bum!"<|quote|>"Been working for the common good? Splendid. I want you to do that every morning."</|quote|>"Come on," I said. "Get up." "What? Get up? I | {
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"No," | Montoya | have a drink?" I asked.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Montoya, "I have to | in that stuff." "Won't you have a drink?" I asked.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Montoya, "I have to go." He went out. I | get fat." "Or crazy like Gallo." "Well," I said, "it's easy. All you have to do is not give him the message." "He's such a fine boy," said Montoya. "He ought to stay with his own people. He shouldn't mix in that stuff." "Won't you have a drink?" I asked.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Montoya, "I have to go." He went out.... | him. They start this Grand Hotel business, and in one year they're through." "Like Algabeno," I said. "Yes, like Algabeno." "They're a fine lot," I said. "There's one American woman down here now that collects bull-fighters." "I know. They only want the young ones." "Yes," I said. "The old ones get fat." "Or crazy like... | after dinner." "Well," I said, "it can't hurt Marcial any." "Marcial has been in San Sebastian all day. He drove over in a car this morning with Marquez. I don't think they'll be back to-night." Montoya stood embarrassed. He wanted me to say something. "Don't give Romero the message," I said. "You think so?" "Absolutel... | from their belled caps, and spreading their red and purple jackets over the chairs to dry. It was raining hard outside. I left the crowd in the caf and went over to the hotel to get shaved for dinner. I was shaving in my room when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called. Montoya walked in. "How are you?" he ... | "Doesn't he?" I said. They had hitched the mules to the dead bull and then the whips cracked, the men ran, and the mules, straining forward, their legs pushing, broke into a gallop, and the bull, one horn up, his head on its side, swept a swath smoothly across the sand and out the red gate. "This next is the last one."... | go." I finished shaving and put my face down into the bowl and washed it with cold water. Montoya was standing there looking more embarrassed. "Look," he said. "I've just had a message from them at the Grand Hotel that they want Pedro Romero and Marcial Lalanda to come over for coffee to-night after dinner." "Well," I ... | The Sun Also Rises | in that stuff." "Won't you have a drink?" I asked.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Montoya, "I have to go." He went out. I | {
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"Mais, Madame, c tait du feu!" | Mlle. Blanche | "Quelle victoire!" exclaimed De Griers.<|quote|>"Mais, Madame, c tait du feu!"</|quote|>added Mlle. Blanche with an | she had been something curious. "Quelle victoire!" exclaimed De Griers.<|quote|>"Mais, Madame, c tait du feu!"</|quote|>added Mlle. Blanche with an elusive smile. "Yes, I have | a little distance, Astley was carrying on a conversation on the subject with two English acquaintances of his. De Griers was simply overflowing with smiles and compliments, and a number of fine ladies were staring at the Grandmother as though she had been something curious. "Quelle victoire!" exclaimed De Griers.<|quot... | he offered his greetings to the old lady. At the same time, both he and the rest of the spectators were visibly impressed. Everywhere people kept pointing to the Grandmother, and talking about her. Many people even walked beside her chair, in order to view her the better while, at a little distance, Astley was carrying... | count the bank notes. Enough! Let us go home. Wheel my chair away." XI The chair, with the old lady beaming in it, was wheeled away towards the doors at the further end of the salon, while our party hastened to crowd around her, and to offer her their congratulations. In fact, eccentric as was her conduct, it was also ... | had never turned up at all! With the Grandmother, as with any one who has won a very large sum, the management settled up with great attention and respect, since she was fortunate to have to receive no less than 4200 g lden. Of these g lden the odd 200 were paid her in gold, and the remainder in bank notes. This time t... | pieces at a time." "Think a moment, Madame. Sometimes zero does not turn up for two hundred rounds in succession. I assure you that you may lose all your capital." "You are wrong utterly wrong. Stake, I tell you! What a chattering tongue you have! I know perfectly well what I am doing." The old lady was shaking with ex... | shaken by the event (indeed, she seemed perfectly calm), she was trembling inwardly from head to foot. At length, completely absorbed in the game, she burst out: "Alexis Ivanovitch, did not the croupier just say that 4000 florins were the most that could be staked at any one time? Well, take these 4000, and stake them ... | The Gambler | she had been something curious. "Quelle victoire!" exclaimed De Griers.<|quote|>"Mais, Madame, c tait du feu!"</|quote|>added Mlle. Blanche with an elusive smile. "Yes, I have | {
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"I don t believe that there is anything to be called an intrigue." | Winterbourne | which his aunt had alluded.<|quote|>"I don t believe that there is anything to be called an intrigue."</|quote|>"I have heard a dozen | something of that pensiveness to which his aunt had alluded.<|quote|>"I don t believe that there is anything to be called an intrigue."</|quote|>"I have heard a dozen people speak of it; they | intrigue with that little barber s block." "Do you call it an intrigue," Winterbourne asked--" "an affair that goes on with such peculiar publicity?" "That s their folly," said Mrs. Costello; "it s not their merit." "No," rejoined Winterbourne, with something of that pensiveness to which his aunt had alluded.<|quote|>"... | had not the least idea I was pensive," said the young man. "You are very much preoccupied; you are thinking of something." "And what is it," he asked, "that you accuse me of thinking of?" "Of that young lady s--Miss Baker s, Miss Chandler s--what s her name?--Miss Miller s intrigue with that little barber s block." "Do... | him to do this and to do that; she was constantly "chaffing" and abusing him. She appeared completely to have forgotten that Winterbourne had said anything to displease her at Mrs. Walker s little party. One Sunday afternoon, having gone to St. Peter s with his aunt, Winterbourne perceived Daisy strolling about the gre... | freely with two gentlemen as with one; there was always, in her conversation, the same odd mixture of audacity and puerility. Winterbourne remarked to himself that if she was seriously interested in Giovanelli, it was very singular that she should not take more trouble to preserve the sanctity of their interviews; and ... | occurred to Mr. Winterbourne to offer me any tea," she said with her little tormenting manner. "I have offered you advice," Winterbourne rejoined. "I prefer weak tea!" cried Daisy, and she went off with the brilliant Giovanelli. She sat with him in the adjoining room, in the embrasure of the window, for the rest of the... | s part, I may affirm that with regard to the women who had hitherto interested him, it very often seemed to Winterbourne among the possibilities that, given certain contingencies, he should be afraid--literally afraid--of these ladies; he had a pleasant sense that he should never be afraid of Daisy Miller. It must be a... | Daisy Miller | something of that pensiveness to which his aunt had alluded.<|quote|>"I don t believe that there is anything to be called an intrigue."</|quote|>"I have heard a dozen people speak of it; they | {
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They were only just in time, for almost before they had thrown the old sacking over the rope, the bolt of the trap-door was thrust back, and the sinister-looking sailor entered with four more, to give a sharp look round the place, and then roughly seize the prisoners. | No speaker | yard or two." "Hist! Quick!"<|quote|>They were only just in time, for almost before they had thrown the old sacking over the rope, the bolt of the trap-door was thrust back, and the sinister-looking sailor entered with four more, to give a sharp look round the place, and then roughly seize the prisoners.</|quote|>"Now... | No let's make it another yard or two." "Hist! Quick!"<|quote|>They were only just in time, for almost before they had thrown the old sacking over the rope, the bolt of the trap-door was thrust back, and the sinister-looking sailor entered with four more, to give a sharp look round the place, and then roughly seize the... | not done." "But the rope must be long enough now." "Think so, sir?" "Yes; and if it is not, we can easily drop the rest of the way." "What! And break our legs, or sprain our ankles, and be caught? No let's make it another yard or two." "Hist! Quick!"<|quote|>They were only just in time, for almost before they had th... | great deal of mental strain. In fact, Don stared wonderingly at the skylight, as it seemed to him to have suddenly turned dark. "Going to be a storm, Jem," he said. "Will the rain hurt the rope?" "Storm, Mas' Don? Why, it's as clear as clear. Getting late, and us not done." "But the rope must be long enough now." "Th... | below suggesting danger, while over and over again, in spite of their efforts, the rope advanced so slowly, and the result was so poor, that Don felt in despair of its being done by the time they wanted it, and doubtful whether if done it would bear their weight. He envied Jem's stolid patience and the brave way in whi... | Don. That stoutish chap seemed to smell a rat, and that smiling door-knocker fellow was all on the spy; but I don't think he heared anything, and I'm sure he didn't see. Now, then, can you tell me whether they're coming back?" Don shook his head, and they remained thinking and watching for nearly an hour before Jem dec... | approached and picked up a piece close to that which served for a couch. "How came all this here?" he said sharply. "Old stuff, sir. Been used for the bales o' 'bacco, I s'pose," said the furtive-looking man. "Humph. And so you have made a bed of it, eh? Let's have a look." The perspiration stood on Don's forehead. ... | It was labour in vain, for the bolt had been shot. "They don't mean to let us go, Mas' Don," said Jem. "Come on, and let's get the rope done." They returned to the sacking, lifted it up, and taking out the unfinished rope, worked away rapidly, but with the action of sparrows feeding in a road--one peck and two looks ou... | Don Lavington | No let's make it another yard or two." "Hist! Quick!"<|quote|>They were only just in time, for almost before they had thrown the old sacking over the rope, the bolt of the trap-door was thrust back, and the sinister-looking sailor entered with four more, to give a sharp look round the place, and then roughly seize the... | {
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"Then," | Mr. Brownlow | is not?" suggested the girl.<|quote|>"Then,"</|quote|>pursued the gentleman, "this Fagin | scot free." "And if it is not?" suggested the girl.<|quote|>"Then,"</|quote|>pursued the gentleman, "this Fagin shall not be brought to | the truth is forced from him, there the matter will rest; there must be circumstances in Oliver's little history which it would be painful to drag before the public eye, and if the truth is once elicited, they shall go scot free." "And if it is not?" suggested the girl.<|quote|>"Then,"</|quote|>pursued the gentleman, "... | bad as they are." "Then," said the gentleman, quickly, as if this had been the point he had been aiming to attain; "put Monks into my hands, and leave him to me to deal with." "What if he turns against the others?" "I promise you that in that case, if the truth is forced from him, there the matter will rest; there must... | do that." "You will not?" said the gentleman, who seemed fully prepared for this answer. "Never!" returned the girl. "Tell me why?" "For one reason," rejoined the girl firmly, "for one reason, that the lady knows and will stand by me in, I know she will, for I have her promise: and for this other reason, besides, that,... | neither he nor any of them suspect me." "Good," said the gentleman. "Now listen to me." "I am ready," replied the girl, as he paused for a moment. "This young lady," the gentleman began, "has communicated to me, and to some other friends who can be safely trusted, what you told her nearly a fortnight since. I confess t... | a hoarse voice. "I'll swear I saw coffin' written in every page of the book in large black letters, aye, and they carried one close to me, in the streets to-night." "There is nothing unusual in that," said the gentleman. "They have passed me often." "_Real ones_," rejoined the girl. "This was not." There was something ... | I will never do it!" replied the girl. "Devil that he is, and worse than devil as he has been to me, I will never do that." "You will not?" said the gentleman, who seemed fully prepared for this answer. "Never!" returned the girl. "Tell me why?" "For one reason," rejoined the girl firmly, "for one reason, that the lady... | Oliver Twist | scot free." "And if it is not?" suggested the girl.<|quote|>"Then,"</|quote|>pursued the gentleman, "this Fagin shall not be brought to | {
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"Yes, you know enough of my _frankness_ to believe me capable of _that_. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations." | Elizabeth | and laughed as she replied,<|quote|>"Yes, you know enough of my _frankness_ to believe me capable of _that_. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations."</|quote|>"What did you say of | frankly and openly." Elizabeth coloured and laughed as she replied,<|quote|>"Yes, you know enough of my _frankness_ to believe me capable of _that_. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations."</|quote|>"What did you say of me, that I did not | to hope," said he, "as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain, that, had you been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly." Elizabeth coloured and laughed as she replied,<|quote|>"Yes, yo... | latter, which, in her ladyship's apprehension, peculiarly denoted her perverseness and assurance, in the belief that such a relation must assist her endeavours to obtain that promise from her nephew, which _she_ had refused to give. But, unluckily for her ladyship, its effect had been exactly contrariwise. "It taught m... | and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable. They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought; and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects. She soon learnt that they were indebted for their ... | me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe, I thought only of _you_." Elizabeth was too much embarrassed to say a word. After a short pause, her companion added, "You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. _My_ affections and wishes are unchanged... | time to tell him of their having seen his aunt, of which her daughter sat in momentary dread, Bingley, who wanted to be alone with Jane, proposed their all walking out. It was agreed to. Mrs. Bennet was not in the habit of walking, Mary could never spare time, but the remaining five set off together. Bingley and Jane, ... | trouble, and bear so many mortifications, for the sake of discovering them." "If you _will_ thank me," he replied, "let it be for yourself alone. That the wish of giving happiness to you, might add force to the other inducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your _family_ owe me nothing. Much as I r... | Pride And Prejudice | frankly and openly." Elizabeth coloured and laughed as she replied,<|quote|>"Yes, you know enough of my _frankness_ to believe me capable of _that_. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations."</|quote|>"What did you say of me, that I did not | {
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he groaned. | No speaker | shrugged his shoulders. "Margaret! Margaret!"<|quote|>he groaned.</|quote|>"No education can teach a | when you say it." Henry shrugged his shoulders. "Margaret! Margaret!"<|quote|>he groaned.</|quote|>"No education can teach a woman logic. Now, my dear, | scrupulous as any man alive, I hope; but when it is a case like this, when there is a question of madness--" "I deny it s madness." "You said just now--" "It s madness when I say it, but not when you say it." Henry shrugged his shoulders. "Margaret! Margaret!"<|quote|>he groaned.</|quote|>"No education can teach a woma... | but I couldn t." "I see," he said; "you have scruples." "I suppose so." "And sooner than go against them you would have your sister suffer. You could have got her down to Swanage by a word, but you had scruples. And scruples are all very well. I am as scrupulous as any man alive, I hope; but when it is a case like this... | no time." Margaret shook her head. "It s quite impossible." "Why?" "It doesn t seem impossible to me," said Tibby; "it is surely a very tippy plan." "It is impossible, because--" She looked at her husband sadly. "It s not the particular language that Helen and I talk, if you see my meaning. It would do splendidly for o... | ethics from the wolf-pack. "You want to get hold of her?" he said. "That s the problem, isn t it? She has got to see a doctor." "For all I know she has seen one already." "Yes, yes; don t interrupt." He rose to his feet and thought intently. The genial, tentative host disappeared, and they saw instead the man who had c... | obeyed her. "Margaret s point is this," he said. "Our sister may be mad." Charles, who was working in the inner room, looked round. "Come in, Charles," said Margaret kindly. "Could you help us at all? We are again in trouble." "I m afraid I cannot. What are the facts? We are all mad more or less, you know, in these day... | his feet and thought intently. The genial, tentative host disappeared, and they saw instead the man who had carved money out of Greece and Africa, and bought forests from the natives for a few bottles of gin. "I ve got it," he said at last. "It s perfectly easy. Leave it to me. We ll send her down to Howards End." "How... | Howards End | when you say it." Henry shrugged his shoulders. "Margaret! Margaret!"<|quote|>he groaned.</|quote|>"No education can teach a woman logic. Now, my dear, | {
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"Of the arrest?" | Mr. Hastings | I asked feebly. "Of what?"<|quote|>"Of the arrest?"</|quote|>"What should I think? Apparently | "Well, what do you think?" I asked feebly. "Of what?"<|quote|>"Of the arrest?"</|quote|>"What should I think? Apparently he is a German spy; | have bitten out my tongue for: "You know that Dr. Bauerstein has been arrested?" An instant coldness passed like a mask over her face, blotting out all expression. "John was so kind as to break that to me this morning." "Well, what do you think?" I asked feebly. "Of what?"<|quote|>"Of the arrest?"</|quote|>"What should... | the hills. A little cry broke from her lips: "You don't know, you don't know, how this hateful place has been prison to me!" "I understand," I said, "but but don't do anything rash." "Oh, rash!" Her voice mocked at my prudence. Then suddenly I said a thing I could have bitten out my tongue for: "You know that Dr. Bauer... | Styles." "You and John are not going to live here?" "John may live here, but I shall not." "You are going to leave him?" "Yes." "But why?" She paused a long time, and said at last: "Perhaps because I want to be free!" And, as she spoke, I had a sudden vision of broad spaces, virgin tracts of forests, untrodden lands an... | No, he was simply a way of escape from the insufferable monotony of my life." I said nothing, and after a moment, she went on: "Don't misunderstand me. I was quite honest with him. I told him, what was true, that I liked him very much, that I hoped to come to like him more, but that I was not in any way what the world ... | business or not, I will tell you that we are _not_ happy." I said nothing, for I saw that she had not finished. She began slowly, walking up and down the room, her head a little bent, and that slim, supple figure of hers swaying gently as she walked. She stopped suddenly, and looked up at me. "You don't know anything a... | simply a way of escape from the insufferable monotony of my life." I said nothing, and after a moment, she went on: "Don't misunderstand me. I was quite honest with him. I told him, what was true, that I liked him very much, that I hoped to come to like him more, but that I was not in any way what the world calls in lo... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | "Well, what do you think?" I asked feebly. "Of what?"<|quote|>"Of the arrest?"</|quote|>"What should I think? Apparently he is a German spy; | {
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said the bluff man. | No speaker | "Top floor and make fast,"<|quote|>said the bluff man.</|quote|>"But you will let me | 'em, sir?" said a sailor. "Top floor and make fast,"<|quote|>said the bluff man.</|quote|>"But you will let me send word home?" began Don. | and bolted, and directly after they were all standing on the floor of what had evidently been used as a tobacco warehouse, where the lanthorn light showed a rough step ladder leading up to another floor. "Where shall we put 'em, sir?" said a sailor. "Top floor and make fast,"<|quote|>said the bluff man.</|quote|>"But y... | Rather hard on the lad to shut him up with these swine. Here, come along." A couple of the press-gang seized Don by the arms, and a couple more paid Jem Wimble the same attention, after which they were led up a flight of steps, the door was banged to and bolted, and directly after they were all standing on the floor of... | he comes back." "But you will let me send a message to them at home?" "To come and fetch you away, my lad? Well, hardly. We don't give that facility to pressed men to get away. There, be patient; we will not keep you in this hole long." He glanced at the four sleeping men, and turned slowly to go, giving Don a nod o... | victims of outrage, and his indignation seemed to be boiling up within him when the bluff-looking man said good-humouredly,-- "That's the way to get them, my lad. Those four fellows made themselves tipsy and went to sleep, merchant sailors; they'll wake up to-morrow morning with bad headaches and in His Majesty's Serv... | leaned against a wall there in the darkness his busy brain pictured his stern-looking uncle telling his weeping mother that it was a disgrace to her to mourn over the loss of a son who could be guilty of such a crime, and then run away to avoid his punishment. "Oh! If I had only been a little wiser," thought Don, "how... | the door's open. That's how to get away." _Cling_! _clang_! Two bolts were shot back and a flood--or after the intense darkness what seemed to be a flood--of light flashed into the cellar, as the bluff man entered with another bearing the lanthorn. Then there was a great deal of shuffling of feet as if heavy loads wer... | Don Lavington | 'em, sir?" said a sailor. "Top floor and make fast,"<|quote|>said the bluff man.</|quote|>"But you will let me send word home?" began Don. | {
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"They are something," | Brett Ashley | bull-fighters close by," Mike said.<|quote|>"They are something,"</|quote|>Brett said. "That Romero lad | "She wants to see the bull-fighters close by," Mike said.<|quote|>"They are something,"</|quote|>Brett said. "That Romero lad is just a child." "He's | a dreadful moment for me just when the bull starts for the horse." "The bulls were fine," Cohn said. "They were very good," Mike said. "I want to sit down below, next time." Brett drank from her glass of absinthe. "She wants to see the bull-fighters close by," Mike said.<|quote|>"They are something,"</|quote|>Brett sai... | liked it. I think it's a wonderful show." "Gad, yes! What a spectacle!" Brett said. "I wish they didn't have the horse part," Cohn said. "They're not important," Bill said. "After a while you never notice anything disgusting." "It is a bit strong just at the start," Brett said. "There's a dreadful moment for me just wh... | along, Michael." "You mustn't ever get bored at your first bull-fight, Robert," Mike said. "It might make such a mess." "Oh, shove it along, Michael," Brett said. "He said Brett was a sadist," Mike said. "Brett's not a sadist. She's just a lovely, healthy wench." "Are you a sadist, Brett?" I asked. "Hope not." "He said... | isn't he lovely," Brett said. "And those green trousers." "Brett never took her eyes off them." "I say, I must borrow your glasses to-morrow." "How did it go?" "Wonderfully! Simply perfect. I say, it is a spectacle!" "How about the horses?" "I couldn't help looking at them." "She couldn't take her eyes off them," Mike ... | a real one. There had not been a real one for a long time. Of the other two matadors, one was very fair and the other was passable. But there was no comparison with Romero, although neither of his bulls was much. Several times during the bull-fight I looked up at Mike and Brett and Cohn, with the glasses. They seemed t... | said, "that Romero what'shisname is somebody. Am I wrong?" "Oh, isn't he lovely," Brett said. "And those green trousers." "Brett never took her eyes off them." "I say, I must borrow your glasses to-morrow." "How did it go?" "Wonderfully! Simply perfect. I say, it is a spectacle!" "How about the horses?" "I couldn't hel... | The Sun Also Rises | "She wants to see the bull-fighters close by," Mike said.<|quote|>"They are something,"</|quote|>Brett said. "That Romero lad is just a child." "He's | {
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"Dash it, Dad, don't be prehistoric! Wasn't she--once--your Fanny?" | Dallas | so! Only I don't see--"<|quote|>"Dash it, Dad, don't be prehistoric! Wasn't she--once--your Fanny?"</|quote|>Dallas belonged body and soul | my dear fellow--I should hope so! Only I don't see--"<|quote|>"Dash it, Dad, don't be prehistoric! Wasn't she--once--your Fanny?"</|quote|>Dallas belonged body and soul to the new generation. He | "Ah--there you have it! That's what it always comes to, doesn't it? When she comes, SHE'S DIFFERENT--and one doesn't know why. It's exactly what I feel about Fanny." His father drew back a step, releasing his arm. "About Fanny? But, my dear fellow--I should hope so! Only I don't see--"<|quote|>"Dash it, Dad, don't be p... | slipped his arm through his father's with a confidential pressure. "I say, father: what was she like?" Archer felt his colour rise under his son's unabashed gaze. "Come, own up: you and she were great pals, weren't you? Wasn't she most awfully lovely?" "Lovely? I don't know. She was different." "Ah--there you have it! ... | her over from Buenos Ayres to the Assomption. Fanny hadn't any friends in Paris, and Madame Olenska used to be kind to her and trot her about on holidays. I believe she was a great friend of the first Mrs. Beaufort's. And she's our cousin, of course. So I rang her up this morning, before I went out, and told her you an... | art and study and pleasure that filled each mighty artery to bursting. Now the spectacle was before him in its glory, and as he looked out on it he felt shy, old-fashioned, inadequate: a mere grey speck of a man compared with the ruthless magnificent fellow he had dreamed of being.... Dallas's hand came down cheerily o... | fads and fetishes and frivolities--to bother much about their neighbours. And of what account was anybody's past, in the huge kaleidoscope where all the social atoms spun around on the same plane? Newland Archer, looking out of his hotel window at the stately gaiety of the Paris streets, felt his heart beating with the... | They stood for a while looking out in silence, and then the young man continued: "By the way, I've got a message for you: the Countess Olenska expects us both at half-past five." He said it lightly, carelessly, as he might have imparted any casual item of information, such as the hour at which their train was to leave ... | The Age Of Innocence | my dear fellow--I should hope so! Only I don't see--"<|quote|>"Dash it, Dad, don't be prehistoric! Wasn't she--once--your Fanny?"</|quote|>Dallas belonged body and soul to the new generation. He | {
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"It must never be known, I say, if Berry has to rot in jail." | Maurice Oakley | never mind, you are right."<|quote|>"It must never be known, I say, if Berry has to rot in jail."</|quote|>So they wrote a lie | and name?" "Never mind, Maurice, never mind, you are right."<|quote|>"It must never be known, I say, if Berry has to rot in jail."</|quote|>So they wrote a lie to Frank, and buried the | No one shall ever know." "Yes, dear, but--but--what of Berry?" "What of Berry?" he cried, starting up excitedly. "What is Berry to Frank? What is that nigger to my brother? What are his sufferings to the honour of my family and name?" "Never mind, Maurice, never mind, you are right."<|quote|>"It must never be known, I ... | never noticed signs of heart trouble in Oakley. Oh, well, business worry will produce anything in anybody." It was soon common talk about the town about Maurice Oakley's attack. In the seclusion of his chamber he was saying to his wife: "Ah, Leslie, you and I will keep the secret. No one shall ever know." "Yes, dear, b... | the doctor came, he found Maurice Oakley in bed, but better. The medical man diagnosed the case and decided that he had received some severe shock. He feared too for his heart, for the patient constantly held his hands pressed against his bosom. In vain the doctor pleaded; he would not take them down, and when the wife... | I did not know----" "Oh, my God, I did not intend that you should see it. I wanted the secret for my own. I wanted to carry it to my grave with me. Oh, Frank, Frank, Frank!" "Never mind, Maurice. It is as if you alone knew it." "It is not, I say, it is not!" He turned upon his face and began to weep passionately, not l... | I need say nothing about her, for I know that nothing I say can ever persuade you to forgive her for taking me from you. This has gone on since I first came here, and I dared not tell you, for I saw whither your eyes had turned. I loved this girl, and she both inspired and hindered my work. Perhaps I would have been su... | firm hands and compressed lips she ministered to his needs pending the doctor's arrival. She bathed his face and temples, chafed his hands, and forced the brandy between his lips. Finally he stirred and his hands gripped. "The letter!" he gasped. "Yes, dear, I have it; I have it." "Give it to me," he cried. She handed ... | The Sport Of The Gods | and name?" "Never mind, Maurice, never mind, you are right."<|quote|>"It must never be known, I say, if Berry has to rot in jail."</|quote|>So they wrote a lie to Frank, and buried the | {
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"Perhaps I am, but I do not know. I have long given up thinking about such things." | Alexis Ivanovitch | do not know," I replied.<|quote|>"Perhaps I am, but I do not know. I have long given up thinking about such things."</|quote|>"If I said to you, | suddenly she asked me. "I do not know," I replied.<|quote|>"Perhaps I am, but I do not know. I have long given up thinking about such things."</|quote|>"If I said to you, Kill that man, would you | a note of disdain and viperish arrogance in her tone, that God knows I could have killed her. Yes, at that moment she stood in peril. I had not lied to her about that. "Surely you are not a coward?" suddenly she asked me. "I do not know," I replied.<|quote|>"Perhaps I am, but I do not know. I have long given up thinkin... | she bidden me in jest, or only in contempt and with a spit in my face, I should have cast myself down. "Oh no! Why so? I believe you," she said, but in such a manner in the manner of which, at times, she was a mistress and with such a note of disdain and viperish arrogance in her tone, that God knows I could have kille... | in particular, love to do so." I remember that at this moment she looked at me in a peculiar way. The fact is that my face must have been expressing all the maze of senseless, gross sensations which were seething within me. To this day I can remember, word for word, the conversation as I have written it down. My eyes w... | impossibility. Why should I not become a fatalist? Remember how, on the third day that we ascended the Shlangenberg, I was moved to whisper in your ear:" Say but the word, and I will leap into the abyss. "Had you said it, I should have leapt. Do you not believe me?" "What stupid rubbish!" she cried. "I care not whether... | so?" was my reply. "You are losing the thread of the argument. If you do not wish to purchase me, at all events you wish to purchase my respect." "Not at all. I have told you that I find it difficult to explain myself. You are hard upon me. Do not be angry at my chattering. You know why you ought not to be angry with m... | Of no use, did you say? Why, to give pleasure is _always_ of use; and, as for barbarous, unlimited power even if it be only over a fly why, it is a kind of luxury. Man is a despot by nature, and loves to torture. You, in particular, love to do so." I remember that at this moment she looked at me in a peculiar way. The ... | The Gambler | suddenly she asked me. "I do not know," I replied.<|quote|>"Perhaps I am, but I do not know. I have long given up thinking about such things."</|quote|>"If I said to you, Kill that man, would you | {
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"No." | Jake Barnes | of wine. "Didn't come, eh?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Do you mind if I | in and finishing a bottle of wine. "Didn't come, eh?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Do you mind if I give you that hundred pesetas | were walking with their friends or relatives through the dark into the town. "I knew they wouldn't come," Robert said. We were going back to the hotel. "I thought they might," I said. Bill was eating fruit when we came in and finishing a bottle of wine. "Didn't come, eh?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Do you mind if I give y... | a crowd of people just back of the gates, and the train came in and stopped, and everybody started coming out through the gates. They were not in the crowd. We waited till everybody had gone through and out of the station and gotten into buses, or taken cabs, or were walking with their friends or relatives through the ... | be on the train. At the station the train was late, and we sat on a baggage-truck and waited outside in the dark. I have never seen a man in civil life as nervous as Robert Cohn--nor as eager. I was enjoying it. It was lousy to enjoy it, but I felt lousy. Cohn had a wonderful quality of bringing out the worst in anybod... | the next time; and then I was out in the hot sun on the steps of the cathedral, and the forefingers and the thumb of my right hand were still damp, and I felt them dry in the sun. The sunlight was hot and hard, and I crossed over beside some buildings, and walked back along side-streets to the hotel. At dinner that nig... | big wooden door, and when I went out I left him sitting among the archives that covered all the walls, and I shut both the doors, and as I went out of the building into the street the porter stopped me to brush off my coat. "You must have been in a motor-car," he said. The back of the collar and the upper part of the s... | while I was praying for myself I found I was getting sleepy, so I prayed that the bull-fights would be good, and that it would be a fine fiesta, and that we would get some fishing. I wondered if there was anything else I might pray for, and I thought I would like to have some money, so I prayed that I would make a lot ... | The Sun Also Rises | in and finishing a bottle of wine. "Didn't come, eh?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Do you mind if I give you that hundred pesetas | {
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said Mrs. Bumble, in a voice of command. | No speaker | if he dared. "Get up!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Bumble, in a voice of command.</|quote|>"And take yourself away from | talk about his prerogative again, if he dared. "Get up!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Bumble, in a voice of command.</|quote|>"And take yourself away from here, unless you want me | his face, and tearing his hair; and, having, by this time, inflicted as much punishment as she deemed necessary for the offence, she pushed him over a chair, which was luckily well situated for the purpose: and defied him to talk about his prerogative again, if he dared. "Get up!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Bumble, in a voice o... | the opposite end of the room. This preliminary proceeding laying bare his head, the expert lady, clasping him tightly round the throat with one hand, inflicted a shower of blows (dealt with singular vigour and dexterity) upon it with the other. This done, she created a little variety by scratching his face, and tearing... | a man might, who felt he had asserted his superiority in a becoming manner, thrust his hands into his pockets, and sauntered towards the door, with much ease and waggishness depicted in his whole appearance. Now, Mrs. Corney that was, had tried the tears, because they were less troublesome than a manual assault; but, s... | at a glance, that the decisive moment had now arrived, and that a blow struck for the mastership on one side or other, must necessarily be final and conclusive, no sooner heard this allusion to the dead and gone, than she dropped into a chair, and with a loud scream that Mr. Bumble was a hard-hearted brute, fell into a... | same train of relection, "for six teaspoons, a pair of sugar-tongs, and a milk-pot; with a small quantity of second-hand furniture, and twenty pound in money. I went very reasonable. Cheap, dirt cheap!" "Cheap!" cried a shrill voice in Mr. Bumble's ear: "you would have been dear at any price; and dear enough I paid for... | ma'am," said Mr. Bumble. "The prerogative of a man is to command." "And what's the prerogative of a woman, in the name of Goodness?" cried the relict of Mr. Corney deceased. "To obey, ma'am," thundered Mr. Bumble. "Your late unfortunate husband should have taught it you; and then, perhaps, he might have been alive now.... | Oliver Twist | talk about his prerogative again, if he dared. "Get up!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Bumble, in a voice of command.</|quote|>"And take yourself away from here, unless you want me | {
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said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective. | No speaker | bare-facedest." "Hold your tongue, Beadle,"<|quote|>said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective.</|quote|>"I beg your worship's pardon," | are one of the most bare-facedest." "Hold your tongue, Beadle,"<|quote|>said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective.</|quote|>"I beg your worship's pardon," said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of | him if they pleased rather than send him away with that dreadful man. "Well!" said Mr. Bumble, raising his hands and eyes with most impressive solemnity. "Well! of all the artful and designing orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most bare-facedest." "Hold your tongue, Beadle,"<|quote|>said the second ol... | aside the paper, and leaning forward with an expression of interest. "Now, boy, tell us what's the matter: don't be afraid." Oliver fell on his knees, and clasping his hands together, prayed that they would order him back to the dark room that they would starve him beat him kill him if they pleased rather than send him... | gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. The old gentleman stopped, ... | you?" said the old gentleman. "When I says I will, I means I will," replied Mr. Gamfield doggedly. "You're a rough speaker, my friend, but you look an honest, open-hearted man," said the old gentleman: turning his spectacles in the direction of the candidate for Oliver's premium, whose villainous countenance was a regu... | the expiration of which time Mr. Bumble thrust in his head, unadorned with the cocked hat, and said aloud: "Now, Oliver, my dear, come to the gentleman." As Mr. Bumble said this, he put on a grim and threatening look, and added, in a low voice, "Mind what I told you, you young rascal!" Oliver stared innocently in Mr. B... | that white stuff on their heads, and were boards from thenceforth on that account. "Well," said the old gentleman, "I suppose he's fond of chimney-sweeping?" "He doats on it, your worship," replied Bumble; giving Oliver a sly pinch, to intimate that he had better not say he didn't. "And he _will_ be a sweep, will he?" ... | Oliver Twist | are one of the most bare-facedest." "Hold your tongue, Beadle,"<|quote|>said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective.</|quote|>"I beg your worship's pardon," said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of | {
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exploded Philip, as exasperated as if the thing had happened yesterday. | No speaker | you ll be happy?" "Really--really,"<|quote|>exploded Philip, as exasperated as if the thing had happened yesterday.</|quote|>"You knew Lilia all your | marry him if you think you ll be happy?" "Really--really,"<|quote|>exploded Philip, as exasperated as if the thing had happened yesterday.</|quote|>"You knew Lilia all your life. Apart from everything else--as | bedroom one night. She was very frightened, for she knew what it was about and how severe I could be. Do you love this man? I asked. Yes or no? She said Yes. And I said, Why don t you marry him if you think you ll be happy?" "Really--really,"<|quote|>exploded Philip, as exasperated as if the thing had happened yesterda... | "Yes; we counted on you," said Philip, with sudden sharpness. After all, if she would reveal her thoughts, she must take the consequences. "I know you did," she retorted with equal sharpness. "Lilia saw him several times again, and I knew I ought to interfere. I called her to my bedroom one night. She was very frighten... | think about it now," said Philip gently. He knew that her nature was in the main generous and upright: it was unnecessary for her to reveal her thoughts. "The first evening we got to Monteriano," she persisted, "Lilia went out for a walk alone, saw that Italian in a picturesque position on a wall, and fell in love. He ... | journey together had been from Monteriano back across Europe. It had been a ghastly journey, and Philip, from the force of association, rather expected something ghastly now. He was surprised. Miss Abbott, between Sawston and Charing Cross, revealed qualities which he had never guessed her to possess. Without being exa... | a little, of that terrible letter. I never saw such genuine remorse. We must forgive her and forget. Let the dead bury their dead. We will not trouble her with them." Philip saw that his mother was scarcely logical. But there was no advantage in saying so. "Here beginneth the New Life, then. Do you remember, mother, th... | s fallen out of our lives." "But that s why I can talk about it and tell you everything I have always wanted to. You thought me stupid and sentimental and wicked and mad, but you never really knew how much I was to blame." "Indeed I never think about it now," said Philip gently. He knew that her nature was in the main ... | Where Angels Fear To Tread | marry him if you think you ll be happy?" "Really--really,"<|quote|>exploded Philip, as exasperated as if the thing had happened yesterday.</|quote|>"You knew Lilia all your life. Apart from everything else--as | {
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