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"Nor have I," | The Secretary | any sleep?" "No," said Syme.<|quote|>"Nor have I,"</|quote|>answered the man in an | early breakfast. Have you had any sleep?" "No," said Syme.<|quote|>"Nor have I,"</|quote|>answered the man in an ordinary tone. "I shall try | its harmonious melancholy. He spoke without further explanation or inquiry, like a man speaking to an old colleague. "If we walk up towards Leicester Square," he said, "we shall just be in time for breakfast. Sunday always insists on an early breakfast. Have you had any sleep?" "No," said Syme.<|quote|>"Nor have I,"</|... | dripping stones, there was something unnerving in it. There was the silent river and the silent man, a man of even classic face. And there was the last nightmare touch that his smile suddenly went wrong. The spasm of smile was instantaneous, and the man's face dropped at once into its harmonious melancholy. He spoke wi... | across the river. Then he took out of his pocket the note from Buttons proving his election, and put it before that sad and beautiful face. Then the man smiled, and his smile was a shock, for it was all on one side, going up in the right cheek and down in the left. There was nothing, rationally speaking, to scare anyon... | not even move a hair; and Syme could come close enough to notice even in the dim, pale morning light that his face was long, pale and intellectual, and ended in a small triangular tuft of dark beard at the very point of the chin, all else being clean-shaven. This scrap of hair almost seemed a mere oversight; the rest o... | tools of morbid conspirators, became the expressions of his own more healthy romance. The sword-stick became almost the sword of chivalry, and the brandy the wine of the stirrup-cup. For even the most dehumanised modern fantasies depend on some older and simpler figure; the adventures may be mad, but the adventurer mus... | silk hat and frock-coat of the more formal type of fashion; he had a red flower in his buttonhole. As Syme drew nearer to him step by step, he did not even move a hair; and Syme could come close enough to notice even in the dim, pale morning light that his face was long, pale and intellectual, and ended in a small tria... | The Man Who Was Thursday | early breakfast. Have you had any sleep?" "No," said Syme.<|quote|>"Nor have I,"</|quote|>answered the man in an ordinary tone. "I shall try | {
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"Is he going to drown me, Mas' Don?" | Jem Wimble | him in his energetic way.<|quote|>"Is he going to drown me, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>"No, no, Jem. I know: | the wrist, and half dragging him in his energetic way.<|quote|>"Is he going to drown me, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>"No, no, Jem. I know: he wants to bathe your | woven, he was generous enough over the fruit and palm, upon which they made a fair breakfast; after which Ngati examined Jem's wounds, and then signed to him to come down to the side of the stream, seizing him by the wrist, and half dragging him in his energetic way.<|quote|>"Is he going to drown me, Mas' Don?"</|quote... | gesture as if to break one, but Ngati snatched it away. "No, no!" he cried sharply, and snatched the other away. "Pig!" ejaculated Jem. "Well, I do call that greedy." But if the chief was greedy over the eggs, which he secured in a roughly-made bag, of palm strips, ingeniously woven, he was generous enough over the fru... | describing the shape of a moderate-sized oval pumpkin. Then, rising erect, he raised one hand to the full extent of his arm, bending the fingers so as to imitate the shape of a bird's head, pressed his head against his arm, placed the left arm close to his body and a little forward, and then began to stalk about slowly... | in search. He uttered a cry of satisfaction the next minute, though, as he stooped down and took a couple of eggs from a nest upon the ground. "Good--good!" he exclaimed, eagerly; and he gave them to Don to carry, while he once more resumed his search, which this time was successful, for he found a young tree, and stri... | salutation that, in spite of weariness and trouble, Don laughed till he saw the great chiefs countenance cloud. But it cleared at once as Don caught his hand, pressed it warmly, and looked gratefully in his face. "Hah!" cried Ngati, grasping the hand he held with painful energy. "My pakeha, morning. Want eat?" "Yes, y... | to carry, while he once more resumed his search, which this time was successful, for he found a young tree, and stripped from its branches a large number of its olive-like berries. "There now," said Jem. "Why, it's all right, Mas' Don; 'tarn't tea and coffee, and bread and butter, but it's salad and eggs and fruit. Wh... | Don Lavington | the wrist, and half dragging him in his energetic way.<|quote|>"Is he going to drown me, Mas' Don?"</|quote|>"No, no, Jem. I know: he wants to bathe your | {
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said Mr. van der Luyden firmly. | No speaker | not quite come to that,"<|quote|>said Mr. van der Luyden firmly.</|quote|>"Ah, if only you and | to." "We'll hope it has not quite come to that,"<|quote|>said Mr. van der Luyden firmly.</|quote|>"Ah, if only you and Louisa went out more!" sighed | seen him try the same thing often before." "The LEFFERTSES!--" said Mrs. van der Luyden. "The LEFFERTSES!--" echoed Mrs. Archer. "What would uncle Egmont have said of Lawrence Lefferts's pronouncing on anybody's social position? It shows what Society has come to." "We'll hope it has not quite come to that,"<|quote|>sai... | of trouble, he gets up a fuss of this kind, to show how awfully moral he is, and talks at the top of his voice about the impertinence of inviting his wife to meet people he doesn't wish her to know. He's simply using Madame Olenska as a lightning-rod; I've seen him try the same thing often before." "The LEFFERTSES!--" ... | lived in simplicity and seclusion, digging invisible weeds out of the perfect lawns of Skuytercliff, and playing Patience together in the evenings. Mr. van der Luyden was the first to speak. "You really think this is due to some--some intentional interference of Lawrence Lefferts's?" he enquired, turning to Archer. "I'... | morning papers till after dinner," said Mrs. Archer responsively. "Yes: my good father abhorred hurry. But now we live in a constant rush," said Mr. van der Luyden in measured tones, looking with pleasant deliberation about the large shrouded room which to Archer was so complete an image of its owners. "But I hope you ... | the almost invariable reply: "I shall first have to talk this over with my husband." She and Mr. van der Luyden were so exactly alike that Archer often wondered how, after forty years of the closest conjugality, two such merged identities ever separated themselves enough for anything as controversial as a talking-over.... | ancestral authority which fate compelled them to wield, when they would so much rather have lived in simplicity and seclusion, digging invisible weeds out of the perfect lawns of Skuytercliff, and playing Patience together in the evenings. Mr. van der Luyden was the first to speak. "You really think this is due to some... | The Age Of Innocence | to." "We'll hope it has not quite come to that,"<|quote|>said Mr. van der Luyden firmly.</|quote|>"Ah, if only you and Louisa went out more!" sighed | {
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she proceeded, | No speaker | thing I don t like,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"is the society. There isn | frightful things here. The only thing I don t like,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any society; or, if | "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always made me wish I was here. But I needn t have done that for dresses. I am sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don t like,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any... | so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy; "it always m... | live in hotels in America. I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I came to Europe. I have never seen so many--it s nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were ve... | going to college." And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of Winterbourne, now wandering over the garde... | real name is Annie P. Miller," the boy went on. "Ask him HIS name," said his sister, indicating Winterbourne. But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent; he continued to supply information with regard to his own family. "My father s name is Ezra B. Miller," he announced. "My father ain t in Europe; my fath... | sat down beside him upon a bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions and those o... | Daisy Miller | frightful things here. The only thing I don t like,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"is the society. There isn t any society; or, if | {
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Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up. | No speaker | “in our very next issue.”<|quote|>Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up.</|quote|>“Ten o’clock,” she remarked, apparently | the magazine on the table, “in our very next issue.”<|quote|>Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up.</|quote|>“Ten o’clock,” she remarked, apparently finding the time on the | hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms. When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand. “To be continued,” she said, tossing the magazine on the table, “in our very next issue.”<|quote|>Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her... | bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the Saturday Evening Post—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamplight, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she... | Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn. “Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!” The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emotion... | Evidently she had reason to be. I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter. “I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.” “Oh, yes.” She looked at me absently. “Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born. Would you like to hear?” ... | grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots, and Tom and Daisy were back at the table. “It couldn’t be helped!” cried Daisy with tense gaiety. She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me, and continued: “I looked outdoors for a minute, and it’s very romantic ... | a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ “You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,” she went on in a convinced way. “Everybody thinks so—the most advanced people. And I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.” Her e... | The Great Gatsby | the magazine on the table, “in our very next issue.”<|quote|>Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up.</|quote|>“Ten o’clock,” she remarked, apparently finding the time on the | {
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"You re right," | William Rodney | of his feeling for Cassandra.<|quote|>"You re right,"</|quote|>he exclaimed, coming to a | longer deny the overmastering strength of his feeling for Cassandra.<|quote|>"You re right,"</|quote|>he exclaimed, coming to a standstill and rapping his knuckles | tried to compose himself. He walked up and down the room; he paused at the window and surveyed the flowers strewn upon the floor. Meanwhile his desire to have Katharine s assurance confirmed became so insistent that he could no longer deny the overmastering strength of his feeling for Cassandra.<|quote|>"You re right,"... | Denham?" she asked. "Yes!" she exclaimed, as if she had found the answer to some momentarily perplexing question. "You re jealous of me, William; but you re not in love with me. I m jealous of you. Therefore, for both our sakes, I say, speak to Cassandra at once." He tried to compose himself. He walked up and down the ... | herself the most admired of women? He looked at her, with doubt, and with anxiety, but said nothing. "Yes, yes," she said, interpreting his wish for assurance, "it s true. I know what she feels for you." "She loves me?" Katharine nodded. "Ah, but who knows what I feel? How can I be sure of my feeling myself? Ten minute... | cheek, and leant her head upon his arm. It was the moment of his triumph. It was the only moment in which she belonged to him and was dependent upon his protection. "Yes, yes, yes," he murmured, "you accept me, Katharine. You love me." For a moment she remained silent. He then heard her murmur: "Cassandra loves you mor... | him, too; he was inflamed by jealousy. His tentative offer of affection had been rudely and, as he thought, completely repulsed by Cassandra on the preceding day. Denham s confession was in his mind. And ultimately, Katharine s dominion over him was of the sort that the fevers of the night cannot exorcise. "I was as mu... | the consequences might be. The thrill of excitement associated with the thought of Cassandra once more took possession of him. No longer was it the excitement of anticipation and ignorance; it was the excitement of something greater than a possibility, for now he knew her and had measure of the sympathy between them. B... | Night And Day | longer deny the overmastering strength of his feeling for Cassandra.<|quote|>"You re right,"</|quote|>he exclaimed, coming to a standstill and rapping his knuckles | {
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"My dear father, consult an expert if you like, but I don t admit it is my mother s writing." | Charles Wilcox | at the time she wrote."<|quote|>"My dear father, consult an expert if you like, but I don t admit it is my mother s writing."</|quote|>"Why, you just said it | is the--the invalid s condition at the time she wrote."<|quote|>"My dear father, consult an expert if you like, but I don t admit it is my mother s writing."</|quote|>"Why, you just said it was!" cried Dolly. "Never mind | unduly--" He stopped. "I don t think that," said his father, whose nature was nobler than his son s. "Don t think what?" "That she would have--that it is a case of undue influence. No, to my mind the question is the--the invalid s condition at the time she wrote."<|quote|>"My dear father, consult an expert if you like,... | Charles, vexed both with his father and his wife, then repeated: "The question is--" He had cleared a space of the breakfast-table from plates and knives, so that he could draw patterns on the tablecloth. "The question is whether Miss Schlegel, during the fortnight we were all away, whether she unduly--" He stopped. "I... | the note. Charles looked at his father for permission, who said abstractedly, "Give it her." She seized it, and at once exclaimed: "Why, it s only in pencil! I said so. Pencil never counts." "We know that it is not legally binding, Dolly," said Mr. Wilcox, speaking from out of his fortress. "We are aware of that. Legal... | enclosed--it was from his mother herself. She had written: "To my husband: I should like Miss Schlegel (Margaret) to have Howards End." "I suppose we re going to have a talk about this?" he remarked, ominously calm. "Certainly. I was coming out to you when Dolly--" "Well, let s sit down." "Come, Evie, don t waste time,... | asked what they wanted. Want was to him the only cause of action. And the question in this case was correct, for his wife replied, "She wants Howards End." "Howards End? Now, Crane, just don t forget to put on the Stepney wheel." "No, sir." "Now, mind you don t forget, for I--Come, little woman." When they were out of ... | Charles took two letters, and read them as he followed the procession. The first was a covering note from the matron. Mrs. Wilcox had desired her, when the funeral should be over, to forward the enclosed. The enclosed--it was from his mother herself. She had written: "To my husband: I should like Miss Schlegel (Margare... | Howards End | is the--the invalid s condition at the time she wrote."<|quote|>"My dear father, consult an expert if you like, but I don t admit it is my mother s writing."</|quote|>"Why, you just said it was!" cried Dolly. "Never mind | {
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"How delightful that will be!" | Isabella Thorpe | tomorrow; mind, I am engaged."<|quote|>"How delightful that will be!"</|quote|>cried Isabella, turning round. "My | will drive you up Lansdown tomorrow; mind, I am engaged."<|quote|>"How delightful that will be!"</|quote|>cried Isabella, turning round. "My dearest Catherine, I quite envy | no; I shall exercise mine at the average of four hours every day while I am here." "Shall you indeed!" said Catherine very seriously. "That will be forty miles a day." "Forty! Aye, fifty, for what I care. Well, I will drive you up Lansdown tomorrow; mind, I am engaged."<|quote|>"How delightful that will be!"</|quote|>c... | the propriety of accepting such an offer. "I will drive you up Lansdown Hill tomorrow." "Thank you; but will not your horse want rest?" "Rest! He has only come three and twenty miles today; all nonsense; nothing ruins horses so much as rest; nothing knocks them up so soon. No, no; I shall exercise mine at the average o... | more the next day; Jackson, of Oriel, bid me sixty at once; Morland was with me at the time." "Yes," said Morland, who overheard this; "but you forget that your horse was included." "My horse! Oh, d it! I would not sell my horse for a hundred. Are you fond of an open carriage, Miss Morland?" "Yes, very; I have hardly e... | cash." "That was very good-natured of you," said Catherine, quite pleased. "Oh! D it, when one has the means of doing a kind thing by a friend, I hate to be pitiful." An inquiry now took place into the intended movements of the young ladies; and, on finding whither they were going, it was decided that the gentlemen sho... | lost an hour," said Morland; "it was only ten o clock when we came from Tetbury." "Ten o clock! It was eleven, upon my soul! I counted every stroke. This brother of yours would persuade me out of my senses, Miss Morland; do but look at my horse; did you ever see an animal so made for speed in your life?" (The servant h... | thing by a friend, I hate to be pitiful." An inquiry now took place into the intended movements of the young ladies; and, on finding whither they were going, it was decided that the gentlemen should accompany them to Edgar s Buildings, and pay their respects to Mrs. Thorpe. James and Isabella led the way; and so well s... | Northanger Abbey | will drive you up Lansdown tomorrow; mind, I am engaged."<|quote|>"How delightful that will be!"</|quote|>cried Isabella, turning round. "My dearest Catherine, I quite envy | {
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“It isn’t a Rubens?” | Grace | ‘Rubens’ there in the library.”<|quote|>“It isn’t a Rubens?”</|quote|>“No more than I’m a | he added, “a most barefaced ‘Rubens’ there in the library.”<|quote|>“It isn’t a Rubens?”</|quote|>“No more than I’m a Ruskin.” “Then you’ll brand us--expose | laughed. “You’ve got five or six--” “Only five or six?” she cried in bright alarm. “‘Only’?” he continued to laugh. “Why, that’s enormous, five or six things of the first importance! But I think I ought to mention to you,” he added, “a most barefaced ‘Rubens’ there in the library.”<|quote|>“It isn’t a Rubens?”</|quote|... | of her, again stood before her. He presented himself as with winged sandals. “What luck to find you! I must take my spin back.” “You’ve seen everything as you wished?” “Oh,” he smiled, “I’ve seen wonders.” She showed her pleasure. “Yes, we’ve got some things.” “So Mr. Bender says!” he laughed. “You’ve got five or six--... | 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 hesitated as between chiding and contenting her--then he handsomely chose. “My dear child, for what do you take me?” With which he impatiently started, through the long and s... | “Well then Lord John’s.” “He’s none of his either--more, I mean, than any one else’s. He’s every one’s American, literally--to all appearance; and I’ve not to tell _you_, surely, with the freedom of your own visitors, how people stalk in and out here.” “No, father--certainly,” she said. “You’re splendidly generous.” Hi... | the character under discussion could after all be summed up without searching analysis. “I consider nevertheless that there’s plenty in him.” It was a moderate claim, to which Lady Grace might assent. “He strikes me as naturally quick and--well, nice. But I agree with you than he hasn’t had a chance.” “Then if you can ... | in him a sharper impatience. “Ah, what would please _me!_ Don’t put it off on ‘me’! Judge absolutely for yourself” --he slightly took himself up-- “in the light of my having consented to do for him what I always _hate_ to do: deviate from my normal practice of never intermeddling. If I’ve deviated now you can judge. Bu... | The Outcry | he added, “a most barefaced ‘Rubens’ there in the library.”<|quote|>“It isn’t a Rubens?”</|quote|>“No more than I’m a Ruskin.” “Then you’ll brand us--expose | {
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"He did, sir," | Mr. Bumble | supper allotted by the dietary?"<|quote|>"He did, sir,"</|quote|>replied Bumble. "That boy will | after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?"<|quote|>"He did, sir,"</|quote|>replied Bumble. "That boy will be hung," said the gentleman | your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!" There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance. "For _more_!" said Mr. Limbkins. "Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?"<|quote|>"He did, ... | aimed a blow at Oliver's head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle. The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said, "Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has ask... | was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity: "Please, sir, I want some more." The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the sm... | been cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent appetites. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn't been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small c... | water-works to lay on an unlimited supply of water; and with a corn-factor to supply periodically small quantities of oatmeal; and issued three meals of thin gruel a day, with an onion twice a week, and half a roll of Sundays. They made a great many other wise and humane regulations, having reference to the ladies, whi... | took their places. The master, in his cook's uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudg... | Oliver Twist | after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?"<|quote|>"He did, sir,"</|quote|>replied Bumble. "That boy will be hung," said the gentleman | {
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On the landing above them two schoolboys were smoking and looking down, but that was nothing to Gurov; he drew Anna Sergeyevna to him, and began kissing her face, her cheeks, and her hands. | No speaker | oh, why, have you come?"<|quote|>On the landing above them two schoolboys were smoking and looking down, but that was nothing to Gurov; he drew Anna Sergeyevna to him, and began kissing her face, her cheeks, and her hands.</|quote|>"What are you doing, what | to forget you; but why, oh, why, have you come?"<|quote|>On the landing above them two schoolboys were smoking and looking down, but that was nothing to Gurov; he drew Anna Sergeyevna to him, and began kissing her face, her cheeks, and her hands.</|quote|>"What are you doing, what are you doing!" she cried | his features more distinctly in her memory. "I am so unhappy," she went on, not heeding him. "I have thought of nothing but you all the time; I live only in the thought of you. And I wanted to forget, to forget you; but why, oh, why, have you come?"<|quote|>On the landing above them two schoolboys were smoking and look... | how you have frightened me! I am half dead. Why have you come? Why?" "But do understand, Anna, do understand ..." he said hastily in a low voice. "I entreat you to understand...." She looked at him with dread, with entreaty, with love; she looked at him intently, to keep his features more distinctly in her memory. "I a... | coats hanging on pegs; the draughts blew on them, bringing a smell of stale tobacco. And Gurov, whose heart was beating violently, thought: "Oh, heavens! Why are these people here and this orchestra!..." And at that instant he recalled how when he had seen Anna Sergeyevna off at the station he had thought that everythi... | and the small bald patch on his head, something of the flunkey's obsequiousness; his smile was sugary, and in his buttonhole there was some badge of distinction like the number on a waiter. During the first interval the husband went away to smoke; she remained alone in her stall. Gurov, who was sitting in the stalls, t... | nap. "How stupid and worrying it is!" he thought when he woke and looked at the dark windows: it was already evening. "Here I've had a good sleep for some reason. What shall I do in the night?" He sat on the bed, which was covered by a cheap grey blanket, such as one sees in hospitals, and he taunted himself in his vex... | sounds of the inferior orchestra, of the wretched provincial violins, he thought how lovely she was. He thought and dreamed. A young man with small side-whiskers, tall and stooping, came in with Anna Sergeyevna and sat down beside her; he bent his head at every step and seemed to be continually bowing. Most likely this... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (1) | to forget you; but why, oh, why, have you come?"<|quote|>On the landing above them two schoolboys were smoking and looking down, but that was nothing to Gurov; he drew Anna Sergeyevna to him, and began kissing her face, her cheeks, and her hands.</|quote|>"What are you doing, what are you doing!" she cried | {
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cried Mrs. Jennings, | No speaker | assist him." "Poor young man!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Jennings,</|quote|>"I am sure he should | out of our power to assist him." "Poor young man!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Jennings,</|quote|>"I am sure he should be very welcome to bed | been in the receipt of two thousand, five hundred a-year (for Miss Morton has thirty thousand pounds,) I cannot picture to myself a more wretched condition. We must all feel for him; and the more so, because it is totally out of our power to assist him." "Poor young man!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Jennings,</|quote|>"I am sur... | a melancholy consideration. Born to the prospect of such affluence! I cannot conceive a situation more deplorable. The interest of two thousand pounds how can a man live on it? and when to that is added the recollection, that he might, but for his own folly, within three months have been in the receipt of two thousand,... | Elinor s heart wrung for the feelings of Edward, while braving his mother s threats, for a woman who could not reward him. "Well, sir," said Mrs. Jennings, "and how did it end?" "I am sorry to say, ma am, in a most unhappy rupture: Edward is dismissed for ever from his mother s notice. He left her house yesterday, but ... | not a better kind of girl in the world, nor one who more deserves a good husband." John Dashwood was greatly astonished; but his nature was calm, not open to provocation, and he never wished to offend anybody, especially anybody of good fortune. He therefore replied, without any resentment, "I would by no means speak d... | never have entered her head! If she suspected _any_ prepossession elsewhere, it could not be in _that_ quarter." _There_, to be sure, "said she," I might have thought myself safe. "She was quite in an agony. We consulted together, however, as to what should be done, and at last she determined to send for Edward. He cam... | wished to offend anybody, especially anybody of good fortune. He therefore replied, without any resentment, "I would by no means speak disrespectfully of any relation of yours, madam. Miss Lucy Steele is, I dare say, a very deserving young woman, but in the present case you know, the connection must be impossible. And ... | Sense And Sensibility | out of our power to assist him." "Poor young man!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Jennings,</|quote|>"I am sure he should be very welcome to bed | {
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put in Mr. Wilcox slyly. | No speaker | "He has apparently got them,"<|quote|>put in Mr. Wilcox slyly.</|quote|>"Yes, indeed, father." "He was | t you want outside interests?" "He has apparently got them,"<|quote|>put in Mr. Wilcox slyly.</|quote|>"Yes, indeed, father." "He was tramping in Surrey, if you | YOU?" "Yes." Evie tittered. "He hasn t got the cosy home that you assumed. He needs outside interests." "Naughty young man!" cried the girl. "Naughty?" said Margaret, who hated naughtiness more than sin. "When you re married Miss Wilcox, won t you want outside interests?" "He has apparently got them,"<|quote|>put in Mr... | of sympathy fell ruining, and she retreated to what she called her "second line"--to the special facts of the case. "His wife is an old bore," she said simply. "He never came home last Saturday night because he wanted to be alone, and she thought he was with us." "With YOU?" "Yes." Evie tittered. "He hasn t got the cos... | office, and observe them to be dull, but I don t know what s going on beneath. So, by the way, with London. I have heard you rail against London, Miss Schlegel, and it seems a funny thing to say but I was very angry with you. What do you know about London? You only see civilisation from the outside. I don t say in your... | wash out his brain and go to the real thing. We want to show him how he may get upsides with life. As I said, either friends or the country, some" "--she hesitated--" "either some very dear person or some very dear place seems necessary to relieve life s daily grey, and to show that it is grey. If possible, one should ... | "Oughtn t you really to be more careful?" Margaret laughed, though her thoughts still strayed after Helen. "Do you realise that it s all your fault?" she said. "You re responsible." "I?" "This is the young man whom we were to warn against the Porphyrion. We warn him, and--look!" Mr. Wilcox was annoyed. "I hardly consid... | that writer sort." "No--oh no! I mean he may be, but it would be loathsome stuff. His brain is filled with the husks of books, culture--horrible; we want him to wash out his brain and go to the real thing. We want to show him how he may get upsides with life. As I said, either friends or the country, some" "--she hesit... | Howards End | t you want outside interests?" "He has apparently got them,"<|quote|>put in Mr. Wilcox slyly.</|quote|>"Yes, indeed, father." "He was tramping in Surrey, if you | {
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"More than likely, sir," | First Lieutenant | Do you think it likely?"<|quote|>"More than likely, sir,"</|quote|>said the lieutenant, coldly. The | such a fate as that. Do you think it likely?"<|quote|>"More than likely, sir,"</|quote|>said the lieutenant, coldly. The captain turned aft, made his | and she was hoisted up and swung inboard. "I'd give anything to capture the scoundrels," said the captain, after walking up and down for a few minutes with the lieutenant; "but I don't want the poor fellows to meet with such a fate as that. Do you think it likely?"<|quote|>"More than likely, sir,"</|quote|>said the li... | could get any distance without having some of the brutes after him." A terrible silence followed this declaration, and the captain drew his breath hard. "Come aboard," he said. "It is too dark for further search to be made." The boat was rowed alongside, the falls lowered, the hooks adjusted, and she was hoisted up and... | sea appeared to grow more dense. At last there was a hail about a hundred yards away, and the officer in the first boat answered the captain's eager inquiry. "No, sir; no luck. Not a sign of any one. I'm afraid--" "They have got ashore and escaped?" "No, sir," said the lieutenant, gravely; "I don't think a man could ... | "I wish I had thought of this before. Now go." Mr Bosun Jones was in command of this boat, and he gave orders to his men, the oars splashed, and away they went into the darkness, their lights growing fainter and fainter, till they seemed to be mere specks in the distance; but they did not die out, and as those left on... | that?" cried the captain. "A cry for help!" "No, sir." "What was it, then?" "Beg pardon, sir; but I think it was one on 'em a-larfin'." The captain gave the speaker--one of the warrant officers--a furious look. "Now, then, is that boat going to be all night?" he shouted. "All ready, sir. Lower away." The boat kissed t... | seemed to be mere specks in the distance; but they did not die out, and as those left on deck watched the progress, they saw the lanthorns of the last boat become stationary, and knew that the men had reached the shore, while the lanthorns of the second cutter were faintly visible, moving slowly far away to the south. ... | Don Lavington | such a fate as that. Do you think it likely?"<|quote|>"More than likely, sir,"</|quote|>said the lieutenant, coldly. The captain turned aft, made his | {
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"Oui, madame," | Marqis De Griers | Monsieur de Griers, I suppose?"<|quote|>"Oui, madame,"</|quote|>assented De Griers. "Et, croyez, | here. Who is this Frenchman? Monsieur de Griers, I suppose?"<|quote|>"Oui, madame,"</|quote|>assented De Griers. "Et, croyez, je suis si enchant ! | Oh, I know _all_ about the telegrams which you have been dispatching. They must have cost you a pretty sum, I should think, for telegrams are not sent from abroad for nothing. Well, I picked up my heels, and came here. Who is this Frenchman? Monsieur de Griers, I suppose?"<|quote|>"Oui, madame,"</|quote|>assented De Gr... | she would have had a stroke. "How on earth did I _what?_" she exclaimed. "Why, I just got into the train and came here. What else is the railway meant for? But you thought that I had turned up my toes and left my property to the lot of you. Oh, I know _all_ about the telegrams which you have been dispatching. They must... | a catastrophe for everybody! For my own part, I stood looking from the Grandmother to the company, and back again, while Mr. Astley, as usual, remained in the background, and gazed calmly and decorously at the scene. "Well, here I am and instead of a telegram, too!" the Grandmother at last ejaculated, to dissipate the ... | been making a great deal of the young Prince, under the very nose of the poor General. In short, the company, though decorous and conventional, was in a gay, familiar mood. But no sooner did the Grandmother appear than the General stopped dead in the middle of a word, and, with jaw dropping, stared hard at the old lady... | leave her chair, one felt, the moment that one first looked at her, that she was also tall of stature. Her back was as straight as a board, and never did she lean back in her seat. Also, her large grey head, with its keen, rugged features, remained always erect as she glanced about her in an imperious, challenging sort... | uneasiness dawning on his face. As for Mlle. Blanche, she too stared wildly at the Grandmother, with eyebrows raised and her lips parted while the Prince and the German savant contemplated the tableau in profound amazement. Only Polina looked anything but perplexed or surprised. Presently, however, she too turned as wh... | The Gambler | here. Who is this Frenchman? Monsieur de Griers, I suppose?"<|quote|>"Oui, madame,"</|quote|>assented De Griers. "Et, croyez, je suis si enchant ! | {
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"I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place! You despise my mother--I know you do--because she's conventional and bothers over puddings; but, oh goodness!" | Lucy | protecting me." Her voice swelled.<|quote|>"I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place! You despise my mother--I know you do--because she's conventional and bothers ... | myself, but now you're always protecting me." Her voice swelled.<|quote|>"I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place! You despise my mother--I know you do--because s... | came into his eyes. "I don't mean exactly that. But you will question me, though I beg you not to, and I must say something. It is that, more or less. When we were only acquaintances, you let me be myself, but now you're always protecting me." Her voice swelled.<|quote|>"I won't be protected. I will choose for myself w... | finest in his disposition. "You don't love me, evidently. I dare say you are right not to. But it would hurt a little less if I knew why." "Because" "--a phrase came to her, and she accepted it--" "you're the sort who can't know any one intimately." A horrified look came into his eyes. "I don't mean exactly that. But y... | that even eluded art. His brain recovered from the shock, and, in a burst of genuine devotion, he cried: "But I love you, and I did think you loved me!" "I did not," she said. "I thought I did at first. I am sorry, and ought to have refused you this last time, too." He began to walk up and down the room, and she grew m... | think you were right," said Cecil gently. "I cannot tell why, but though all that you say sounds true, I feel that you are not treating me fairly. It's all too horrible." "What's the good of a scene?" "No good. But surely I have a right to hear a little more." He put down his glass and opened the window. From where she... | You always think women don't mean what they say." "Well, you sound tired, as if something has worried you." "What if I do? It doesn't prevent me from realizing the truth. I can't marry you, and you will thank me for saying so some day." "You had that bad headache yesterday--All right" "--for she had exclaimed indignant... | think so. You don't like Freddy, nor my mother. There was always a lot against our engagement, Cecil, but all our relations seemed pleased, and we met so often, and it was no good mentioning it until--well, until all things came to a point. They have to-day. I see clearly. I must speak. That's all." "I cannot think you... | A Room With A View | myself, but now you're always protecting me." Her voice swelled.<|quote|>"I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place! You despise my mother--I know you do--because s... | {
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"I know it," | Fagin | crack failed," said Toby faintly.<|quote|>"I know it,"</|quote|>replied the Jew, tearing a | they not been here?" "The crack failed," said Toby faintly.<|quote|>"I know it,"</|quote|>replied the Jew, tearing a newspaper from his pocket and | seat. "Why, you don't mean to say" began Toby, turning pale. "Mean!" cried the Jew, stamping furiously on the ground. "Where are they? Sikes and the boy! Where are they? Where have they been? Where are they hiding? Why have they not been here?" "The crack failed," said Toby faintly.<|quote|>"I know it,"</|quote|>replie... | and water, and to declare that the gin was excellent; then placing his feet against the low mantelpiece, so as to bring his boots to about the level of his eye, he quietly resumed. "First and foremost, Faguey," said the housebreaker, "how's Bill?" "What!" screamed the Jew, starting from his seat. "Why, you don't mean t... | unimpaired, the self-satisfied smirk of flash Toby Crackit. Then the Jew, in an agony of impatience, watched every morsel he put into his mouth; pacing up and down the room, meanwhile, in irrepressible excitement. It was all of no use. Toby continued to eat with the utmost outward indifference, until he could eat no mo... | young cracksman afore the old file now." With these words he pulled up the smock-frock; and, winding it round his middle, drew a chair to the fire, and placed his feet upon the hob. "See there, Faguey," he said, pointing disconsolately to his top boots; "not a drop of Day and Martin since you know when; not a bubble of... | appealed to Master Bates, the principal offender. But, unfortunately, Charley, in opening his mouth to reply that he was never more serious in his life, was unable to prevent the escape of such a violent roar, that the abused Mr. Chitling, without any preliminary ceremonies, rushed across the room and aimed a blow at t... | descended the stairs, bearing the light in his hand, and followed by a man in a coarse smock-frock; who, after casting a hurried glance round the room, pulled off a large wrapper which had concealed the lower portion of his face, and disclosed: all haggard, unwashed, and unshorn: the features of flash Toby Crackit. "Ho... | Oliver Twist | they not been here?" "The crack failed," said Toby faintly.<|quote|>"I know it,"</|quote|>replied the Jew, tearing a newspaper from his pocket and | {
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"It's cold." | Brett Ashley | straight ahead. Suddenly she shivered.<|quote|>"It's cold."</|quote|>"Want to walk back?" "Through | and looked out. Brett stared straight ahead. Suddenly she shivered.<|quote|>"It's cold."</|quote|>"Want to walk back?" "Through the park." We climbed down. | mountain. Up on the top of the mountain we saw the lights of the fort. Below to the left was the river. It was high from the rain, and black and smooth. Trees were dark along the banks. We sat and looked out. Brett stared straight ahead. Suddenly she shivered.<|quote|>"It's cold."</|quote|>"Want to walk back?" "Through... | cathedral, and the town silhouetted against the moon. "Don't feel bad," I said. "I feel like hell," Brett said. "Don't let's talk." We looked out at the plain. The long lines of trees were dark in the moonlight. There were the lights of a car on the road climbing the mountain. Up on the top of the mountain we saw the l... | the fortifications at the edge of town. We passed wine-shops with light coming out from their doors onto the black, wet street, and sudden bursts of music. "Want to go in?" "No." We walked out across the wet grass and onto the stone wall of the fortifications. I spread a newspaper on the stone and Brett sat down. Acros... | only person I've got, and I feel rather awful to-night." "You've got Mike." "Yes, Mike. Hasn't he been pretty?" "Well," I said, "it's been damned hard on Mike, having Cohn around and seeing him with you." "Don't I know it, darling? Please don't make me feel any worse than I do." Brett was nervous as I had never seen he... | this." "Let's go and look at the English," Mike said. "I love to look at the English." "They're awful," Bill said. "Where did they all come from?" "They come from Biarritz," Mike said, "They come to see the last day of the quaint little Spanish fiesta." "I'll festa them," Bill said. "You're an extraordinarily beautiful... | only person I've got, and I feel rather awful to-night." "You've got Mike." "Yes, Mike. Hasn't he been pretty?" "Well," I said, "it's been damned hard on Mike, having Cohn around and seeing him with you." "Don't I know it, darling? Please don't make me feel any worse than I do." Brett was nervous as I had never seen he... | The Sun Also Rises | and looked out. Brett stared straight ahead. Suddenly she shivered.<|quote|>"It's cold."</|quote|>"Want to walk back?" "Through the park." We climbed down. | {
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"We re not going to interrupt you," | Katharine Hilbery | encountered their eyes, and saying,<|quote|>"We re not going to interrupt you,"</|quote|>she led Denham behind the | effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying,<|quote|>"We re not going to interrupt you,"</|quote|>she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front | not without its sweetness. When the door did open, he started, but braved the forthcoming revelation. It was not Mrs. Milvain, however, but Katharine herself who entered, closely followed by Ralph Denham. With a set expression which showed what an effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying,<|qu... | share them; but still, to be alone together, to be running risks together, to be partners in the wonderful conspiracy, was to her so enthralling that she was always forgetting discretion, breaking out into exclamations and admirations which finally made William believe that, although deplorable and upsetting, the situa... | moreover, left them exposed to interruptions which almost destroyed their pleasure in being alone together. The rainy evening made it impossible to go out; and, indeed, according to William s code, it was considerably more damning to be seen out of doors than surprised within. They were so much at the mercy of bells an... | had just passed Katharine in the street and she had failed to recognize him. "That doesn t matter with me, of course, but suppose it happened with somebody else? What would they think? They would suspect something merely from her expression. She looked she looked" he hesitated "like some one walking in her sleep." To C... | realized that this was a moment which would never come again. Perhaps, for a second, it seemed to her that no reality could equal the imagination she had formed. Perhaps she was restrained by some vague fear or anticipation, which made her dread any exchange or interruption. But if these doubts and fears or this suprem... | revealed themselves to her kindling and brooding eyes. She rose once, and going to the bookcase, took out her father s Greek dictionary and spread the sacred pages of symbols and figures before her. She smoothed the sheets with a mixture of affectionate amusement and hope. Would other eyes look on them with her one day... | Night And Day | effort she was making, Katharine encountered their eyes, and saying,<|quote|>"We re not going to interrupt you,"</|quote|>she led Denham behind the curtain which hung in front | {
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"I am Griffin, of University College, and I have made myself invisible. I am just an ordinary man a man you have known made invisible." | The Invisible Man | up and felt his neck.<|quote|>"I am Griffin, of University College, and I have made myself invisible. I am just an ordinary man a man you have known made invisible."</|quote|>"Griffin?" said Kemp. "Griffin," answered | for a minute." He sat up and felt his neck.<|quote|>"I am Griffin, of University College, and I have made myself invisible. I am just an ordinary man a man you have known made invisible."</|quote|>"Griffin?" said Kemp. "Griffin," answered the Voice. "A younger student | to hurt you, but if you behave like a frantic rustic, I must. Don t you remember me, Kemp? Griffin, of University College?" "Let me get up," said Kemp. "I ll stop where I am. And let me sit quiet for a minute." He sat up and felt his neck.<|quote|>"I am Griffin, of University College, and I have made myself invisible. ... | struggled for another moment and then lay still. "If you shout, I ll smash your face," said the Invisible Man, relieving his mouth. "I m an Invisible Man. It s no foolishness, and no magic. I really am an Invisible Man. And I want your help. I don t want to hurt you, but if you behave like a frantic rustic, I must. Don... | Kemp. The hand of the bandaged arm gripped his shoulder, and he was suddenly tripped and flung backwards upon the bed. He opened his mouth to shout, and the corner of the sheet was thrust between his teeth. The Invisible Man had him down grimly, but his arms were free and he struck and tried to kick savagely. "Listen t... | "Kemp!" said the Voice. "Eh?" said Kemp, with his mouth open. "Keep your nerve," said the Voice. "I m an Invisible Man." Kemp made no answer for a space, simply stared at the bandage. "Invisible Man," he said. "I am an Invisible Man," repeated the Voice. The story he had been active to ridicule only that morning rushed... | observant man, and as he recrossed the hall, he noticed a dark spot on the linoleum near the mat at the foot of the stairs. He went on upstairs, and then it suddenly occurred to him to ask himself what the spot on the linoleum might be. Apparently some subconscious element was at work. At any rate, he turned with his b... | close to him. "Kemp!" said the Voice. "Eh?" said Kemp, with his mouth open. "Keep your nerve," said the Voice. "I m an Invisible Man." Kemp made no answer for a space, simply stared at the bandage. "Invisible Man," he said. "I am an Invisible Man," repeated the Voice. The story he had been active to ridicule only that ... | The Invisible Man | for a minute." He sat up and felt his neck.<|quote|>"I am Griffin, of University College, and I have made myself invisible. I am just an ordinary man a man you have known made invisible."</|quote|>"Griffin?" said Kemp. "Griffin," answered the Voice. "A younger student | {
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“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” | Sybylla Melvyn | the place for us yourself.”<|quote|>“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.”</|quote|>“Yes; it is all very | could make a living on the place for us yourself.”<|quote|>“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.”</|quote|>... | clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place for us yourself.”<|quote|>“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bi... | than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the wa... | up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will ... | bishop’s name, the approaching sale of our goods had been duly advertised in the local papers, and my father received several letters of sympathy from the clergy deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already... | money borrowed from the bishop, and keep bread in our mouths. Unfortunately for us, at this time the bishop’s agent proved a scoundrel and absconded. My father held receipts to show that to this agent he had regularly paid the interest of the money borrowed; but through some finicking point of law, because we had not m... | bailiff—a gentleman to the core—seeing how matters stood, helped us to the utmost of his power. Our goods were disposed of on the premises, and the neighbours arranged a mock sale, at which the bailiff winked. Our friends had sent the money, and the neighbours did the bidding—none bidding against each other—and thus ou... | My Brilliant Career | could make a living on the place for us yourself.”<|quote|>“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.”</|quote|>... | {
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Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. | No speaker | of paths, my dear fellow."<|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth.</|quote|>"But you saw them get | path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow."<|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth.</|quote|>"But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she | there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow."<|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but... | out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfull... | is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sun... | a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide... | luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent h... | knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss ... | A Passage To India | path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow."<|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth.</|quote|>"But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she | {
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"How ridiculous! He's going out of the gate. Isn't he coming back to-day?" | Mary Cavendish | as you see!" Mary laughed.<|quote|>"How ridiculous! He's going out of the gate. Isn't he coming back to-day?"</|quote|>"I don't know. I've given | that he is capering about as you see!" Mary laughed.<|quote|>"How ridiculous! He's going out of the gate. Isn't he coming back to-day?"</|quote|>"I don't know. I've given up trying to guess what | I turned to find Mary Cavendish at my elbow. She smiled, and so did I. "What is it all about?" "Really, I can't tell you. He asked Dorcas some question about a bell, and appeared so delighted with her answer that he is capering about as you see!" Mary laughed.<|quote|>"How ridiculous! He's going out of the gate. Isn't ... | on the right track. Ah, my friend, I am like a giant refreshed. I run! I leap!" And, in very truth, run and leap he did, gambolling wildly down the stretch of lawn outside the long window. "What is your remarkable little friend doing?" asked a voice behind me, and I turned to find Mary Cavendish at my elbow. She smiled... | Monday, the day before the tragedy, did anything go wrong with Mrs. Inglethorp's bell?" Dorcas looked very surprised. "Yes, sir, now you mention it, it did; though I don't know how you came to hear of it. A mouse, or some such, must have nibbled the wire through. The man came and put it right on Tuesday morning." With ... | confirms a surmise of mine. Having deduced its existence, I set Miss Howard to search for it, and, as you see, she has been successful." "What did she mean by" On the top of the wardrobe'?" "She meant," replied Poirot promptly, "that she found it on top of a wardrobe." "A funny place for a piece of brown paper," I muse... | way. "And this is the man with whom Mrs. Cavendish has been wandering about all over the country!" I cried indignantly. "Yes. I should fancy he had found her very useful," remarked Poirot. "So long as gossip busied itself in coupling their names together, any other vagaries of the doctor's passed unobserved." "Then you... | the sheet of paper eagerly, and uttered an exclamation of satisfaction. He spread it out on the table. "Come here, Hastings. Now tell me, what is that initial J. or L.?" It was a medium sized sheet of paper, rather dusty, as though it had lain by for some time. But it was the label that was attracting Poirot's attentio... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | that he is capering about as you see!" Mary laughed.<|quote|>"How ridiculous! He's going out of the gate. Isn't he coming back to-day?"</|quote|>"I don't know. I've given up trying to guess what | {
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I said. | No speaker | crossing the street "Hello, men,"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"Hello, gents!" said Brett. "You | gentry," Bill said. They were crossing the street "Hello, men,"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"Hello, gents!" said Brett. "You saved us seats? How nice." | tapped and spatted on the pavement. The toes touched. The heels touched. The balls of the feet touched. Then the music broke wildly and the step was finished and they were all dancing on up the street. "Here come the gentry," Bill said. They were crossing the street "Hello, men,"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"Hello, gents!... | "They dance differently to all the different tunes." "It's swell dancing." In front of us on a clear part of the street a company of boys were dancing. The steps were very intricate and their faces were intent and concentrated. They all looked down while they danced. Their rope-soled shoes tapped and spatted on the pav... | the flow of the crowd was broken by patches of dancers. The dancers were in a crowd, so you did not see the intricate play of the feet. All you saw was the heads and shoulders going up and down, up and down. Finally, we got out of the crowd and made for the caf . The waiter saved chairs for the others, and we each orde... | Romero. Montoya was sitting about ten places away. After Romero had killed his first bull Montoya caught my eye and nodded his head. This was 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, altho... | stay there." In the hotel on the stairs we met Montoya. "Come on," said Montoya. "Do you want to meet Pedro Romero?" "Fine," said Bill. "Let's go see him." We followed Montoya up a flight and down the corridor. "He's in room number eight," Montoya explained. "He's getting dressed for the bull-fight." Montoya knocked on... | was shrill, and everywhere the flow of the crowd was broken by patches of dancers. The dancers were in a crowd, so you did not see the intricate play of the feet. All you saw was the heads and shoulders going up and down, up and down. Finally, we got out of the crowd and made for the caf . The waiter saved chairs for t... | The Sun Also Rises | gentry," Bill said. They were crossing the street "Hello, men,"<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>"Hello, gents!" said Brett. "You saved us seats? How nice." | {
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"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," | Katharine Hilbery | the dinner the night before.<|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"</|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip | had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.<|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"</|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother | touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you re together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.<|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"</|quot... | to years of discretion; and I m well, I m a bit of them all; I m quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things. Now who shall William be? A hero? Hotspur? Henry the Fifth? No, William s got a touch of Hamlet in him, too. I can fancy that William talks to himself when he s alone. ... | and her hand, descending, began drawing square boxes halved and quartered by straight lines, and then circles which underwent the same process of dissection. "Katharine! I ve hit upon a brilliant idea!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed "to lay out, say, a hundred pounds or so on copies of Shakespeare, and give them to working me... | dreaming of _my_ William William Shakespeare, of course. Isn t it odd," she mused, standing at the window and tapping gently upon the pane, "that for all one can see, that dear old thing in the blue bonnet, crossing the road with her basket on her arm, has never heard that there was such a person? Yet it all goes on: l... | childhood, as Mrs. Hilbery had been, to disport themselves now in the Saxon plainness, now in the Latin splendor of the tongue, and stored with memories, as she was, of old poets exuberating in an infinity of vocables. Even Katharine was slightly affected against her better judgment by her mother s enthusiasm. Not that... | value. Her immediate task was to decide whether the whole letter should be printed, or only the paragraph which mentioned Shelley s name, and she reached out for a pen and held it in readiness to do justice upon the sheet. Her pen, however, remained in the air. Almost surreptitiously she slipped a clean sheet in front ... | Night And Day | had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.<|quote|>"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense,"</|quote|>said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother | {
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She tried to remember what she had felt in court, but could not; the vision disappeared whenever she wished to interpret it. "Events presented themselves to me in their logical sequence," was what she said, but it hadn't been that at all. | No speaker | good a word) disappeared suddenly."<|quote|>She tried to remember what she had felt in court, but could not; the vision disappeared whenever she wished to interpret it. "Events presented themselves to me in their logical sequence," was what she said, but it hadn't been that at all.</|quote|>"My belief and of course | call half pressure quite as good a word) disappeared suddenly."<|quote|>She tried to remember what she had felt in court, but could not; the vision disappeared whenever she wished to interpret it. "Events presented themselves to me in their logical sequence," was what she said, but it hadn't been that at all.</|quote|>... | shyly. "I do not. Yet I believe that honesty gets us there." "How can that be?" "Let us go back to hallucinations. I was watching you carefully through your evidence this morning, and if I'm right, the hallucination (what you call half pressure quite as good a word) disappeared suddenly."<|quote|>She tried to remember ... | it honestly, anyhow." "I was brought up to be honest; the trouble is it gets me nowhere." Liking her better, he smiled and said, "It'll get us to heaven." "Will it?" "If heaven existed." "Do you not believe in heaven, Mr. Fielding, may I ask?" she said, looking at him shyly. "I do not. Yet I believe that honesty gets u... | . . . no, nothing as solid as sadness: living at half pressure expresses it best. Half pressure. I remember going on to polo with Mr. Heaslop at the Maidan. Various other things happened it doesn't matter what, but I was under par for all of them. I was certainly in that state when I saw the caves, and you suggest (not... | you think that would be so?" she asked with great humility. "What should have given me an hallucination?" "One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar," he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will. "One of four things. Either Aziz is guilty, which is what your friends think; or you invented the ... | Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for... | make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put i... | A Passage To India | call half pressure quite as good a word) disappeared suddenly."<|quote|>She tried to remember what she had felt in court, but could not; the vision disappeared whenever she wished to interpret it. "Events presented themselves to me in their logical sequence," was what she said, but it hadn't been that at all.</|quote|>... | {
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“Oh, let’s have fun,” | Daisy | “Everybody smoked all through lunch.”<|quote|>“Oh, let’s have fun,”</|quote|>she begged him. “It’s too | anyone smoke a cigarette first?” “Everybody smoked all through lunch.”<|quote|>“Oh, let’s have fun,”</|quote|>she begged him. “It’s too hot to fuss.” He didn’t | to his lips the last of his glass of ale. Daisy’s voice got us to our feet and out on to the blazing gravel drive. “Are we just going to go?” she objected. “Like this? Aren’t we going to let anyone smoke a cigarette first?” “Everybody smoked all through lunch.”<|quote|>“Oh, let’s have fun,”</|quote|>she begged him. “It... | to town. Come on—we’re all going to town.” He got up, his eyes still flashing between Gatsby and his wife. No one moved. “Come on!” His temper cracked a little. “What’s the matter, anyhow? If we’re going to town, let’s start.” His hand, trembling with his effort at self-control, bore to his lips the last of his glass o... | and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. “You always look so cool,” she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. He was astounded. His mouth opened a little, and he looked at Gatsby, and then back at Daisy as if he had just recogn... | the hot lawn and the weedy refuse of the dog-days alongshore. Slowly the white wings of the boat moved against the blue cool limit of the sky. Ahead lay the scalloped ocean and the abounding blessed isles. “There’s sport for you,” said Tom, nodding. “I’d like to be out there with him for about an hour.” We had luncheon... | “I don’t care!” cried Daisy, and began to clog on the brick fireplace. Then she remembered the heat and sat down guiltily on the couch just as a freshly laundered nurse leading a little girl came into the room. “Bles-sed pre-cious,” she crooned, holding out her arms. “Come to your own mother that loves you.” The child,... | of the sky. Ahead lay the scalloped ocean and the abounding blessed isles. “There’s sport for you,” said Tom, nodding. “I’d like to be out there with him for about an hour.” We had luncheon in the dining-room, darkened too against the heat, and drank down nervous gaiety with the cold ale. “What’ll we do with ourselves ... | The Great Gatsby | anyone smoke a cigarette first?” “Everybody smoked all through lunch.”<|quote|>“Oh, let’s have fun,”</|quote|>she begged him. “It’s too hot to fuss.” He didn’t | {
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"Yes, indeed," | Evie | Schlegel, you are too kind."<|quote|>"Yes, indeed,"</|quote|>nodded Evie, a little contemptuously. | his." "Not his?" "No." "Miss Schlegel, you are too kind."<|quote|>"Yes, indeed,"</|quote|>nodded Evie, a little contemptuously. "You behave much too well | warn against the Porphyrion. We warn him, and--look!" Mr. Wilcox was annoyed. "I hardly consider that a fair deduction," he said. "Obviously unfair," said Margaret. "I was only thinking how tangled things are. It s our fault mostly--neither yours nor his." "Not his?" "No." "Miss Schlegel, you are too kind."<|quote|>"Ye... | speak as an old friend, and, permission given, said: "Oughtn t you really to be more careful?" Margaret laughed, though her thoughts still strayed after Helen. "Do you realise that it s all your fault?" she said. "You re responsible." "I?" "This is the young man whom we were to warn against the Porphyrion. We warn him,... | t interfere. You were splendid, Miss Schlegel--absolutely splendid. You can take my word for it, but there are very few women who could have managed him." "Oh yes," said Margaret distractedly. "Bowling him over with those long sentences was what fetched me," cried Evie. "Yes, indeed," chuckled her father; "all that par... | a connection between last Sunday and other days. What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven t we all to struggle against life s daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical ... | that a very rude remark. What do you want to turn on me like that for?" and suddenly the drawing-room re-echoed to a vulgar row. "You ask me why I turn on you?" "Yes." "What do you want to have me here for?" "To help you, you silly boy!" cried Helen. "And don t shout." "I don t want your patronage. I don t want your te... | repartee. "You are the man who tried to walk by the Pole Star." More laughter. "You saw the sunrise." Laughter. "You tried to get away from the fogs that are stifling us all--away past books and houses to the truth. You were looking for a real home." "I fail to see the connection," said Leonard, hot with stupid anger. ... | Howards End | his." "Not his?" "No." "Miss Schlegel, you are too kind."<|quote|>"Yes, indeed,"</|quote|>nodded Evie, a little contemptuously. "You behave much too well | {
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cried Thorpe, | No speaker | like to go." "Thank ye,"<|quote|>cried Thorpe,</|quote|>"but I did not come | say either of them would like to go." "Thank ye,"<|quote|>cried Thorpe,</|quote|>"but I did not come to Bath to drive my | cannot. I cannot be the only woman. I would not, upon any account in the world, do so improper a thing." "Catherine, you must go," said James. "But why cannot Mr. Thorpe drive one of his other sisters? I dare say either of them would like to go." "Thank ye,"<|quote|>cried Thorpe,</|quote|>"but I did not come to Bath to... | he might not go to town on Tuesday." Catherine was sorry, but could do no more; and a short silence ensued, which was broken by Isabella, who in a voice of cold resentment said, "Very well, then there is an end of the party. If Catherine does not go, I cannot. I cannot be the only woman. I would not, upon any account i... | cannot stand out any longer now. The sacrifice is not much; and to oblige such a friend I shall think you quite unkind, if you still refuse." This was the first time of her brother s openly siding against her, and anxious to avoid his displeasure, she proposed a compromise. If they would only put off their scheme till ... | Isabella then tried another method. She reproached her with having more affection for Miss Tilney, though she had known her so little a while, than for her best and oldest friends, with being grown cold and indifferent, in short, towards herself. "I cannot help being jealous, Catherine, when I see myself slighted for s... | the latter no less anxiously placed his upon pleasing her, it was agreed that, provided the weather were fair, the party should take place on the following morning; and they were to set off very early, in order to be at home in good time. The affair thus determined, and Thorpe s approbation secured, Catherine only rema... | to change them. But I believe my feelings are stronger than anybody s; I am sure they are too strong for my own peace; and to see myself supplanted in your friendship by strangers does cut me to the quick, I own. These Tilneys seem to swallow up everything else." Catherine thought this reproach equally strange and unki... | Northanger Abbey | say either of them would like to go." "Thank ye,"<|quote|>cried Thorpe,</|quote|>"but I did not come to Bath to drive my | {
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"I have not said, exert yourself Harriet for my sake; think less, talk less of Mr. Elton for my sake; because for your own sake rather, I would wish it to be done, for the sake of what is more important than my comfort, a habit of self-command in you, a consideration of what is your duty, an attention to propriety, an ... | Emma | of eager exclamation. Emma continued,<|quote|>"I have not said, exert yourself Harriet for my sake; think less, talk less of Mr. Elton for my sake; because for your own sake rather, I would wish it to be done, for the sake of what is more important than my comfort, a habit of self-command in you, a consideration of wha... | more than a few words of eager exclamation. Emma continued,<|quote|>"I have not said, exert yourself Harriet for my sake; think less, talk less of Mr. Elton for my sake; because for your own sake rather, I would wish it to be done, for the sake of what is more important than my comfort, a habit of self-command in you, ... | have not forgotten it, I assure you.--Deceived myself, I did very miserably deceive you--and it will be a painful reflection to me for ever. Do not imagine me in danger of forgetting it." Harriet felt this too much to utter more than a few words of eager exclamation. Emma continued,<|quote|>"I have not said, exert your... | attacked her on another ground. "Your allowing yourself to be so occupied and so unhappy about Mr. Elton's marrying, Harriet, is the strongest reproach you can make _me_. You could not give me a greater reproof for the mistake I fell into. It was all my doing, I know. I have not forgotten it, I assure you.--Deceived my... | too much for her, that Harriet had a right to all her ingenuity and all her patience; but it was heavy work to be for ever convincing without producing any effect, for ever agreed to, without being able to make their opinions the same. Harriet listened submissively, and said "it was very true--it was just as Miss Woodh... | it seldom; for evil in that quarter was at hand. As Frank Churchill's arrival had succeeded Mr. Elton's engagement in the conversation of Highbury, as the latest interest had entirely borne down the first, so now upon Frank Churchill's disappearance, Mr. Elton's concerns were assuming the most irresistible form.--His w... | own name was not wanting. _Miss_ _Woodhouse_ appeared more than once, and never without a something of pleasing connexion, either a compliment to her taste, or a remembrance of what she had said; and in the very last time of its meeting her eye, unadorned as it was by any such broad wreath of gallantry, she yet could d... | in view at least, there had been a great deal of insensibility to other things; but it was now too evident that she had not attained such a state of composure as could stand against the actual approach--new carriage, bell-ringing, and all. Poor Harriet was in a flutter of spirits which required all the reasonings and s... | Emma | more than a few words of eager exclamation. Emma continued,<|quote|>"I have not said, exert yourself Harriet for my sake; think less, talk less of Mr. Elton for my sake; because for your own sake rather, I would wish it to be done, for the sake of what is more important than my comfort, a habit of self-command in you, ... | {
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"I hope you re not disposing of somebody s fortune in a hurry," | Mrs. Hilbery | The lady was Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"I hope you re not disposing of somebody s fortune in a hurry,"</|quote|>she remarked, gazing at the | that his preparations were needless. The lady was Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"I hope you re not disposing of somebody s fortune in a hurry,"</|quote|>she remarked, gazing at the documents on his table, "or | time to run his hands through his hair in order to look as much like a solicitor as possible, and to cram his papers into his pocket, already overcome with shame that another eye should behold them, when he realized that his preparations were needless. The lady was Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"I hope you re not disposing of ... | further with words, he began to draw little figures in the blank spaces, heads meant to resemble her head, blots fringed with flames meant to represent perhaps the entire universe. From this occupation he was roused by the message that a lady wished to speak to him. He had scarcely time to run his hands through his hai... | whole this conclusion appeared to him to justify their relationship. But the conclusion was mystical; it plunged him into thought. The difficulty with which even this amount was written, the inadequacy of the words, and the need of writing under them and over them others which, after all, did no better, led him to leav... | the composition of a letter which, he vowed before he began it, should be sent that same evening. It was a difficult matter to put into words; poetry would have done it better justice, but he must abstain from poetry. In an infinite number of half-obliterated scratches he tried to convey to her the possibility that alt... | to receive any pittance at all. But the appeal to Ralph s humanity had little chance of being heard to-day; he was no longer a model of concentration. The partition so carefully erected between the different sections of his life had been broken down, with the result that though his eyes were fixed upon the last Will an... | his desperation. He began pacing in circles until the process sickened him, and then took a sheet of paper for the composition of a letter which, he vowed before he began it, should be sent that same evening. It was a difficult matter to put into words; poetry would have done it better justice, but he must abstain from... | Night And Day | that his preparations were needless. The lady was Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"I hope you re not disposing of somebody s fortune in a hurry,"</|quote|>she remarked, gazing at the documents on his table, "or | {
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"it is very uncomfortable indeed." | Mrs. Allen | Mrs. Allen, with perfect serenity,<|quote|>"it is very uncomfortable indeed."</|quote|>"What shall we do? The | here!" "Yes, my dear," replied Mrs. Allen, with perfect serenity,<|quote|>"it is very uncomfortable indeed."</|quote|>"What shall we do? The gentlemen and ladies at this | "would not it? It is such a delicate muslin. For my part I have not seen anything I like so well in the whole room, I assure you." "How uncomfortable it is," whispered Catherine, "not to have a single acquaintance here!" "Yes, my dear," replied Mrs. Allen, with perfect serenity,<|quote|>"it is very uncomfortable indeed... | which a large party were already placed, without having anything to do there, or anybody to speak to, except each other. Mrs. Allen congratulated herself, as soon as they were seated, on having preserved her gown from injury. "It would have been very shocking to have it torn," said she, "would not it? It is such a deli... | people, the generality of whose faces possessed nothing to interest, and with all of whom she was so wholly unacquainted that she could not relieve the irksomeness of imprisonment by the exchange of a syllable with any of her fellow captives; and when at last arrived in the tea-room, she felt yet more the awkwardness o... | and ingenuity they found themselves at last in the passage behind the highest bench. Here there was something less of crowd than below; and hence Miss Morland had a comprehensive view of all the company beneath her, and of all the dangers of her late passage through them. It was a splendid sight, and she began, for the... | introduce a young lady into public, being as fond of going everywhere and seeing everything herself as any young lady could be. Dress was her passion. She had a most harmless delight in being fine; and our heroine s entree into life could not take place till after three or four days had been spent in learning what was ... | room was by no means the way to disengage themselves from the crowd; it seemed rather to increase as they went on, whereas she had imagined that when once fairly within the door, they should easily find seats and be able to watch the dances with perfect convenience. But this was far from being the case, and though by u... | Northanger Abbey | here!" "Yes, my dear," replied Mrs. Allen, with perfect serenity,<|quote|>"it is very uncomfortable indeed."</|quote|>"What shall we do? The gentlemen and ladies at this | {
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“with Grace and Mr. Crimble.” | Theign | just parted,” her friend replied,<|quote|>“with Grace and Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“‘Parted’ with them?” --the ambiguity | said. “But you’re alone?” “I’ve just parted,” her friend replied,<|quote|>“with Grace and Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“‘Parted’ with them?” --the ambiguity struck her. “Well, they’ve gone | thrust of the cheque into his waistcoat. Lady Sandgate appeared now in due--that is in the most happily adjusted--splendour; she had changed her dress for something smarter and more appropriate to the entertainment of Princes, “Tea will be downstairs,” she said. “But you’re alone?” “I’ve just parted,” her friend replie... | apparently surprising value he now studied at his ease and to the point of its even drawing from him an articulate “What in damnation--?” His speculation dropped before the return of his hostess, whose approach through the other room fell upon his ear and whom he awaited after a quick thrust of the cheque into his wais... | Bardi’s opinion after all,” Hugh said with a smile; “and it seems to me that--after all as well--I’ve grounds for thanking you!” On which he left his benefactor alone. “Tit for tat!” There broke from Lord Theign, in his solitude, with the young man out of earshot, that vague ironic comment; which only served his turn, ... | girl, with an air that seemed to present her choice as absolutely taken, reached the door which Hugh had come across to open for her. Here she paused as for another, a last look at her father, and her expression seemed to say to him unaidedly that, much as she would have preferred to proceed to her act without this gro... | curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.” “Then I must now write him” --and h... | proposition in a high impersonal manner--he even nervously weighed his letter, shaking it with one hand upon the finger-tips of the other; after which, as finally to acquit himself of any measurable obligation, he allowed Hugh, by a surrender of the interesting object, to redeem his offer of service. “Then you’ll learn... | The Outcry | said. “But you’re alone?” “I’ve just parted,” her friend replied,<|quote|>“with Grace and Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“‘Parted’ with them?” --the ambiguity struck her. “Well, they’ve gone | {
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"H'm," | John Cavendish | into the coffee in passing?"<|quote|>"H'm,"</|quote|>said John. "It would have | hall, the doctor dropped something into the coffee in passing?"<|quote|>"H'm,"</|quote|>said John. "It would have been very risky." "Yes, but | said twice:" That alters everything.' "And I've been thinking. You know Inglethorp said he had put down the coffee in the hall? Well, it was just then that Bauerstein arrived. Isn't it possible that, as Inglethorp brought him through the hall, the doctor dropped something into the coffee in passing?"<|quote|>"H'm,"</|q... | he have in my mother's death?" "That I don't see," I confessed, "but I'll tell you this: Poirot thinks so." "Poirot? Does he? How do you know?" I told him of Poirot's intense excitement on hearing that Dr. Bauerstein had been at Styles on the fatal night, and added: "He said twice:" That alters everything.' "And I've b... | One of us? Yes, surely it must be so, unless - A new idea suggested itself to my mind. Rapidly, I considered it. The light increased. Poirot's mysterious doings, his hints they all fitted in. Fool that I was not to have thought of this possibility before, and what a relief for us all. "No, John," I said, "it isn't one ... | business to start with. Scotland Yard men in and out of the house like a jack-in-the-box! Never know where they won't turn up next. Screaming headlines in every paper in the country damn all journalists, I say! Do you know there was a whole crowd staring in at the lodge gates this morning. Sort of Madame Tussaud's cham... | enough of the fellow hanging about. He's a Polish Jew, anyway." "A tinge of Jewish blood is not a bad thing. It leavens the" she looked at him "stolid stupidity of the ordinary Englishman." Fire in her eyes, ice in her voice. I did not wonder that the blood rose to John's face in a crimson tide. "Mary!" "Well?" Her ton... | Luckily, he took it for granted that I had only just come upon the scene. "Hullo, Hastings. Have you seen the little fellow safely back to his cottage? Quaint little chap! Is he any good, though, really?" "He was considered one of the finest detectives of his day." "Oh, well, I suppose there must be something in it, th... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | hall, the doctor dropped something into the coffee in passing?"<|quote|>"H'm,"</|quote|>said John. "It would have been very risky." "Yes, but | {
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"Here we all are!" | Margaret | since the affair was settled.<|quote|>"Here we all are!"</|quote|>she cried, and took him | who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled.<|quote|>"Here we all are!"</|quote|>she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her | but my motto s Concentrate." And this morning he concentrated with a vengeance. They met in the rhododendrons of yesterday. In the daylight the bushes were inconsiderable and the path was bright in the morning sun. She was with Helen, who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled.<|quote|>"Here we all are!"... | replied with a laugh: "My motto is Concentrate. I ve no intention of frittering away my strength on that sort of thing." "It isn t frittering away the strength," she protested. "It s enlarging the space in which you may be strong." He answered: "You re a clever little woman, but my motto s Concentrate." And this mornin... | bridge would be built and span their lives with beauty. But she failed. For there was one quality in Henry for which she was never prepared, however much she reminded herself of it: his obtuseness. He simply did not notice things, and there was no more to be said. He never noticed that Helen and Frieda were hostile, or... | belief that is desirable only when held passionately. Religion had confirmed him. The words that were read aloud on Sunday to him and to other respectable men were the words that had once kindled the souls of St. Catherine and St. Francis into a white-hot hatred of the carnal. He could not be as the saints and love the... | hold of Howards End, and, thanks to you, she s got it." "I call the way you twist things round and make them hang together most unfair. You couldn t have been nastier if you d caught me flirting. Could he, diddums?" "We re in a bad hole, and must make the best of it. I shall answer the pater s letter civilly. He s evid... | find easy-going. It was hard-going in the roads of Mr. Wilcox s soul. From boyhood he had neglected them. "I am not a fellow who bothers about my own inside." Outwardly he was cheerful, reliable, and brave; but within, all had reverted to chaos, ruled, so far as it was ruled at all, by an incomplete asceticism. Whether... | Howards End | who had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled.<|quote|>"Here we all are!"</|quote|>she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her | {
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"Now girl number twenty," | Thomas Gradgrind | Thus (and much more) Bitzer.<|quote|>"Now girl number twenty,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "You know | known by marks in mouth." Thus (and much more) Bitzer.<|quote|>"Now girl number twenty,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "You know what a horse is." She | Thomas Gradgrind. "Your definition of a horse." "Quadruped. Graminivorous. Forty teeth, namely twenty-four grinders, four eye-teeth, and twelve incisive. Sheds coat in the spring; in marshy countries, sheds hoofs, too. Hoofs hard, but requiring to be shod with iron. Age known by marks in mouth." Thus (and much more) Bi... | something paler than themselves, expressed their form. His short-cropped hair might have been a mere continuation of the sandy freckles on his forehead and face. His skin was so unwholesomely deficient in the natural tinge, that he looked as though, if he were cut, he would bleed white. "Bitzer," said Thomas Gradgrind.... | beginning of a sunbeam, of which Bitzer, being at the corner of a row on the other side, a few rows in advance, caught the end. But, whereas the girl was so dark-eyed and dark-haired, that she seemed to receive a deeper and more lustrous colour from the sun, when it shone upon her, the boy was so light-eyed and light-h... | "If you please, sir, when they can get any to break, they do break horses in the ring, sir." "You mustn't tell us about the ring, here. Very well, then. Describe your father as a horsebreaker. He doctors sick horses, I dare say?" "Oh yes, sir." "Very well, then. He is a veterinary surgeon, a farrier, and horsebreaker. ... | of facts poured into them until they were full to the brim. CHAPTER II MURDERING THE INNOCENTS THOMAS GRADGRIND, sir. A man of realities. A man of facts and calculations. A man who proceeds upon the principle that two and two are four, and nothing over, and who is not to be talked into allowing for anything over. Thoma... | me see. What is your father?" "He belongs to the horse-riding, if you please, sir." Mr. Gradgrind frowned, and waved off the objectionable calling with his hand. "We don't want to know anything about that, here. You mustn't tell us about that, here. Your father breaks horses, don't he?" "If you please, sir, when they c... | Hard Times | known by marks in mouth." Thus (and much more) Bitzer.<|quote|>"Now girl number twenty,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "You know what a horse is." She | {
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"William is upstairs. The kettle boils over. Where s Katharine, I say? I go to look, and I find Cassandra!" | Mrs. Hilbery | observed, in a general way.<|quote|>"William is upstairs. The kettle boils over. Where s Katharine, I say? I go to look, and I find Cassandra!"</|quote|>She seemed to have proved | again! What a coincidence!" she observed, in a general way.<|quote|>"William is upstairs. The kettle boils over. Where s Katharine, I say? I go to look, and I find Cassandra!"</|quote|>She seemed to have proved something to her own satisfaction, | the door, when Mrs. Hilbery, either warned by the parlor-maid or conscious with her usual prescience of the need for her intervention, opened the door and smilingly surveyed them. "My dear Cassandra!" she exclaimed. "How delightful to see you back again! What a coincidence!" she observed, in a general way.<|quote|>"Wil... | with theirs and gave back the ring. "I won t take that unless William gives it me himself," she said. "Keep it for me, Katharine." "I assure you everything s perfectly all right," said Ralph. "Let me tell William" He was about, in spite of Cassandra s protest, to reach the door, when Mrs. Hilbery, either warned by the ... | was so glad that the tears ran down her cheeks. The certainty of Katharine s engagement not only relieved her of a thousand vague fears and self-reproaches, but entirely quenched that spirit of criticism which had lately impaired her belief in Katharine. Her old faith came back to her. She seemed to behold her with tha... | which had been in abeyance for the past week or two, still failed her, and she could only ask, "But where s your luggage?" in the vague belief that to take lodgings depended entirely upon a sufficiency of luggage. Cassandra s reply, "I ve lost my luggage," in no way helped her to a conclusion. "You ve lost your luggage... | of fire which gave its red tint to the atmosphere and crowded the scene with shadows so deep and dark that one could fancy pushing farther into their density and still farther, exploring indefinitely. Whether there was any correspondence between the two prospects now opening before them they shared the same sense of th... | than a question about luggage. Cassandra perceived the look, and saw that it was returned; her eyes filled with tears. She faltered in what she was saying. She began bravely again to discuss the question of lodging when Katharine, who seemed to have communicated silently with Ralph, and obtained his permission, took he... | Night And Day | again! What a coincidence!" she observed, in a general way.<|quote|>"William is upstairs. The kettle boils over. Where s Katharine, I say? I go to look, and I find Cassandra!"</|quote|>She seemed to have proved something to her own satisfaction, | {
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"I believe it is very true, my dear, indeed," | Mr. Woodhouse | my father were not by."<|quote|>"I believe it is very true, my dear, indeed,"</|quote|>said Mr. Woodhouse, with a | you would certainly say if my father were not by."<|quote|>"I believe it is very true, my dear, indeed,"</|quote|>said Mr. Woodhouse, with a sigh. "I am afraid I | any rate, it must be better to have only one to please than two." "Especially when _one_ of those two is such a fanciful, troublesome creature!" said Emma playfully. "That is what you have in your head, I know--and what you would certainly say if my father were not by."<|quote|>"I believe it is very true, my dear, inde... | you all behave? Who cried most?" "Ah! poor Miss Taylor! 'Tis a sad business." "Poor Mr. and Miss Woodhouse, if you please; but I cannot possibly say" 'poor Miss Taylor.' "I have a great regard for you and Emma; but when it comes to the question of dependence or independence!--At any rate, it must be better to have only... | very damp and dirty. I wish you may not catch cold." "Dirty, sir! Look at my shoes. Not a speck on them." "Well! that is quite surprising, for we have had a vast deal of rain here. It rained dreadfully hard for half an hour while we were at breakfast. I wanted them to put off the wedding." "By the bye--I have not wishe... | immediately afterwards walked in and made it unnecessary. Mr. Knightley, a sensible man about seven or eight-and-thirty, was not only a very old and intimate friend of the family, but particularly connected with it, as the elder brother of Isabella's husband. He lived about a mile from Highbury, was a frequent visitor,... | of a house of her own? This is three times as large.--And you have never any odd humours, my dear." "How often we shall be going to see them, and they coming to see us!--We shall be always meeting! _We_ must begin; we must go and pay wedding visit very soon." "My dear, how am I to get so far? Randalls is such a distanc... | be an excellent servant; and it will be a great comfort to poor Miss Taylor to have somebody about her that she is used to see. Whenever James goes over to see his daughter, you know, she will be hearing of us. He will be able to tell her how we all are." Emma spared no exertions to maintain this happier flow of ideas,... | Emma | you would certainly say if my father were not by."<|quote|>"I believe it is very true, my dear, indeed,"</|quote|>said Mr. Woodhouse, with a sigh. "I am afraid I | {
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"We are all unanimous in that wish, I suppose," | Elinor | delight of such imaginary happiness.<|quote|>"We are all unanimous in that wish, I suppose,"</|quote|>said Elinor, "in spite of | her cheeks glowing with the delight of such imaginary happiness.<|quote|>"We are all unanimous in that wish, I suppose,"</|quote|>said Elinor, "in spite of the insufficiency of wealth." "Oh | Marianne coloured as she replied, "But most people do." "I wish," said Margaret, striking out a novel thought, "that somebody would give us all a large fortune apiece!" "Oh that they would!" cried Marianne, her eyes sparkling with animation, and her cheeks glowing with the delight of such imaginary happiness.<|quote|>"... | extravagant in my demands. A proper establishment of servants, a carriage, perhaps two, and hunters, cannot be supported on less." Elinor smiled again, to hear her sister describing so accurately their future expenses at Combe Magna. "Hunters!" repeated Edward "but why must you have hunters? Every body does not hunt." ... | competence and _my_ wealth are very much alike, I dare say; and without them, as the world goes now, we shall both agree that every kind of external comfort must be wanting. Your ideas are only more noble than mine. Come, what is your competence?" "About eighteen hundred or two thousand a year; not more than _that_." E... | "But how is your fame to be established? for famous you must be to satisfy all your family; and with no inclination for expense, no affection for strangers, no profession, and no assurance, you may find it a difficult matter." "I shall not attempt it. I have no wish to be distinguished; and have every reason to hope I ... | here? Are the Middletons pleasant people?" "No, not all," answered Marianne; "we could not be more unfortunately situated." "Marianne," cried her sister, "how can you say so? How can you be so unjust? They are a very respectable family, Mr. Ferrars; and towards us have behaved in the friendliest manner. Have you forgot... | else to give it. Beyond a competence, it can afford no real satisfaction, as far as mere self is concerned." "Perhaps," said Elinor, smiling, "we may come to the same point. _Your_ competence and _my_ wealth are very much alike, I dare say; and without them, as the world goes now, we shall both agree that every kind of... | Sense And Sensibility | her cheeks glowing with the delight of such imaginary happiness.<|quote|>"We are all unanimous in that wish, I suppose,"</|quote|>said Elinor, "in spite of the insufficiency of wealth." "Oh | {
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He left two glasses for the bottle, and we paid him for the sandwiches and tipped him. | No speaker | "Huh! When do I eat?"<|quote|>He left two glasses for the bottle, and we paid him for the sandwiches and tipped him.</|quote|>"I'll get the plates," he | ten-thirty." "When do we eat?" "Huh! When do I eat?"<|quote|>He left two glasses for the bottle, and we paid him for the sandwiches and tipped him.</|quote|>"I'll get the plates," he said, "or bring them with | his family did not come back. A waiter passed in the corridor with our sandwiches and the bottle of Chablis, and we called him in. "You're going to work to-day," I said. He nodded his head. "They start now, at ten-thirty." "When do we eat?" "Huh! When do I eat?"<|quote|>He left two glasses for the bottle, and we paid h... | dress. "Will you boys keep an eye on our things? Come on, Hubert." They all three went up to the wagon restaurant. A little while after they were gone a steward went through announcing the first service, and pilgrims, with their priests, commenced filing down the corridor. Our friend and his family did not come back. A... | wife said to us. She smoothed her comfortable lap. "I voted against prohibition to please him, and because I like a little beer in the house, and then he talks that way. It's a wonder they ever find any one to marry them." "Say," said Bill, "do you know that gang of Pilgrim Fathers have cornered the dining-car until ha... | had to wait a while." "You could have come over ten years ago, if you'd wanted to," the wife said. "What you always said was:" 'See America first!' "I will say we've seen a good deal, take it one way and another." "Say, there's plenty of Americans on this train," the husband said. "They've got seven cars of them from D... | did not see Brett again until the night of the 24th of June. "Did you hear from Cohn?" "Rather. He's keen about it." "My God!" "I thought it was rather odd myself." "Says he can't wait to see me." "Does he think you're coming alone?" "No. I told him we were all coming down together. Michael and all." "He's wonderful." ... | there's plenty of Americans on this train," the husband said. "They've got seven cars of them from Dayton, Ohio. They've been on a pilgrimage to Rome, and now they're going down to Biarritz and Lourdes." "So, that's what they are. Pilgrims. Goddam Puritans," Bill said. "What part of the States you boys from?" "Kansas C... | The Sun Also Rises | ten-thirty." "When do we eat?" "Huh! When do I eat?"<|quote|>He left two glasses for the bottle, and we paid him for the sandwiches and tipped him.</|quote|>"I'll get the plates," he said, "or bring them with | {
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Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. | No speaker | Yes, I always say so,"<|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.</|quote|>"And that reminds me. I | her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so,"<|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.</|quote|>"And that reminds me. I I want to speak to | She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so,"<|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected qui... | silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in... | I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint an... | as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take suc... | felt herself all unfit for; Sissy she had never softened to again, since the night when the stroller's child had raised her eyes to look at Mr. Bounderby's intended wife. She had no inducements to go back, and had rarely gone. Neither, as she approached her old home now, did any of the best influences of old home desce... | every spring and fountain in her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since t... | Hard Times | her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so,"<|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.</|quote|>"And that reminds me. I I want to speak to | {
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Elinor started at this declaration, and was sorry for the warmth she had been betrayed into, in speaking of him. She felt that Edward stood very high in her opinion. She believed the regard to be mutual; but she required greater certainty of it to make Marianne s conviction of their attachment agreeable to her. She kne... | No speaker | now do in his heart."<|quote|>Elinor started at this declaration, and was sorry for the warmth she had been betrayed into, in speaking of him. She felt that Edward stood very high in her opinion. She believed the regard to be mutual; but she required greater certainty of it to make Marianne s conviction of their attach... | in his face, than I now do in his heart."<|quote|>Elinor started at this declaration, and was sorry for the warmth she had been betrayed into, in speaking of him. She felt that Edward stood very high in her opinion. She believed the regard to be mutual; but she required greater certainty of it to make Marianne s convic... | really handsome; or at least, almost so. What say you, Marianne?" "I shall very soon think him handsome, Elinor, if I do not now. When you tell me to love him as a brother, I shall no more see imperfection in his face, than I now do in his heart."<|quote|>Elinor started at this declaration, and was sorry for the warmth... | manners and person. At first sight, his address is certainly not striking; and his person can hardly be called handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his countenance, is perceived. At present, I know him so well, that I think him really handsome; or at least, ... | peculiar circumstances been kept more ignorant than myself. He and I have been at times thrown a good deal together, while you have been wholly engrossed on the most affectionate principle by my mother. I have seen a great deal of him, have studied his sentiments and heard his opinion on subjects of literature and tast... | any account, and yet to say what she did not believe was impossible. At length she replied: "Do not be offended, Elinor, if my praise of him is not in every thing equal to your sense of his merits. I have not had so many opportunities of estimating the minuter propensities of his mind, his inclinations and tastes, as y... | if he is not to be animated by Cowper! but we must allow for difference of taste. Elinor has not my feelings, and therefore she may overlook it, and be happy with him. But it would have broke _my_ heart, had I loved him, to hear him read with so little sensibility. Mama, the more I know of the world, the more am I conv... | that he is always unwilling to give his opinion on any picture; but he has an innate propriety and simplicity of taste, which in general direct him perfectly right." Marianne was afraid of offending, and said no more on the subject; but the kind of approbation which Elinor described as excited in him by the drawings of... | Sense And Sensibility | in his face, than I now do in his heart."<|quote|>Elinor started at this declaration, and was sorry for the warmth she had been betrayed into, in speaking of him. She felt that Edward stood very high in her opinion. She believed the regard to be mutual; but she required greater certainty of it to make Marianne s convic... | {
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said Mrs. Maylie, | No speaker | a clergyman. "Oliver, my child,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Maylie,</|quote|>"where have you been, and | scandal: he being young and a clergyman. "Oliver, my child,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Maylie,</|quote|>"where have you been, and why do you look so | girl; and the example, being contagious, was followed both by the doctor and Mr. Brownlow: some people affirm that Harry Maylie had been observed to set it, originally, in a dark room adjoining; but the best authorities consider this downright scandal: he being young and a clergyman. "Oliver, my child,"<|quote|>said Mr... | serious thoughts of eating my head to-night," said Mr. Grimwig, "for I began to think I should get nothing else. I'll take the liberty, if you'll allow me, of saluting the bride that is to be." Mr. Grimwig lost no time in carrying this notice into effect upon the blushing girl; and the example, being contagious, was fo... | England's richest county; and by one village church mine, Rose, my own! there stands a rustic dwelling which you can make me prouder of, than all the hopes I have renounced, measured a thousandfold. This is my rank and station now, and here I lay it down!" "It's a trying thing waiting supper for lovers," said Mr. Grimw... | "Not yet, not yet," said the young man, detaining her as she rose. "My hopes, my wishes, prospects, feeling: every thought in life except my love for you: have undergone a change. I offer you, now, no distinction among a bustling crowd; no mingling with a world of malice and detraction, where the blood is called into h... | were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain. They were a long, long time alone. A soft tap at the door, at length announced that some one was without... | between yourself and me; resolved that if my world could not be yours, I would make yours mine; that no pride of birth should curl the lip at you, for I would turn from it. This I have done. Those who have shrunk from me because of this, have shrunk from you, and proved you so far right. Such power and patronage: such ... | Oliver Twist | scandal: he being young and a clergyman. "Oliver, my child,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Maylie,</|quote|>"where have you been, and why do you look so | {
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Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid of her; and exultingly said, she did not care how cross he was to her, as they must live together. It was impossible for any one to be more thoroughly good-natured, or more determined to be happy than Mrs. Palmer. The studied indifference, insolence... | No speaker | the whip hand of you."<|quote|>Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid of her; and exultingly said, she did not care how cross he was to her, as they must live together. It was impossible for any one to be more thoroughly good-natured, or more determined to be happy than Mrs. Palmer. The ... | again. So there I have the whip hand of you."<|quote|>Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid of her; and exultingly said, she did not care how cross he was to her, as they must live together. It was impossible for any one to be more thoroughly good-natured, or more determined to be happy... | quite rude?" "I did not know I contradicted any body in calling your mother ill-bred." "Ay, you may abuse me as you please," said the good-natured old lady, "you have taken Charlotte off my hands, and cannot give her back again. So there I have the whip hand of you."<|quote|>Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her... | not be done? They dined with us last." "You and I, Sir John," said Mrs. Jennings, "should not stand upon such ceremony." "Then you would be very ill-bred," cried Mr. Palmer. "My love you contradict every body," said his wife with her usual laugh. "Do you know that you are quite rude?" "I did not know I contradicted any... | remained perfectly silent, though her countenance betrayed her interest in what was said. "Is it very ugly?" continued Mrs. Palmer "then it must be some other place that is so pretty I suppose." When they were seated in the dining room, Sir John observed with regret that they were only eight all together. "My dear," sa... | "How horrid all this is!" said he. "Such weather makes every thing and every body disgusting. Dullness is as much produced within doors as without, by rain. It makes one detest all one s acquaintance. What the devil does Sir John mean by not having a billiard room in his house? How few people know what comfort is! Sir ... | they were gone. "The rent of this cottage is said to be low; but we have it on very hard terms, if we are to dine at the park whenever any one is staying either with them, or with us." "They mean no less to be civil and kind to us now," said Elinor, "by these frequent invitations, than by those which we received from t... | Marianne," said Sir John, "you have not been able to take your usual walk to Allenham today." Marianne looked very grave and said nothing. "Oh, don t be so sly before us," said Mrs. Palmer; "for we know all about it, I assure you; and I admire your taste very much, for I think he is extremely handsome. We do not live a... | Sense And Sensibility | again. So there I have the whip hand of you."<|quote|>Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid of her; and exultingly said, she did not care how cross he was to her, as they must live together. It was impossible for any one to be more thoroughly good-natured, or more determined to be happy... | {
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"Did you speak from your own observation," | Elizabeth | manner of directing his friend.<|quote|>"Did you speak from your own observation,"</|quote|>said she, "when you told | help smiling at his easy manner of directing his friend.<|quote|>"Did you speak from your own observation,"</|quote|>said she, "when you told him that my sister loved | believed myself mistaken in supposing, as I had done, that your sister was indifferent to him; and as I could easily perceive that his attachment to her was unabated, I felt no doubt of their happiness together." Elizabeth could not help smiling at his easy manner of directing his friend.<|quote|>"Did you speak from yo... | a confession to him, which I believe I ought to have made long ago. I told him of all that had occurred to make my former interference in his affairs, absurd and impertinent. His surprise was great. He had never had the slightest suspicion. I told him, moreover, that I believed myself mistaken in supposing, as I had do... | home. "What could become of Mr. Bingley and Jane!" was a wonder which introduced the discussion of _their_ affairs. Darcy was delighted with their engagement; his friend had given him the earliest information of it. "I must ask whether you were surprised?" said Elizabeth. "Not at all. When I went away, I felt that it w... | receive _more_ than my due." "My object _then_," replied Darcy, "was to shew you, by every civility in my power, that I was not so mean as to resent the past; and I hoped to obtain your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introdu... | of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure." "I cannot give you credit for any philosophy of the kind. _Your_ retrospections must be so totally void of reproach, that the contentment arising from them, is not of philosophy, but what is much better, of ignorance. But with _me_, it is not so. Painful recollections... | being pleased." "Had you then persuaded yourself that I should?" "Indeed I had. What will you think of my vanity? I believed you to be wishing, expecting my addresses." "My manners must have been in fault, but not intentionally I assure you. I never meant to deceive you, but my spirits might often lead me wrong. How yo... | Pride And Prejudice | help smiling at his easy manner of directing his friend.<|quote|>"Did you speak from your own observation,"</|quote|>said she, "when you told him that my sister loved | {
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"All presentable people say I." | Helen | did not want her discussed.<|quote|>"All presentable people say I."</|quote|>"But Mr. Wilcox--he is not | was annoyed with Margaret, but did not want her discussed.<|quote|>"All presentable people say I."</|quote|>"But Mr. Wilcox--he is not perhaps--" "I don t know | was silent for a moment. Then he said: "May I take it, Miss Schlegel, that you and I are both the sort that say I ?" "Of course." "And your sister, too?" "Of course," repeated Helen, a little sharply. She was annoyed with Margaret, but did not want her discussed.<|quote|>"All presentable people say I."</|quote|>"But Mr... | to Pity and to Justice. He only says want. Want Europe, if he s Napoleon; want wives, if he s Bluebeard; want Botticelli, if he s Pierpont Morgan. Never the I ; and if you could pierce through the superman, you d find panic and emptiness in the middle."" Leonard was silent for a moment. Then he said: "May I take it, Mi... | t, because their heads have no middle? They can t say I. They AREN T in fact, and so they re supermen. Pierpont Morgan has never said I in his life." Leonard roused himself. If his benefactress wanted intellectual conversation, she must have it. She was more important than his ruined past. "I never got on to Nietzsche,... | sitting with her in the empty coffee-room. "If we told him it was his duty to take you on, he might refuse to do it. The fact is, he isn t properly educated. I don t want to set you against him, but you ll find him a trial." "I can never thank you sufficiently, Miss Schlegel," was all that Leonard felt equal to. "I bel... | He saw his whole life crumbling. "Don t you indeed?" he said bitingly. "I do. Allow me to congratulate you on the success of your plan." "This is Helen s plan, not mine." "I now understand your interest in the Basts. Very well thought out. I am amused at your caution, Margaret. You are quite right--it was necessary. I ... | it was his duty to take you on, he might refuse to do it. The fact is, he isn t properly educated. I don t want to set you against him, but you ll find him a trial." "I can never thank you sufficiently, Miss Schlegel," was all that Leonard felt equal to. "I believe in personal responsibility. Don t you? And in personal... | Howards End | was annoyed with Margaret, but did not want her discussed.<|quote|>"All presentable people say I."</|quote|>"But Mr. Wilcox--he is not perhaps--" "I don t know | {
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"Exactly eleven days," | Caroline Abbott | elaborate calculations on her fingers.<|quote|>"Exactly eleven days,"</|quote|>she said at last. "How | can remember." She entered into elaborate calculations on her fingers.<|quote|>"Exactly eleven days,"</|quote|>she said at last. "How long have you been here?" | been engaged?" Her face was that of a perfect fool--a fool in terror. "A short time--quite a short time," she stammered, as if the shortness of the time would reassure him. "I should like to know how long, if you can remember." She entered into elaborate calculations on her fingers.<|quote|>"Exactly eleven days,"</|quo... | in England; but here in Italy, Lilia, however wilful and silly, was at all events growing to be a human being. "Are we to talk it over now?" he asked. "Certainly, please," said Miss Abbott, in great agitation. "If you will be so very kind." "Then how long has she been engaged?" Her face was that of a perfect fool--a fo... | dozen imaginary conversations, in all of which his logic and eloquence procured him certain victory. But how to begin? He was in the enemy s country, and everything--the hot sun, the cold air behind the heat, the endless rows of olive-trees, regular yet mysterious--seemed hostile to the placid atmosphere of Sawston in ... | Why she had ever wished to leave them was surprising; but as she truly said, "I am John Bull to the backbone, yet I do want to see Italy, just once. Everybody says it is marvellous, and that one gets no idea of it from books at all." The curate suggested that a year was a long time; and Miss Abbott, with decorous playf... | the letter remained, disfiguring the tidy ground. Chapter 2 When the bewildered tourist alights at the station of Monteriano, he finds himself in the middle of the country. There are a few houses round the railway, and many more dotted over the plain and the slopes of the hills, but of a town, mediaeval or otherwise, n... | rest of the day. He was saved from this social blunder by loud shouts, and looking up the road saw one cracking his whip and waving his reins and driving two horses furiously, and behind him there appeared the swaying figure of a woman, holding star-fish fashion on to anything she could touch. It was Miss Abbott, who h... | Where Angels Fear To Tread | can remember." She entered into elaborate calculations on her fingers.<|quote|>"Exactly eleven days,"</|quote|>she said at last. "How long have you been here?" | {
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He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin. (_" | No speaker | honey so much. Oh, help!"<|quote|>He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin. (_"</|quote|>"Was that me?" said Christopher | "it all comes of _liking_ honey so much. Oh, help!"<|quote|>He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin. (_"</|quote|>"Was that me?" said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, | it _was_ rather----" he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches. "It all comes, I suppose," he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, "it all comes of _liking_ honey so much. Oh, help!"<|quote|>He crawled out of the go... | on the branch below him. "If only I hadn't----" he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch. "You see, what I _meant_ to do," he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, "what I _meant_ to do----" "Of course, it _was_ rather----" he admitted, as he slithe... | further ... and a little further ... and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song. "It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, They'd build their nests at the _bottom_ of trees. And that being so (if the Bees were Bears), We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs." He was ge... | he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise. Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think. First of all he said to himself: "That buzzing-n... | WINNIE-THE-POOH _BY A. A. MILNE_ CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he fe... | he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this: "Isn't it funny How a bear likes honey? Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does?" Then he climbed a little further ... and a little further ... and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song. "I... | Winnie The Pooh | "it all comes of _liking_ honey so much. Oh, help!"<|quote|>He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin. (_"</|quote|>"Was that me?" said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, | {
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his eyes wandered round the room | No speaker | There might have been? Yes"<|quote|>his eyes wandered round the room</|quote|>"this boudoir has nothing more | have been, eh, _mon ami?_ There might have been? Yes"<|quote|>his eyes wandered round the room</|quote|>"this boudoir has nothing more to tell us. It did | was, in Poirot's estimation, the highest praise that could be bestowed on any individual. I felt that my friend was not what he had been as he rambled on disconnectedly: "There were no stamps in his desk, but there might have been, eh, _mon ami?_ There might have been? Yes"<|quote|>his eyes wandered round the room</|qu... | it at a pinch." He slid back the roll top, and ran a rapid eye over the neatly filed papers. To my surprise, he did not examine them, merely remarking approvingly as he relocked the desk: "Decidedly, he is a man of method, this Mr. Inglethorp!" A "man of method" was, in Poirot's estimation, the highest praise that coul... | is not for me to dictate to you. You have a right to your own opinion, just as I have to mine." "A most admirable sentiment," remarked Poirot, rising briskly to his feet. "Now I have finished with this room. By the way, whose is the smaller desk in the corner?" "Mr. Inglethorp's." "Ah!" He tried the roll top tentativel... | That is all I want to know. Thank you very much." With a nervous giggle, Annie took herself creakingly out of the room. My pent-up excitement burst forth. "Poirot," I cried, "I congratulate you! This is a great discovery." "What is a great discovery?" "Why, that it was the cocoa and not the coffee that was poisoned. Th... | "Seeing it on the tray, sir." "You saw some salt on the tray?" "Yes. Coarse kitchen salt, it looked. I never noticed it when I took the tray up, but when I came to take it into the mistress's room I saw it at once, and I suppose I ought to have taken it down again, and asked cook to make some fresh. But I was in a hurr... | "Not green, sir." "Nor anyone else in the house?" Annie reflected. "No, sir." "You are sure of that?" "Quite sure." "_Bien!_ That is all I want to know. Thank you very much." With a nervous giggle, Annie took herself creakingly out of the room. My pent-up excitement burst forth. "Poirot," I cried, "I congratulate you! ... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | have been, eh, _mon ami?_ There might have been? Yes"<|quote|>his eyes wandered round the room</|quote|>"this boudoir has nothing more to tell us. It did | {
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“If we were young we’d rise and dance.” | Daisy | “We’re getting old,” said Daisy.<|quote|>“If we were young we’d rise and dance.”</|quote|>“Remember Biloxi,” Jordan warned her. | jazz as the dancing began. “We’re getting old,” said Daisy.<|quote|>“If we were young we’d rise and dance.”</|quote|>“Remember Biloxi,” Jordan warned her. “Where’d you know him, Tom?” | gave me an aluminium putter that I use today.” The music had died down as the ceremony began and now a long cheer floated in at the window, followed by intermittent cries of “Yea—ea—ea!” and finally by a burst of jazz as the dancing began. “We’re getting old,” said Daisy.<|quote|>“If we were young we’d rise and dance.”... | get out. The day after he left Daddy died.” After a moment she added as if she might have sounded irreverent, “There wasn’t any connection.” “I used to know a Bill Biloxi from Memphis,” I remarked. “That was his cousin. I knew his whole family history before he left. He gave me an aluminium putter that I use today.” Th... | compressed heat exploded into sound and we were listening to the portentous chords of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March from the ballroom below. “Imagine marrying anybody in this heat!” cried Jordan dismally. “Still—I was married in the middle of June,” Daisy remembered. “Louisville in June! Somebody fainted. Who was it fain... | Jordan respectfully, and everyone laughed. “Open another window,” commanded Daisy, without turning around. “There aren’t any more.” “Well, we’d better telephone for an axe—” “The thing to do is to forget about the heat,” said Tom impatiently. “You make it ten times worse by crabbing about it.” He unrolled the bottle of... | we sped along toward Astoria at fifty miles an hour, until, among the spidery girders of the elevated, we came in sight of the easygoing blue coupé. “Those big movies around Fiftieth Street are cool,” suggested Jordan. “I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it—... | Each of us said over and over that it was a “crazy idea” —we all talked at once to a baffled clerk and thought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny … The room was large and stifling, and, though it was already four o’clock, opening the windows admitted only a gust of hot shrubbery from the Park. Daisy... | The Great Gatsby | jazz as the dancing began. “We’re getting old,” said Daisy.<|quote|>“If we were young we’d rise and dance.”</|quote|>“Remember Biloxi,” Jordan warned her. “Where’d you know him, Tom?” | {
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“that I think I had best leave it to you!” | Crimble | yourself so powerfully,” Hugh laughed,<|quote|>“that I think I had best leave it to you!”</|quote|>His friend looked at him | Art?” “Oh, you’re doing that yourself so powerfully,” Hugh laughed,<|quote|>“that I think I had best leave it to you!”</|quote|>His friend looked at him as some inspector on circuit | will you let me have it right off?” Hugh indulged in a pause; after which very frankly: “Ah, it’s scarcely for you, Mr. Bender, that I’m acting!” The great collector was but briefly checked. “Well, can’t you just act for Art?” “Oh, you’re doing that yourself so powerfully,” Hugh laughed,<|quote|>“that I think I had bes... | think I warned you, you know, that it would take three or four weeks.” “Well, in _my_ country,” Mr. Bender returned with disgust, “it would take three or four minutes! Can’t you make ‘em step more lively?” “I’m expecting, sir,” said Hugh good-humouredly, “a report from hour to hour.” “Then will you let me have it right... | brave a smile and as ready for immediate action as if she had there within kissed her hand to him. Mr. Bender emerged at the same instant, Gotch withdrawing and closing the door behind him; and the former personage, recognising his young friend, threw up his hands for friendly pleasure. III “Ah, Mr. Crimble,” he cordia... | this that convinced her. “It’s you, Mr. Crimble, who are ‘splendid’!” “Well, I shall be--with my jolly wire!” And all on that scent again, “May I come back to you from the club with Pappendick’s news?” he asked. “Why, rather, of course, come back!” “Only not,” he debated, “till your father has left.” Lady Grace conside... | “But how will such talk strike _him_?” the girl asked. Hugh meanwhile, visibly, had not only followed his train of thought, he had let it lead him to certainty. “It will have moved Mr. Bender to absolute rapture.” “Rather,” Lady Grace wondered, “than have put him off?” “It will have put him prodigiously _on!_ Mr. Bend... | as he watched her disappear; after which he faced about with as brave a smile and as ready for immediate action as if she had there within kissed her hand to him. Mr. Bender emerged at the same instant, Gotch withdrawing and closing the door behind him; and the former personage, recognising his young friend, threw up h... | The Outcry | Art?” “Oh, you’re doing that yourself so powerfully,” Hugh laughed,<|quote|>“that I think I had best leave it to you!”</|quote|>His friend looked at him as some inspector on circuit | {
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"Ask him to come in at once, Francis." | Dorian Gray | came back to his cheeks.<|quote|>"Ask him to come in at once, Francis."</|quote|>He felt that he was | parched lips, and the colour came back to his cheeks.<|quote|>"Ask him to come in at once, Francis."</|quote|>He felt that he was himself again. His mood of | to him. He stared at it. Its very horror made him stone. At last the door opened and his servant entered. He turned glazed eyes upon him. "Mr. Campbell, sir," said the man. A sigh of relief broke from his parched lips, and the colour came back to his cheeks.<|quote|>"Ask him to come in at once, Francis."</|quote|>He fe... | pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks. Then, suddenly, time stopped for him. Yes: that blind, slow-breathing thing crawled no more, and horrible thoughts, time being dead, raced nimbly on in front, and dragged a hideous future from its grave, and showed it to him. He stared at i... | The suspense became unbearable. Time seemed to him to be crawling with feet of lead, while he by monstrous winds was being swept towards the jagged edge of some black cleft of precipice. He knew what was waiting for him there; saw it, indeed, and, shuddering, crushed with dank hands his burning lids as though he would ... | Square. To him, as to many others, Dorian Gray was the type of everything that is wonderful and fascinating in life. Whether or not a quarrel had taken place between them no one ever knew. But suddenly people remarked that they scarcely spoke when they met and that Campbell seemed always to go away early from any party... | be back by the hot, lotus-covered Nile, where there are Sphinxes, and rose-red ibises, and white vultures with gilded claws, and crocodiles with small beryl eyes that crawl over the green steaming mud; he began to brood over those verses which, drawing music from kiss-stained marble, tell of that curious statue that Ga... | his name appeared once or twice in some of the scientific reviews in connection with certain curious experiments. This was the man Dorian Gray was waiting for. Every second he kept glancing at the clock. As the minutes went by he became horribly agitated. At last he got up and began to pace up and down the room, lookin... | The Picture Of Dorian Gray | parched lips, and the colour came back to his cheeks.<|quote|>"Ask him to come in at once, Francis."</|quote|>He felt that he was himself again. His mood of | {
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"I have heard," | Lucy | her ridiculous forebodings at once.<|quote|>"I have heard,"</|quote|>she said. "Freddy has told | was bright, and he dispelled her ridiculous forebodings at once.<|quote|>"I have heard,"</|quote|>she said. "Freddy has told us. Naughty Cecil! I suppose | cause of Truth are really the same; and I, even I, have found tenants for the distressful Cissie Villa. Don't be angry! Don't be angry! You'll forgive me when you hear it all." He looked very attractive when his face was bright, and he dispelled her ridiculous forebodings at once.<|quote|>"I have heard,"</|quote|>she s... | he called, and leant out of the smoking-room window. He seemed in high spirits. "I was hoping you'd come. I heard you all bear-gardening, but there's better fun up here. I, even I, have won a great victory for the Comic Muse. George Meredith's right--the cause of Comedy and the cause of Truth are really the same; and I... | her mother's shout of "Harris!" shivered the tranquil air, and reminded her that she had told a lie and had never put it right. Such a senseless lie, too, yet it shattered her nerves and made her connect these Emersons, friends of Cecil's, with a pair of nondescript tourists. Hitherto truth had come to her naturally. S... | a sentimental darling, and people declared he had murdered his wife." In his normal state Mr. Beebe would never have repeated such gossip, but he was trying to shelter Lucy in her little trouble. He repeated any rubbish that came into his head. "Murdered his wife?" said Mrs. Honeychurch. "Lucy, don't desert us--go on p... | Cecil; so" "--elaborate irony--" "you and the other country families will be able to call in perfect safety." "CECIL?" exclaimed Lucy. "Don't be rude, dear," said his mother placidly. "Lucy, don't screech. It's a new bad habit you're getting into." "But has Cecil--" "Friends of Cecil's," he repeated, "'and so really de... | She was perfectly sure that there had been a second tourist of whom the same story had been told. The name escaped her. What was the name? Oh, what was the name? She clasped her knees for the name. Something in Thackeray. She struck her matronly forehead. Lucy asked her brother whether Cecil was in. "Oh, don't go!" he ... | A Room With A View | was bright, and he dispelled her ridiculous forebodings at once.<|quote|>"I have heard,"</|quote|>she said. "Freddy has told us. Naughty Cecil! I suppose | {
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said Lady Grace at once. | No speaker | Bender!” “Ah then I go,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace at once.</|quote|>“I’ll stay three minutes.” Hugh | mounting the stairs. “Mr. Breckenridge Bender!” “Ah then I go,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace at once.</|quote|>“I’ll stay three minutes.” Hugh turned with her, alertly, to | Well, he took a moment--but only not to say; in addition to which the butler had reappeared, entering from the lobby. “I’ll tell you,” he laughed, “when I come back!” Gotch had his manner of announcement while the visitor was mounting the stairs. “Mr. Breckenridge Bender!” “Ah then I go,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace at onc... | _have_ it. But tell me first,” she added, “one thing.” She hung fire a little while he waited, but she brought it out. “Was it you who got the ‘Journal’ to speak?” “Ah, one scarcely ‘gets’ the ‘Journal’!” “Who then gave them their ‘tip’?” “About the Mantovano and its peril?” Well, he took a moment--but only not to say;... | Then _we_ shall have to want it more!” “Well,” she anxiously felt it her duty to remind him, “you can take a horse to water----!” “Oh, trust me to make him drink!” There appeared a note in this that convinced her. “It’s you, Mr. Crimble, who are ‘splendid’!” “Well, I shall be--with my jolly wire!” And all on that scent... | does our success come in?” “In our making the beast, all the same, bolt with him and throw him.” And Hugh further pointed the moral. “If in such proceedings all he knows is publicity the thing is to give him publicity, and it’s only a question of giving him enough. By the time he has enough for himself, you see, he’ll ... | intelligent--and the great thing is that it immensely ‘marks,’ as they say. It will have made a big public difference--from this day; though it’s of course aimed not so much at persons as at conditions; which it calls upon us all somehow to tackle.” “Exactly” --she was full of the saving vision; “but as the conditions ... | much. Then _we_ shall have to want it more!” “Well,” she anxiously felt it her duty to remind him, “you can take a horse to water----!” “Oh, trust me to make him drink!” There appeared a note in this that convinced her. “It’s you, Mr. Crimble, who are ‘splendid’!” “Well, I shall be--with my jolly wire!” And all on that... | The Outcry | mounting the stairs. “Mr. Breckenridge Bender!” “Ah then I go,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace at once.</|quote|>“I’ll stay three minutes.” Hugh turned with her, alertly, to | {
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"My dear Eleanor, the riot is only in your own brain. The confusion there is scandalous. Miss Morland has been talking of nothing more dreadful than a new publication which is shortly to come out, in three duodecimo volumes, two hundred and seventy-six pages in each, with a frontispiece to the first, of two tombstones ... | Henry Tilney | dreadful riot." "Riot! What riot?"<|quote|>"My dear Eleanor, the riot is only in your own brain. The confusion there is scandalous. Miss Morland has been talking of nothing more dreadful than a new publication which is shortly to come out, in three duodecimo volumes, two hundred and seventy-six pages in each, with a fr... | satisfy me as to this dreadful riot." "Riot! What riot?"<|quote|>"My dear Eleanor, the riot is only in your own brain. The confusion there is scandalous. Miss Morland has been talking of nothing more dreadful than a new publication which is shortly to come out, in three duodecimo volumes, two hundred and seventy-six pa... | of yours. Perhaps the abilities of women are neither sound nor acute neither vigorous nor keen. Perhaps they may want observation, discernment, judgment, fire, genius, and wit." "Miss Morland, do not mind what he says; but have the goodness to satisfy me as to this dreadful riot." "Riot! What riot?"<|quote|>"My dear El... | out an explanation as you can? No I will be noble. I will prove myself a man, no less by the generosity of my soul than the clearness of my head. I have no patience with such of my sex as disdain to let themselves sometimes down to the comprehension of yours. Perhaps the abilities of women are neither sound nor acute n... | London yesterday. It is to be uncommonly dreadful. I shall expect murder and everything of the kind." "You speak with astonishing composure! But I hope your friend s accounts have been exaggerated; and if such a design is known beforehand, proper measures will undoubtedly be taken by government to prevent its coming to... | as unworthy to make part of a landscape. Delighted with her progress, and fearful of wearying her with too much wisdom at once, Henry suffered the subject to decline, and by an easy transition from a piece of rocky fragment and the withered oak which he had placed near its summit, to oaks in general, to forests, the en... | formed into pictures, with all the eagerness of real taste. Here Catherine was quite lost. She knew nothing of drawing nothing of taste: and she listened to them with an attention which brought her little profit, for they talked in phrases which conveyed scarcely any idea to her. The little which she could understand, ... | perspectives lights and shades; and Catherine was so hopeful a scholar that when they gained the top of Beechen Cliff, she voluntarily rejected the whole city of Bath as unworthy to make part of a landscape. Delighted with her progress, and fearful of wearying her with too much wisdom at once, Henry suffered the subjec... | Northanger Abbey | satisfy me as to this dreadful riot." "Riot! What riot?"<|quote|>"My dear Eleanor, the riot is only in your own brain. The confusion there is scandalous. Miss Morland has been talking of nothing more dreadful than a new publication which is shortly to come out, in three duodecimo volumes, two hundred and seventy-six pa... | {
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"Is there no one to help me?" | Captain Wentworth | and supported her between them.<|quote|>"Is there no one to help me?"</|quote|>were the first words which | Benwick and Anne, who caught and supported her between them.<|quote|>"Is there no one to help me?"</|quote|>were the first words which burst from Captain Wentworth, in | screamed Mary, catching hold of her husband, and contributing with his own horror to make him immoveable; and in another moment, Henrietta, sinking under the conviction, lost her senses too, and would have fallen on the steps, but for Captain Benwick and Anne, who caught and supported her between them.<|quote|>"Is ther... | her face was like death. The horror of the moment to all who stood around! Captain Wentworth, who had caught her up, knelt with her in his arms, looking on her with a face as pallid as her own, in an agony of silence. "She is dead! she is dead!" screamed Mary, catching hold of her husband, and contributing with his own... | less willing upon the present occasion; he did it, however. She was safely down, and instantly, to show her enjoyment, ran up the steps to be jumped down again. He advised her against it, thought the jar too great; but no, he reasoned and talked in vain, she smiled and said, "I am determined I will:" he put out his han... | determined, that the difference of a quarter of an hour, it was found, would be no difference at all; so with all the kind leave-taking, and all the kind interchange of invitations and promises which may be imagined, they parted from Captain and Mrs Harville at their own door, and still accompanied by Captain Benwick, ... | a good deed in making that poor fellow talk so much. I wish he could have such company oftener. It is bad for him, I know, to be shut up as he is; but what can we do? We cannot part." "No," said Anne, "that I can easily believe to be impossible; but in time, perhaps--we know what time does in every case of affliction, ... | calculations there was just time for this; but as they drew near the Cobb, there was such a general wish to walk along it once more, all were so inclined, and Louisa soon grew so determined, that the difference of a quarter of an hour, it was found, would be no difference at all; so with all the kind leave-taking, and ... | Persuasion | Benwick and Anne, who caught and supported her between them.<|quote|>"Is there no one to help me?"</|quote|>were the first words which burst from Captain Wentworth, in | {
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"My good Dorcas, it is necessary that I should know every detail of that quarrel as fully as possible. Do not think that you are betraying your mistress's secrets. Your mistress lies dead, and it is necessary that we should know all if we are to avenge her. Nothing can bring her back to life, but we do hope, if there h... | Hercule Poirot | Poirot looked at her keenly.<|quote|>"My good Dorcas, it is necessary that I should know every detail of that quarrel as fully as possible. Do not think that you are betraying your mistress's secrets. Your mistress lies dead, and it is necessary that we should know all if we are to avenge her. Nothing can bring her bac... | that I ought" Dorcas hesitated. Poirot looked at her keenly.<|quote|>"My good Dorcas, it is necessary that I should know every detail of that quarrel as fully as possible. Do not think that you are betraying your mistress's secrets. Your mistress lies dead, and it is necessary that we should know all if we are to aveng... | a few questions. I put them to you with Mr. Cavendish's full approval." "Oh, certainly, sir." "Then I will begin by asking you about the events of yesterday afternoon. Your mistress had a quarrel?" "Yes, sir. But I don't know that I ought" Dorcas hesitated. Poirot looked at her keenly.<|quote|>"My good Dorcas, it is ne... | sir." "You have been with your mistress many years, is it not so?" "Ten years, sir." "That is a long time, and very faithful service. You were much attached to her, were you not?" "She was a very good mistress to me, sir." "Then you will not object to answering a few questions. I put them to you with Mr. Cavendish's fu... | shoulders. There was really no arguing with him if he chose to take that line. "You do not agree? But such things have been. Well, we will come in and interview the brave Dorcas." Dorcas was standing in the boudoir, her hands folded in front of her, and her grey hair rose in stiff waves under her white cap. She was the... | few questions of the parlourmaid Dorcas, her name is, is it not?" We passed through Alfred Inglethorp's room, and Poirot delayed long enough to make a brief but fairly comprehensive examination of it. We went out through that door, locking both it and that of Mrs. Inglethorp's room as before. I took him down to the bou... | was carrying it. But he was very upset. He seemed to see something over here" I indicated the mantelpiece "that absolutely paralysed him." "That is interesting," said Poirot quickly. "Yes, it is suggestive" his eye sweeping the whole length of the wall "but it was not his candle that made this great patch, for you perc... | not surprised?" "No," he said gravely, "I expected it." I relinquished the piece of paper, and watched him put it away in his case, with the same methodical care that he bestowed on everything. My brain was in a whirl. What was this complication of a will? Who had destroyed it? The person who had left the candle grease... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | that I ought" Dorcas hesitated. Poirot looked at her keenly.<|quote|>"My good Dorcas, it is necessary that I should know every detail of that quarrel as fully as possible. Do not think that you are betraying your mistress's secrets. Your mistress lies dead, and it is necessary that we should know all if we are to aveng... | {
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"Will she sign that?" | Dr. Aziz | it is my last chance.'<|quote|>"Will she sign that?"</|quote|>"Well good night, good night, | an awful old hag, and it is my last chance.'<|quote|>"Will she sign that?"</|quote|>"Well good night, good night, it's time to go to | and this time to-morrow I'll bring it back signed. This is not instead of any public apology she may make you in law. It's an addition." " Dear Dr. Aziz, I wish you had come into the cave; I am an awful old hag, and it is my last chance.'<|quote|>"Will she sign that?"</|quote|>"Well good night, good night, it's time to... | like one of your six Mogul Emperors, or all the six rolled into one." "Not even Mogul Emperors showed mercy until they received an apology." "She'll apologize if that's the trouble," he cried, sitting up. "Look, I'll make you an offer. Dictate to me whatever form of words you like, and this time to-morrow I'll bring it... | said so. I want you to realize what that means. All her friends around her, the entire British Raj pushing her forward. She stops, sends the whole thing to smithereens. In her place I should have funked it. But she stopped, and almost did she become a national heroine, but my students ran us down a side street before t... | sums mentioned at dinner when you all got so excited they would ruin her, they are perfectly preposterous. Look here . . ." "I am looking, though it gets a bit dark. I see Cyril Fielding to be a very nice chap indeed and my best friend, but in some ways a fool. You think that by letting Miss Quested off easily I shall ... | misfortunes it has come." "You have won a great victory . . ." began Fielding. "I know, my dear chap, I know; your voice need not become so solemn and anxious. I know what you are going to say next: Let, oh let Miss Quested off paying, so that the English may say," Here is a native who has actually behaved like a gentl... | Quested I have begun to understand her character. It's not an easy one, she being a prig. But she is perfectly genuine and very brave. When she saw she was wrong, she pulled herself up with a jerk and said so. I want you to realize what that means. All her friends around her, the entire British Raj pushing her forward.... | A Passage To India | an awful old hag, and it is my last chance.'<|quote|>"Will she sign that?"</|quote|>"Well good night, good night, it's time to go to | {
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"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." | Mrs. Moore | said piteously, like a child.<|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised."</|quote|>She was perfect as always, | Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child.<|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised."</|quote|>She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All | of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child.<|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as y... | to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quest... | Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have d... | The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Mo... | was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is un... | did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down the platform, talking usefully. They agreed that they had overdone the servants, and must leave two or three behind at Marabar station. And Aziz explained ... | A Passage To India | Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child.<|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised."</|quote|>She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All | {
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"Too strong! Surely not, my dear fellow? It is an admirable place for it. Let me see it." | Basil Hallward | too strong on the portrait."<|quote|>"Too strong! Surely not, my dear fellow? It is an admirable place for it. Let me see it."</|quote|>And Hallward walked towards the | it myself. The light was too strong on the portrait."<|quote|>"Too strong! Surely not, my dear fellow? It is an admirable place for it. Let me see it."</|quote|>And Hallward walked towards the corner of the room. A | looked different as I came in." "My servant has nothing to do with it, Basil. You don t imagine I let him arrange my room for me? He settles my flowers for me sometimes that is all. No; I did it myself. The light was too strong on the portrait."<|quote|>"Too strong! Surely not, my dear fellow? It is an admirable place ... | you? Where is it? Why have you pulled the screen in front of it? Let me look at it. It is the best thing I have ever done. Do take the screen away, Dorian. It is simply disgraceful of your servant hiding my work like that. I felt the room looked different as I came in." "My servant has nothing to do with it, Basil. You... | her. You must do me a drawing of Sibyl, Basil. I should like to have something more of her than the memory of a 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 a... | felt strangely moved. The lad was infinitely dear to him, and his personality had been the great turning point in his art. He could not bear the idea of reproaching him any more. After all, his indifference was probably merely a mood that would pass away. There was so much in him that was good, so much in him that was ... | passed away. I cannot repeat an emotion. No one can, except sentimentalists. And you are awfully unjust, Basil. You come down here to console me. That is charming of you. You find me consoled, and you are furious. How like a sympathetic person! You remind me of a story Harry told me about a certain philanthropist who s... | 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 | it myself. The light was too strong on the portrait."<|quote|>"Too strong! Surely not, my dear fellow? It is an admirable place for it. Let me see it."</|quote|>And Hallward walked towards the corner of the room. A | {
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"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." | William Rodney | his eye on the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose."</|quote|>Denham seemed to be pondering | her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose."</|quote|>Denham seemed to b... | along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You... | the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and mar... | if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" These remarks indicated clearly e... | had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight ... | and exclaimed: "Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, Willi... | known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!" ... | Night And Day | her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose."</|quote|>Denham seemed to b... | {
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"But how" | Cyril Fielding | indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.<|quote|>"But how"</|quote|>A gully, or rather a | Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.<|quote|>"But how"</|quote|>A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks | the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.<|quote|>"But how"</|quote|>A gully,... | apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway s... | after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought ... | yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarc... | picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested th... | was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they ar... | A Passage To India | Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.<|quote|>"But how"</|quote|>A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks | {
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"Yes, yes, yes," | William Rodney | was dependent upon his protection.<|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes,"</|quote|>he murmured, "you accept me, | she belonged to him and was dependent upon his protection.<|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes,"</|quote|>he murmured, "you accept me, Katharine. You love me." For | the only thing that could make it tolerable to live. She let him press his lips to her cheek, and leant her head upon his arm. It was the moment of his triumph. It was the only moment in which she belonged to him and was dependent upon his protection.<|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes,"</|quote|>he murmured, "you accept me, Katha... | the look of terror in her face, and without understanding its origin, took her hand in his. With the sense of companionship returned a desire, like that of a child for shelter, to accept what he had to offer her and at that moment it seemed that he offered her the only thing that could make it tolerable to live. She le... | over, Katharine. It was a dream an hallucination. We were both equally to blame, but no harm s done if you believe how truly I care for you. Say you believe me!" He stood over her, as if in readiness to seize the first sign of her assent. Precisely at that moment, owing, perhaps, to her vicissitudes of feeling, all sen... | his mind. And ultimately, Katharine s dominion over him was of the sort that the fevers of the night cannot exorcise. "I was as much to blame as you were yesterday," she said gently, disregarding his question. "I confess, William, the sight of you and Cassandra together made me jealous, and I couldn t control myself. I... | spying upon us," she said, "following us about London, overhearing what people are saying" "Mrs. Milvain?" Rodney exclaimed. "What has she told you?" His air of open confidence entirely vanished. "Oh, people are saying that you re in love with Cassandra, and that you don t care for me." "They have seen us?" he asked. "... | intensified by emotion and enhanced by the flowers of bright color and strange shape which she carried wrought upon Rodney, and had its share in bestowing upon her the old romance. But a less noble passion worked in him, too; he was inflamed by jealousy. His tentative offer of affection had been rudely and, as he thoug... | Night And Day | she belonged to him and was dependent upon his protection.<|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes,"</|quote|>he murmured, "you accept me, Katharine. You love me." For | {
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"You'll take my message?" | Don Lavington | trap and beginning to descend.<|quote|>"You'll take my message?"</|quote|>"Nay, not I," said the | the man, running to the trap and beginning to descend.<|quote|>"You'll take my message?"</|quote|>"Nay, not I," said the man, shaking his head. "There, | a pressed man, and look at me." "Main-top ahoy! Are you coming down?" came from below. "Ay, ay, sir!" shouted the sailor. "Wasn't that the man who had us shut up here?" cried Don. "To be sure: Bosun Jones," said the man, running to the trap and beginning to descend.<|quote|>"You'll take my message?"</|quote|>"Nay, not... | do what you want, I should be tied up to-morrow, and have my back scratched." "Flogged?" "That's it." "For doing a kind act? For saving my poor mother from trouble and anxiety?" "For not doing my dooty, my lad. There, a voyage or two won't hurt you. Why, I was a pressed man, and look at me." "Main-top ahoy! Are you ... | No," said Don. "I can't eat." "Better. Keep you going, my lad." "Will you take my message?" "No, I won't." "You shall have two guineas." "Where are they?" "My mother will gladly give them to you." "Dessay she will." "And you will go?" "Do you know what a bosun's mate is, my lad?" "I? No. I know nothing about the sea... | he said sharply. "Who are you? I--where--was--to me. Have I been a-dreaming? No: we're pressed!" "Pressed you are, my lads; and Bosun Jones has sent you up some hot slops and soft tack. There you are. Find your own tablecloth and silliver spoons." He placed a large blue jug before them, in which was some steaming ... | and lie down." "No, Jem, no; I'm not sleepy." "Then I must," muttered Jem; and after a little more scuffling noise all was still for a few minutes, after which there was a regular heavy breathing, which told that the great trouble he was in had not been sufficient to keep Jem Wimble awake. Don stood for some time in th... | here," said Don quickly. "You know we were taken by the press-gang last night?" "Do I know? Why, didn't I help?" "Oh!" ejaculated Don, with a look of revulsion, which he tried to conceal. "Look here," he said; "if you will take a message for me to my mother, in Jamaica Street, you shall have a guinea." "Well, that's h... | Don Lavington | the man, running to the trap and beginning to descend.<|quote|>"You'll take my message?"</|quote|>"Nay, not I," said the man, shaking his head. "There, | {
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Bill said. | No speaker | me." "I won't stand it,"<|quote|>Bill said.</|quote|>"Come on. Let's go over | them. They say they know me." "I won't stand it,"<|quote|>Bill said.</|quote|>"Come on. Let's go over to the Suizo," I said. | in again, Bill. They're so stupid." "That's it," said Mike. "They're stupid. I knew that was what it was." "They can't say things like that about Mike," Bill said. "Do you know them?" I asked Mike. "No. I never saw them. They say they know me." "I won't stand it,"<|quote|>Bill said.</|quote|>"Come on. Let's go over to ... | his arm around Mike's shoulder. "I wish to hell I was a bankrupt. I'd show those bastards." "They're just English," Mike said. "It never makes any difference what the English say." "The dirty swine," Bill said. "I'm going to clean them out." "Bill," Edna looked at me. "Please don't go in again, Bill. They're so stupid.... | all, it's a pub. They can't occupy a whole pub." "Good old Mike," Bill said. "Damned English swine come here and insult Mike and try and spoil the fiesta." "They're so bloody," Mike said. "I hate the English." "They can't insult Mike," Bill said. "Mike is a swell fellow. They can't insult Mike. I won't stand it. Who ca... | find our friends and bring them here." He looked at me. It was a final look to ask if it were understood. It was understood all right. "Sit down," Brett said to him. "You must teach me Spanish." He sat down and looked at her across the table. I went out. The hard-eyed people at the bull-fighter table watched me go. It ... | to make any mistake. "You fight to-morrow?" I said. "Yes," he said. "Algabeno was hurt to-day in Madrid. Did you hear?" "No," I said. "Badly?" He shook his head. "Nothing. Here," he showed his hand. Brett reached out and spread the fingers apart. "Oh!" he said in English, "you tell fortunes?" "Sometimes. Do you mind?" ... | table. A waiter came with a cloth and picked up the glasses and mopped off the table. CHAPTER 17 Outside the Bar Milano I found Bill and Mike and Edna. Edna was the girl's name. "We've been thrown out," Edna said. "By the police," said Mike. "There's some people in there that don't like me." "I've kept them out of four... | The Sun Also Rises | them. They say they know me." "I won't stand it,"<|quote|>Bill said.</|quote|>"Come on. Let's go over to the Suizo," I said. | {
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Hugh Crimble stared as at the odd superfluity of this reassurance, almost crude on exquisite lips and contradicting an imputation no one would have indecently made. | No speaker | thousand--or eighteen or even eighty!”<|quote|>Hugh Crimble stared as at the odd superfluity of this reassurance, almost crude on exquisite lips and contradicting an imputation no one would have indecently made.</|quote|>“Gracious goodness, I hope not! | use his offering _us_ eight thousand--or eighteen or even eighty!”<|quote|>Hugh Crimble stared as at the odd superfluity of this reassurance, almost crude on exquisite lips and contradicting an imputation no one would have indecently made.</|quote|>“Gracious goodness, I hope not! The man surely doesn’t _suppose_ | but asked to be extravagant. “Rather--the scoundrel. He offered his infernal eight thousand down.” “Oh, I thought you meant he had played some trick!” “I wish he had--he could then have been collared.” “Well,” Lady Grace peacefully smiled, “it’s no use his offering _us_ eight thousand--or eighteen or even eighty!”<|quo... | that while I talk Mr. Bender mayn’t be pulling us to pieces?” Hugh Crimble had a shudder of remembrance. “Mr. Bender?” “The rich American who’s going round.” It gave him a sharper shock. “The wretch who bagged Lady Lappington’s Longhi?” Lady Grace showed surprise. “Is he a wretch?” Her visitor but asked to be extravaga... | of the place and its charm--of the number of objects, treasures of art, that pressed for appreciation of their importance. “Certainly,” he said, “no one can ever have scored much on sacred spots of _this_ order--which express so the grand impunity of their pride, their claims, their assurance!” “We’ve had great luck,” ... | your ride? If the other, that is--for there has been an ogre before you--has left any.” “Some tea, with pleasure” --he looked all his longing; “though when you talk of a fellow-feaster I should have supposed that, on such a day as this especially, you’d find yourselves running a continuous _table d’hôte_.” “Ah, we can’... | at the same time decidedly inquisitive) young nose. She must, however, also have embraced in this contemplation, she must more or less again have interpreted, his main physiognomic mark, the degree to which his clean jaw was underhung and his lower lip protruded; a lapse of regularity made evident by a suppression of b... | fact I think you said the old idiotic superstitions.” Hugh Crimble went more than half-way to meet this description of his fondest activity; he indeed even beckoned it on. “The names and stories and styles--the so often vain legend, not to be too invidious--of author or subject or school?” But he had a drop, no less, a... | The Outcry | use his offering _us_ eight thousand--or eighteen or even eighty!”<|quote|>Hugh Crimble stared as at the odd superfluity of this reassurance, almost crude on exquisite lips and contradicting an imputation no one would have indecently made.</|quote|>“Gracious goodness, I hope not! The man surely doesn’t _suppose_ | {
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"Well, we must get you down to the boat as soon as we can walk, if you are able. If you can't, we must carry you." | Bosun Jones | arm. "I--I think I can."<|quote|>"Well, we must get you down to the boat as soon as we can walk, if you are able. If you can't, we must carry you."</|quote|>"But them chaps," said one | of the men caught his arm. "I--I think I can."<|quote|>"Well, we must get you down to the boat as soon as we can walk, if you are able. If you can't, we must carry you."</|quote|>"But them chaps," said one of the party, just as | "Nonsense!" said his old friend, the boatswain. "Foul air. He must have staggered out and fallen down insensible." Jem gripped Don's arm with painful force here. "How do you feel? Can you walk?" Ramsden rose slowly, and staggered, but one of the men caught his arm. "I--I think I can."<|quote|>"Well, we must get you d... | up and picked up my cutlash, and then something seemed to choke me, and I went down again." Jem squeezed Don's arm, for they both felt more hopeful. "And then one of they chaps came and give you a crack on the head?" said a sailor. Don's heart sank again. "Nonsense!" said his old friend, the boatswain. "Foul air. He m... | a drink o' this, mate," said one of the men, and Ramsden swallowed some water with avidity. "Arn't seen a ghost, have you?" "I recollect now, Mr Jones. You left me in that hole." "And called to you to come out." "Yes, but--" Don's heart beat furiously. They were discovered, and now the betrayal was to come. "Well, wh... | boatswain's every movement, as, after once more feeling the sailor's throat and wrist, he bent over him and poured water from his bottle between his lips, bathed his forehead and eyes, and then fanned him with his hat, but without effect. Then he looked out anxiously and hailed again, the replies coming from close by; ... | meal for days, so here goes.'" "And then he'd eat me, Jem." "That's so, my lad." "Ah, well, this isn't a tiger, Jem." "Why, he's wuss than a tiger, Mas' Don; because he do know better, and tigers don't." "Ramsden, ahoy!" came from below them in the ravine. "Oh, crumpets!" exclaimed Jem. "Now we're done for. All that l... | words seemed to depend their safety. "Matter? I don't know--I--" He put his hand to his head. "Here, take a drink o' this, mate," said one of the men, and Ramsden swallowed some water with avidity. "Arn't seen a ghost, have you?" "I recollect now, Mr Jones. You left me in that hole." "And called to you to come out." ... | Don Lavington | of the men caught his arm. "I--I think I can."<|quote|>"Well, we must get you down to the boat as soon as we can walk, if you are able. If you can't, we must carry you."</|quote|>"But them chaps," said one of the party, just as | {
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"I never can be thankful, Mr. Bennet, for any thing about the entail. How any one could have the conscience to entail away an estate from one's own daughters I cannot understand; and all for the sake of Mr. Collins too!--Why should _he_ have it more than anybody else?" | Mrs. Bennet | a state of such insensibility."<|quote|>"I never can be thankful, Mr. Bennet, for any thing about the entail. How any one could have the conscience to entail away an estate from one's own daughters I cannot understand; and all for the sake of Mr. Collins too!--Why should _he_ have it more than anybody else?"</|quote|>"... | that you are preserved from a state of such insensibility."<|quote|>"I never can be thankful, Mr. Bennet, for any thing about the entail. How any one could have the conscience to entail away an estate from one's own daughters I cannot understand; and all for the sake of Mr. Collins too!--Why should _he_ have it more th... | cannot bear to think that they should have all this estate. If it was not for the entail I should not mind it." "What should not you mind?" "I should not mind any thing at all." "Let us be thankful that you are preserved from a state of such insensibility."<|quote|>"I never can be thankful, Mr. Bennet, for any thing ab... | place in it!" "My dear, do not give way to such gloomy thoughts. Let us hope for better things. Let us flatter ourselves that _I_ may be the survivor." This was not very consoling to Mrs. Bennet, and, therefore, instead of making any answer, she went on as before, "I cannot bear to think that they should have all this ... | to see them she concluded her to be anticipating the hour of possession; and whenever she spoke in a low voice to Mr. Collins, was convinced that they were talking of the Longbourn estate, and resolving to turn herself and her daughters out of the house, as soon as Mr. Bennet were dead. She complained bitterly of all t... | hour seldom passed in which she did not talk of Bingley, express her impatience for his arrival, or even require Jane to confess that if he did not come back, she should think herself very ill used. It needed all Jane's steady mildness to bear these attacks with tolerable tranquillity. Mr. Collins returned most punctua... | discharging his conscience on that head, he proceeded to inform them, with many rapturous expressions, of his happiness in having obtained the affection of their amiable neighbour, Miss Lucas, and then explained that it was merely with the view of enjoying her society that he had been so ready to close with their kind ... | he sometimes returned to Longbourn only in time to make an apology for his absence before the family went to bed. Mrs. Bennet was really in a most pitiable state. The very mention of any thing concerning the match threw her into an agony of ill humour, and wherever she went she was sure of hearing it talked of. The sig... | Pride And Prejudice | that you are preserved from a state of such insensibility."<|quote|>"I never can be thankful, Mr. Bennet, for any thing about the entail. How any one could have the conscience to entail away an estate from one's own daughters I cannot understand; and all for the sake of Mr. Collins too!--Why should _he_ have it more th... | {
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