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"Look! Mas' Don, look!" | Jem Wimble | rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watching the eccentric-looking | eye. "Well, he is a rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watching the eccentric-looking little creature, which ran forward | the bird, which stopped short, and held its head down comically, looking first at Jem, and then at the berry. With a rapid twist it turned its head on the other side, and performed the same operation with the left eye. "Well, he is a rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watchi... | he arn't got no wings and no tail. Hi! Cocky, how did you get your beak bent that way? Look as if you'd had it caught in a gate. Have another?" Jem took up a large raspberry-like fruit that he had picked some time before, and held it out to the bird, which stopped short, and held its head down comically, looking first ... | quick, too. Now, just look at that." Either the same or another of the little birds came out of the undergrowth, peering about in the most eccentric manner, and without displaying the least alarm. "Just look at him, Jem." "Look at him, Mas' Don? I am a-looking at him with all my eyes. He's a beauty, he is. Why, if I... | "Yes, it would be fine," said Jem, with his mouth and hands full. "We ought to go up that mountain some day. I've never been up a mountain. Hi! Wos!" This was shouted at another of the peculiar-looking little birds which ran swiftly out of the undergrowth, gave each in turn a comical look, and then seized a good-size... | feet high." "Not when he's young," said Jem. "That's a little one. Shouldn't wonder if there's some more." "You may be right, Jem, but I don't think there are ostriches here." "Well, I like that," said Jem, "when we've just seen one. I knew it directly. There used to be a picture of one in my old reading-book when I... | long." "Here's another bit," said Don, finding a similar sized piece, and thrusting it into the basket. "Couldn't we make some matches, Jem?" "Couldn't we make some matches? Why, of course we could. There's plenty of brimstone, I'm going to try and manage a tinder-box after a time." They again walked on in silence, c... | Don Lavington | the bird, which stopped short, and held its head down comically, looking first at Jem, and then at the berry. With a rapid twist it turned its head on the other side, and performed the same operation with the left eye. "Well, he is a rum un!" cried Jem, laughing.<|quote|>"Look! Mas' Don, look!"</|quote|>Don was watchi... | {
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For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired. | No speaker | why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.</|quote|>"I've come for tea and | "I know. I can't think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furniture separately; he did not realize that, taken together, they kindled the room into the life that he desired.</|quote|>"I've come for tea and for gossip. Isn't this news?" | tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?" "I should say so. Food is the thing one does get here--Don't sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it." "Pfui!" "I know," said Cecil. "I know. I can't think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furnit... | into more congenial circles as soon as possible. "Mr. Beebe!" said the maid, and the new rector of Summer Street was shown in; he had at once started on friendly relations, owing to Lucy's praise of him in her letters from Florence. Cecil greeted him rather critically. "I've come for tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that ... | him with his mother; he had wanted her support in his third attempt to win Lucy; he wanted to feel that others, no matter who they were, agreed with him, and so he had asked their permission. Mrs. Honeychurch had been civil, but obtuse in essentials, while as for Freddy--" "He is only a boy," he reflected. "I represent... | reasons for her delay, but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her a long account. Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy's chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table. There he saw "... | Freddy, as if taking orders. "Yes, you go with Lucy." They passed into the sunlight. Cecil watched them cross the terrace, and descend out of sight by the steps. They would descend--he knew their ways--past the shrubbery, and past the tennis-lawn and the dahlia-bed, until they reached the kitchen garden, and there, in ... | that really mattered were unshaken. So now he had asked her once more, and, clear and gentle as ever, she had accepted him, giving no coy reasons for her delay, but simply saying that she loved him and would do her best to make him happy. His mother, too, would be pleased; she had counselled the step; he must write her... | A Room With A View | tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?" "I should say so. Food is the thing one does get here--Don't sit in that chair; young Honeychurch has left a bone in it." "Pfui!" "I know," said Cecil. "I know. I can't think why Mrs. Honeychurch allows it."<|quote|>For Cecil considered the bone and the Maples' furnit... | {
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"content": "tea, Mr. Vyse. Do you suppose that I shall get it?\" \"I should say so. ... | No speaker | A Room With A View |
"It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on." | Lord Henry | dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on."</|quote|>"How fond you are of | fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on."</|quote|>"How fond you are of saying dangerous things, Harry! In | me to wait for an answer," he murmured. Dorian put the letter into his pocket. "Tell her Grace that I am coming in," he said, coldly. The man turned round and went rapidly in the direction of the house. "How fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that ... | my doctor, when we get back to town." Dorian heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the gardener approaching. The man touched his hat, glanced for a moment at Lord Henry in a hesitating manner, and then produced a letter, which he handed to his master. "Her Grace told me to wait for an answer," he murmured. Dorian put the l... | I have no terror of death. It is the coming of death that terrifies me. Its monstrous wings seem to wheel in the leaden air around me. Good heavens! don t you see a man moving behind the trees there, watching me, waiting for me?" Lord Henry looked in the direction in which the trembling gloved hand was pointing. "Yes,"... | But there is no use talking about the matter." Dorian shook his head. "It is a bad omen, Harry. I feel as if something horrible were going to happen to some of us. To myself, perhaps," he added, passing his hand over his eyes, with a gesture of pain. The elder man laughed. "The only horrible thing in the world is _ennu... | an ass the man was to get in front of the guns! Stop shooting there!" he called out at the top of his voice. "A man is hurt." The head-keeper came running up with a stick in his hand. "Where, sir? Where is he?" he shouted. At the same time, the firing ceased along the line. "Here," answered Sir Geoffrey angrily, hurryi... | But we are not likely to suffer from it unless these fellows keep chattering about this thing at dinner. I must tell them that the subject is to be tabooed. As for omens, there is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that. Besides, what on earth could happen to yo... | The Picture Of Dorian Gray | me to wait for an answer," he murmured. Dorian put the letter into his pocket. "Tell her Grace that I am coming in," he said, coldly. The man turned round and went rapidly in the direction of the house. "How fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry.<|quote|>"It is one of the qualities in them that ... | {
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"content": "me to wait for an answer,\" he murmured. Dorian put the letter into his pocket. \"Tell her Grac... | Lord Henry | The Picture Of Dorian Gray |
she said. | No speaker | "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom does she belong? | a long look at her. "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom does she belong? Do you know her? Who | according to which, at given moments, the odds might group themselves. Always she staked large coins, and either lost or won one, two, or three thousand francs a day, but not more; after which she would depart. The Grandmother took a long look at her. "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom do... | attendants, she always had a seat provided for her; and, taking some gold and a few thousand-franc notes out of her pocket would begin quietly, coldly, and after much calculation, to stake, and mark down the figures in pencil on a paper, as though striving to work out a system according to which, at given moments, the ... | to return it all. What a fool the fellow is!" and the old lady turned sharply away. On the left, among the players at the other half of the table, a young lady was playing, with, beside her, a dwarf. Who the dwarf may have been whether a relative or a person whom she took with her to act as a foil I do not know; but I ... | and advising and directing his play). Yet never once did the player throw him a glance as he staked and staked, and raked in his winnings. Evidently, the player in question was dead to all besides. For a few minutes the Grandmother watched him. "Go and tell him," suddenly she exclaimed with a nudge at my elbow, "go and... | officious agents (especially one or two ruined Poles of the kind who keep offering their services to successful gamblers and foreigners in general) at once found and cleared a space for the old lady among the crush, at the very centre of one of the tables, and next to the chief croupier; after which they wheeled her ch... | loud speaking, since to do so disturbed the calculations of the players, and might lead to our being ejected. "How provoking!" she retorted. "Then the young man is done for! I suppose he _wishes_ to be ruined. Yet I could not bear to see him have to return it all. What a fool the fellow is!" and the old lady turned sha... | The Gambler | according to which, at given moments, the odds might group themselves. Always she staked large coins, and either lost or won one, two, or three thousand francs a day, but not more; after which she would depart. The Grandmother took a long look at her. "_That_ woman is not losing,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"To whom do... | {
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"I suppose that's where they keeps their coals, Mas' Don," | Jem Wimble | one being already in hiding.<|quote|>"I suppose that's where they keeps their coals, Mas' Don,"</|quote|>said Jem. "So we've got | was strongly suggestive of some one being already in hiding.<|quote|>"I suppose that's where they keeps their coals, Mas' Don,"</|quote|>said Jem. "So we've got to hide in the coal-cellar. | Don; and he went up to the entrance and looked in. A hot, steamy breath of air came like a puff into his face, and a strange low moaning noise fell upon his ear, followed by a faint whistle, that was strongly suggestive of some one being already in hiding.<|quote|>"I suppose that's where they keeps their coals, Mas' Do... | of the precipice, and signed to them to go in. "Men--boat," he said, pointing, and then clapping his hand to his ear as a distant hail came like a whisper up the gully, which was almost at right angles to the beach. "He wants us to hide here, Jem," said Don; and he went up to the entrance and looked in. A hot, steamy ... | glorious by streams which coursed among the delicately green ferns. "Look's damp," said Jem, as Ngati led them on for about fifty yards, and then began to climb, his companions following him, till he reached a shelf about a hundred feet up, and beckoned to them to come. "Does he think this here's the rigging of a ship,... | same moment, and started back. But they were too late, for Jem had chosen a delicately green mossy and ferny patch, and plumped himself down, to utter a cry of horror, and snatch at the extended hands. For the green ferny patch was a thin covering over a noisome hole full of black boiling mud, into which the poor fell... | give us our clothes," said Jem sourly. "Yes, of course. They would tell tales," said the Englishman; and he turned again to Ngati, who sent two men out of the _whare_ to return directly with the dried garments. Ngati signed to them to follow, and he led them, by a faintly marked track, in and out among the trees and t... | so much hot soup." "Be quiet, and follow. Hist! Hark!" Don stopped short, for, from a distance, came a faint hail, followed by another nearer, which seemed to be in answer. "They're arter us, sir, and if we're to be ketched I don't mean to be ketched like this." "What are you going to do, Jem?" "Do?" said Jem, unroll... | Don Lavington | Don; and he went up to the entrance and looked in. A hot, steamy breath of air came like a puff into his face, and a strange low moaning noise fell upon his ear, followed by a faint whistle, that was strongly suggestive of some one being already in hiding.<|quote|>"I suppose that's where they keeps their coals, Mas' Do... | {
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"You're all off your heads. The man will be out of the country by then. If he's any sense, he won't stay here tamely and wait to be hanged." | Evelyn Howard | Howard gave was truly magnificent.<|quote|>"You're all off your heads. The man will be out of the country by then. If he's any sense, he won't stay here tamely and wait to be hanged."</|quote|>John Cavendish looked at her | until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly magnificent.<|quote|>"You're all off your heads. The man will be out of the country by then. If he's any sense, he won't stay here tamely and wait to be hanged."</|quote|>John Cavendish looked at her helplessly. "I know what it | murdered poor Emily as I always told you he would." "My dear Evie, don't shout so. Whatever we may think or suspect, it is better to say as little as possible for the present. The inquest isn't until Friday." "Not until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly magnificent.<|quote|>"You're all off your heads.... | us to investigate." "Nothing to investigate. Have they taken him to prison yet?" "Taken who to prison?" "Who? Alfred Inglethorp, of course!" "My dear Evie, do be careful. Lawrence is of the opinion that my mother died from heart seizure." "More fool, Lawrence!" retorted Miss Howard. "Of course Alfred Inglethorp murdere... | was unchanged from its old gruffness. "Started the moment I got the wire. Just come off night duty. Hired car. Quickest way to get here." "Have you had anything to eat this morning, Evie?" asked John. "No." "I thought not. Come along, breakfast's not cleared away yet, and they'll make you some fresh tea." He turned to ... | looked inquiringly at me. "Miss Howard," I explained. "Ah, I am glad she has come. There is a woman with a head and a heart too, Hastings. Though the good God gave her no beauty!" I followed John's example, and went out into the hall, where Miss Howard was endeavouring to extricate herself from the voluminous mass of v... | you signed where she told you?" "Yes, sir, first me and then Willum." "What did she do with it afterwards?" "Well, sir, she slipped it into a long envelope, and put it inside a sort of purple box that was standing on the desk." "What time was it when she first called you?" "About four, I should say, sir." "Not earlier?... | mind. Now that she had been proved justified in so tragic a manner, I felt ashamed. She had known Alfred Inglethorp only too well. I wondered whether, if she had remained at Styles, the tragedy would have taken place, or would the man have feared her watchful eyes? I was relieved when she shook me by the hand, with her... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | murdered poor Emily as I always told you he would." "My dear Evie, don't shout so. Whatever we may think or suspect, it is better to say as little as possible for the present. The inquest isn't until Friday." "Not until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly magnificent.<|quote|>"You're all off your heads.... | {
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"One must look at it logically." | Mr. Hastings | the inside?" "Well" I considered.<|quote|>"One must look at it logically."</|quote|>"True." "I should put it | the bedroom were bolted on the inside?" "Well" I considered.<|quote|>"One must look at it logically."</|quote|>"True." "I should put it this way. The doors _were_ | not agree, eh?" said Poirot. "Well, let us leave it. Time will show which of us is right. Now let us turn to other aspects of the case. What do you make of the fact that all the doors of the bedroom were bolted on the inside?" "Well" I considered.<|quote|>"One must look at it logically."</|quote|>"True." "I should put ... | his own for his absence." "And that reason?" I asked sceptically. Poirot shrugged his shoulders. "How should I know? Discreditable, without doubt. This Mr. Inglethorp, I should say, is somewhat of a scoundrel but that does not of necessity make him a murderer." I shook my head, unconvinced. "We do not agree, eh?" said ... | quietly, "there are several points in his favour." "Oh, come now!" "Yes." "I see only one." "And that?" "That he was not in the house last night." "Bad shot!' as you English say! You have chosen the one point that to my mind tells against him." "How is that?" "Because if Mr. Inglethorp knew that his wife would be poiso... | was very ingenious," I could not help admitting. "I must confess that the conclusions I drew from those few scribbled words were quite erroneous." He smiled. "You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely." "Another point ... | of the servants not Dorcas." "Did Mr. Inglethorp know of it?" "He says not." "One might take that with a grain of salt," I remarked sceptically. "All these wills are very confusing. Tell me, how did those scribbled words on the envelope help you to discover that a will was made yesterday afternoon?" Poirot smiled. "_Mo... | had been lost and recovered, Mrs. Inglethorp would at once have replaced it on her bunch; but on her bunch I found what was obviously the duplicate key, very new and bright, which led me to the hypothesis that somebody else had inserted the original key in the lock of the despatch-case." "Yes," I said, "Alfred Ingletho... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles | not agree, eh?" said Poirot. "Well, let us leave it. Time will show which of us is right. Now let us turn to other aspects of the case. What do you make of the fact that all the doors of the bedroom were bolted on the inside?" "Well" I considered.<|quote|>"One must look at it logically."</|quote|>"True." "I should put ... | {
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"content": "not agree, eh?\" said Poirot. ... | Mr. Hastings | The Mysterious Affair At Styles |
"\"I came forward to follow him, and at the noise of my movement he stopped dead. I did so too, star(...TRUNCATED) | The Invisible Man | "back to the house door.\"<|quote|>\"I came forward to follow him, and at the noise of my movement h(...TRUNCATED) | "foot spitefully, and went muttering back to the house door.\"<|quote|>\"I came forward to follow hi(...TRUNCATED) | "way to surprise, and then to anger, as he saw the shop empty.\" Damn the boys! \"he said. He went t(...TRUNCATED) | "I could rob the house of any available money.\" \"The man who had just entered the shop was a short(...TRUNCATED) | "the door set a clanking bell ringing. I left it open, and walked round a bare costume stand, into a(...TRUNCATED) | "nipping wind down the northward running streets. I walked fast to avoid being overtaken. Every cros(...TRUNCATED) | "a parcel, but I could not understand the system of checking. About eleven o clock, the snow having (...TRUNCATED) | "did not know how long it would be before I should become visible from that cause also. But I saw cl(...TRUNCATED) | The Invisible Man | "way to surprise, and then to anger, as he saw the shop empty.\" Damn the boys! \"he said. He went t(...TRUNCATED) | {"messages":[{"content":"All speakers: No speaker, The Invisible Man, Kemp, Mr. Thomas Marvel, Colon(...TRUNCATED) | The Invisible Man | The Invisible Man |
"This is the man I was telling you about, Harthouse," | Josiah Bounderby | "his hat in his hand.<|quote|>\"This is the man I was telling you about, Harthouse,\"</|quote|>said (...TRUNCATED) | "and standing near it, with his hat in his hand.<|quote|>\"This is the man I was telling you about, (...TRUNCATED) | "It was into the drawing-room that he was thus bidden. A tea-table was set out; and Mr. Bounderby's (...TRUNCATED) | "about, and betook himself as in duty bound, to the red brick castle of the giant Bounderby. CHAPTER(...TRUNCATED) | "to Coventry, I mean?\" said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen answered \"Yes,\"(...TRUNCATED) | "from a baseless sense of shame and disgrace. The first four days of his endurance were days so long(...TRUNCATED) | "left the scene. Then Slackbridge, who had kept his oratorical arm extended during the going out, as(...TRUNCATED) | "and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily,(...TRUNCATED) | Hard Times | "It was into the drawing-room that he was thus bidden. A tea-table was set out; and Mr. Bounderby's (...TRUNCATED) | {"messages":[{"content":"All speakers: No speaker, Josiah Bounderby, Thomas Gradgrind, Stephen Black(...TRUNCATED) | Josiah Bounderby | Hard Times |
"Well," | Emma | "and require confirmation, repeated confirmation.<|quote|>\"Well,\"</|quote|>said she at last, tryin(...TRUNCATED) | "time she could only exclaim, and require confirmation, repeated confirmation.<|quote|>\"Well,\"</|q(...TRUNCATED) | "is yet almost incredible to myself. I can hardly believe it.--I thought I knew him.\" Emma scarcely(...TRUNCATED) | "But it is even so. There has been a solemn engagement between them ever since October--formed at We(...TRUNCATED) | "attachment--\" She stopped to breathe. Emma thought first of herself, and then of Harriet. \"More t(...TRUNCATED) | "lower tone, before he quitted the room,--\" \"I have been as good as my word. She has not the least(...TRUNCATED) | "my word, Emma.\" \"-- \"Your word!--why not your honour!--why not say upon your honour, that it has(...TRUNCATED) | "\"He has been here this very morning, on a most extraordinary errand. It is impossible to express o(...TRUNCATED) | Emma | "is yet almost incredible to myself. I can hardly believe it.--I thought I knew him.\" Emma scarcely(...TRUNCATED) | {"messages":[{"content":"All speakers: No speaker, Emma, Mr. Knightley, Mr. Frank Churchill, Mrs. El(...TRUNCATED) | Emma | Emma |
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