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"Hallo, Rabbit," | Rabbit | person he met was Rabbit.<|quote|>"Hallo, Rabbit,"</|quote|>he said, "is that you?" | he stumped off. The first person he met was Rabbit.<|quote|>"Hallo, Rabbit,"</|quote|>he said, "is that you?" "Let's pretend it isn't," said | tell the others to get ready, while I see if my gun's all right. And we must all bring Provisions." "Bring what?" "Things to eat." "Oh!" said Pooh happily. "I thought you said Provisions. I'll go and tell them." And he stumped off. The first person he met was Rabbit.<|quote|>"Hallo, Rabbit,"</|quote|>he said, "is that ... | you discover," said Christopher Robin carelessly, not being quite sure himself. "Oh! I see," said Pooh. "Are bears any good at discovering it?" "Of course they are. And Rabbit and Kanga and all of you. It's an Expedition. That's what an Expedition means. A long line of everybody. You'd better tell the others to get rea... | had got it on. "And that's that," said Pooh. "What do we do next?" "We are all going on an Expedition," said Christopher Robin, as he got up and brushed himself. "Thank you, Pooh." "Going on an Expotition?" said Pooh eagerly. "I don't think I've ever been on one of those. Where are we going to on this Expotition?" "Exp... | for a Pooh! And I'll have a little something in an hour or two!" He was so pleased with this song that he sang it all the way to the top of the Forest, "and if I go on singing it much longer," he thought, "it will be time for the little something, and then the last line won't be true." So he turned it into a hum instea... | Robin. "Henry Pootel for short." And just when it was decided, Henry Pootel wriggled out of Kanga's arms and jumped to the ground. To his great joy Christopher Robin had left the door open. Never had Henry Pootel Piglet run so fast as he ran then, and he didn't stop running until he had got quite close to his house. Bu... | all the way to the top of the Forest, "and if I go on singing it much longer," he thought, "it will be time for the little something, and then the last line won't be true." So he turned it into a hum instead. Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Now look at Maudie," he went on; "would you believe it that she was of a fine, rich family, and that the coloured girl she 's dancing with now used to be her servant? She 's just like me about that. Absolutely no prejudice." | Mr. Skaggs | on an extra clerical force.<|quote|>"Now look at Maudie," he went on; "would you believe it that she was of a fine, rich family, and that the coloured girl she 's dancing with now used to be her servant? She 's just like me about that. Absolutely no prejudice."</|quote|>Joe was wide-eyed with wonder | the Recording Angel always put on an extra clerical force.<|quote|>"Now look at Maudie," he went on; "would you believe it that she was of a fine, rich family, and that the coloured girl she 's dancing with now used to be her servant? She 's just like me about that. Absolutely no prejudice."</|quote|>Joe was wide-eyed ... | was telling them, so no one was hurt, for the deceiver was as much a victim as the deceived. The boys who knew him best used to say that when Skaggs got started on one of his debauches of lying, the Recording Angel always put on an extra clerical force.<|quote|>"Now look at Maudie," he went on; "would you believe it th... | reporter was that he was born and reared on a Vermont farm, where his early life was passed in fighting for his very subsistence. But this never troubled Skaggsy. He was a monumental liar, and the saving quality about him was that he calmly believed his own lies while he was telling them, so no one was hurt, for the de... | often been invited to join some of the swell clubs here, but I never do it. By Jove! I 'd rather come down here and fellowship right in with you fellows. I like coloured people, anyway. It 's natural. You see, my father had a big plantation and owned lots of slaves,--no offence, of course, but it was the custom of that... | a here; don't you let old Thomas here string you about me bein' any old 'Mr!' Skaggs. I 'm Skaggsy to all of my friends. I hope to count you among 'em." It was such a supreme moment that Joe could not find words to answer, so he called for another drink. "Not a bit of it," said Skaggsy, "not a bit of it. When I meet my... | of a kind. It stood to the stranger and the man and woman without connections for the whole social life. It was a substitute--poor, it must be confessed--to many youths for the home life which is so lacking among certain classes in New York. Here the rounders congregated, or came and spent the hours until it was time t... | him, "Come over here, Skaggsy." In the moment that it took the young man to reach them, Joe wondered if he would ever reach that state when he could call that white man Skaggsy and the girl Maudie. The new-comer soon set all of that at ease. "I want you to know my friend, Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Skaggs." "Why, how d' ye do, ... | The Sport Of The Gods |
"I thought you'd _like_ me to come and meet you." | John Andrew | Andrew's face began to pucker.<|quote|>"I thought you'd _like_ me to come and meet you."</|quote|>"If you cry I shall | meet the train again." John Andrew's face began to pucker.<|quote|>"I thought you'd _like_ me to come and meet you."</|quote|>"If you cry I shall put you in front with | way to London to telephone her?... _Why_, daddy?" "It would take too long to explain." "Well tell me some of it... _Why_, daddy?" "Look here, I'm tired. If you don't stop asking questions I shan't let you ever come and meet the train again." John Andrew's face began to pucker.<|quote|>"I thought you'd _like_ me to come... | I didn't see her." "But you _said_ you were going to see her." "Yes, I thought I was, but I turned out to be wrong. I talked to her several times on the telephone." "But you can telephone her from here, can't you, daddy? Why did you go all the way to London to telephone her?... _Why_, daddy?" "It would take too long to... | alone say anything, whatever I do. And he hasn't really enjoyed himself at all, the poor sweet, so _that's_ a good thing too. He had to learn not to make surprise visits." "You are one for making people learn things," said Beaver. Tony emerged from the 3.18 feeling cold, tired, and heavy with guilt. John Andrew had com... | the impression that Jock and I were rather bores." "You were." "Are you in a rage?" "Well, I was last night. What made you do it, Tony, grown up men like you two?" "We felt low." "I bet you feel lower this morning... A box of white roses has just arrived from Jock." "I wish I'd thought of that." "You're such infants, b... | it someone _did_ say she was tired, earlier on in the evening." "I say, what's this frightful piece of fish?" "The waiter said you ordered it." "Perhaps I did." "I'll give it to the club cat," said Babs. "She's a dear called Blackberry." They danced once or twice. Then Jock said, "D'you think we ought to ring up Brenda... | you are, Jock." "Oh, I'm fond of Brenda... a grand girl." "Grand girl... I wish I didn't feel ill." Tony was awake at eight next morning, miserably articulating in his mind the fragmentary memories of the preceding night. The more he remembered, the baser his conduct appeared to him. At nine he had his bath and some te... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Hark!" cried the Dodger at this moment, "I heard the tinkler." | The Artful Dodger | looked on in intense dismay.<|quote|>"Hark!" cried the Dodger at this moment, "I heard the tinkler."</|quote|>Catching up the light, he | for breath, while Mr. Chitling looked on in intense dismay.<|quote|>"Hark!" cried the Dodger at this moment, "I heard the tinkler."</|quote|>Catching up the light, he crept softly upstairs. The bell | offender; who, being skilful in evading pursuit, ducked to avoid it, and chose his time so well that it lighted on the chest of the merry old gentleman, and caused him to stagger to the wall, where he stood panting for breath, while Mr. Chitling looked on in intense dismay.<|quote|>"Hark!" cried the Dodger at this mome... | 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 the offender; who, being skilfu... | it; wouldn't it, Fagin?" "To be sure it would, my dear," replied the Jew. "But I didn't blab it; did I, Fagin?" demanded Tom, pouring question upon question with great volubility. "No, no, to be sure," replied the Jew; "you were too stout-hearted for that. A deal too stout, my dear!" "Perhaps I was," rejoined Tom, look... | my dear; don't mind him. Betsy's a fine girl. Do as she bids you, Tom, and you will make your fortune." "So I _do_ do as she bids me," replied Mr. Chitling; "I shouldn't have been milled, if it hadn't been for her advice. But it turned out a good job for you; didn't it, Fagin! And what's six weeks of it? It must come, ... | of luck that there's no standing again' him." "Ha! ha! my dear," replied the Jew, "you must get up very early in the morning, to win against the Dodger." "Morning!" said Charley Bates; "you must put your boots on over-night, and have a telescope at each eye, and a opera-glass between your shoulders, if you want to come... | upon her; mightn't I, Fagin?" angrily pursued the poor half-witted dupe. "A word from me would have done it; wouldn't it, Fagin?" "To be sure it would, my dear," replied the Jew. "But I didn't blab it; did I, Fagin?" demanded Tom, pouring question upon question with great volubility. "No, no, to be sure," replied the J... | Oliver Twist |
"What on earth are we going to do with him? It's too late to get anyone else." | Tony Last | again--the bed's agony I believe."<|quote|>"What on earth are we going to do with him? It's too late to get anyone else."</|quote|>"You go over to Pigstanton. | who sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe."<|quote|>"What on earth are we going to do with him? It's too late to get anyone else."</|quote|>"You go over to Pigstanton. I'll look after him. It's | "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe."<|quote|>"What on earth are we going to ... | jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone here... Who is he anyway?" "Just a young man. His mother keeps that shop." "I used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too la... | Look at this." Brenda read. "_Arriving 3.18 so looking forward visit. Beaver._" And asked, "What's Beaver?" "It's a young man." "That sounds all right." "Oh no it's not. Wait till you see him." "What's he coming here for? Did you ask him to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening a... | and Brenda to choose the menu. Usually it ended by their declaring some food "joker". "I'm sure it does me a great deal of good." "Yes, darling, and when we get tired of it we might try an alphabetical diet, having things beginning with a different letter every day. J would be hungry, nothing but jam and jellied eels..... | to go upstairs and say you are sorry to nanny and promise never to use that word about anyone again." "All right." "And because you have been so naughty to-day you are not to ride to-morrow." "To-morrow's Sunday." "Well, next day then." "But you said" "to-morrow". "It isn't fair to change now." "John, don't argue. If y... | think we've got a tenant for Lowater Farm but it's been empty some time and I ought to see how much needs doing to it." "I wouldn't say "no" to going in to the "movies"." "All right. I can easily leave Lowater till Monday." "And we might go to Woolworth's afterwards, eh?" What with Brenda's pretty ways and Tony's good ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I beg your pardon?" | Dr. Aziz | you come to be there?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When | did it? And how did you come to be there?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked | why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned. "Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga." "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicke... | on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summon... | ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man f... | does to talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered... | her of his public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath th... | And she regretted afterwards that she had not kept to the real serious subject that had caused her to visit India namely the relationship between Ronny and Adela. Would they, or would they not, succeed in becoming engaged to be married? CHAPTER VI Aziz had not gone to the Bridge Party. Immediately after his meeting wit... | A Passage To India |
But the chair would never do. Worse than all! To lose the possibility of speaking two words to Captain Wentworth in the course of her quiet, solitary progress up the town (and she felt almost certain of meeting him) could not be borne. The chair was earnestly protested against, and Mrs Musgrove, who thought only of one... | No speaker | chair. She must not walk."<|quote|>But the chair would never do. Worse than all! To lose the possibility of speaking two words to Captain Wentworth in the course of her quiet, solitary progress up the town (and she felt almost certain of meeting him) could not be borne. The chair was earnestly protested against, and Mr... | Charles, ring and order a chair. She must not walk."<|quote|>But the chair would never do. Worse than all! To lose the possibility of speaking two words to Captain Wentworth in the course of her quiet, solitary progress up the town (and she felt almost certain of meeting him) could not be borne. The chair was earnestly... | go home. "By all means, my dear," cried Mrs Musgrove, "go home directly, and take care of yourself, that you may be fit for the evening. I wish Sarah was here to doctor you, but I am no doctor myself. Charles, ring and order a chair. She must not walk."<|quote|>But the chair would never do. Worse than all! To lose the ... | stir without her for the world. This was dreadful. Would they only have gone away, and left her in the quiet possession of that room it would have been her cure; but to have them all standing or waiting around her was distracting, and in desperation, she said she would go home. "By all means, my dear," cried Mrs Musgro... | passed before she was interrupted, with all the restraints of her situation, could do nothing towards tranquillity. Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was overpowering happiness. And before she was beyond the first stage of full sensation, Charles, Mary, and Henrietta all came in. The absolute necessity of... | have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think ... | ready, I am in half a minute. I know you will not be sorry to be off. I shall be at your service in half a minute." Mrs Croft left them, and Captain Wentworth, having sealed his letter with great rapidity, was indeed ready, and had even a hurried, agitated air, which shewed impatience to be gone. Anne knew not how to u... | to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on other... | Persuasion |
"Get two rods, then, and Bill won't have to buy one." | Jake Barnes | won't fish," Brett put in.<|quote|>"Get two rods, then, and Bill won't have to buy one."</|quote|>"Right," said Mike. "I'll send | lines, and some flies." "I won't fish," Brett put in.<|quote|>"Get two rods, then, and Bill won't have to buy one."</|quote|>"Right," said Mike. "I'll send a wire to the keeper." | up in the morning." "Indeed not!" "If our money comes and you're sure you don't mind." "It will come, all right. I'll see to that." "Tell me what tackle to send for." "Get two or three rods with reels, and lines, and some flies." "I won't fish," Brett put in.<|quote|>"Get two rods, then, and Bill won't have to buy one.... | way, where is Bill?" Brett asked. "He's out at Chantilly dining with some people." "He's a good chap." "Splendid chap," said Mike. "He is, you know." "You don't remember him," Brett said. "I do. Remember him perfectly. Look, Jake, we'll come down the night of the 25th. Brett can't get up in the morning." "Indeed not!" ... | "It would be grand." "You wouldn't mind, really? I've been at Pamplona, you know. Brett's mad to go. You're sure we wouldn't just be a bloody nuisance?" "Don't talk like a fool." "I'm a little tight, you know. I wouldn't ask you like this if I weren't. You're sure you don't mind?" "Oh, shut up, Michael," Brett said. "H... | fight was the night of the 20th of June. It was a good fight. The morning after the fight I had a letter from Robert Cohn, written from Hendaye. He was having a very quiet time, he said, bathing, playing some golf and much bridge. Hendaye had a splendid beach, but he was anxious to start on the fishing-trip. When would... | a lovely lady, Brett. Where did you get that hat?" "Chap bought it for me. Don't you like it?" "It's a dreadful hat. Do get a good hat." "Oh, we've so much money now," Brett said. "I say, haven't you met Bill yet? You _are_ a lovely host, Jake." She turned to Mike. "This is Bill Gorton. This drunkard is Mike Campbell. ... | him a double-tapered line he would pay me when I came down. That same morning I wrote Cohn from the office that Bill and I would leave Paris on the 25th unless I wired him otherwise, and would meet him at Bayonne, where we could get a bus over the mountains to Pamplona. The same evening about seven o'clock I stopped in... | The Sun Also Rises |
"I like Giotto," she replied. "It is so wonderful what they say about his tactile values. Though I like things like the Della Robbia babies better." | Lucy | "I saw nothing in it."<|quote|>"I like Giotto," she replied. "It is so wonderful what they say about his tactile values. Though I like things like the Della Robbia babies better."</|quote|>"So you ought. A baby | that fresco?" he said uneasily. "I saw nothing in it."<|quote|>"I like Giotto," she replied. "It is so wonderful what they say about his tactile values. Though I like things like the Della Robbia babies better."</|quote|>"So you ought. A baby is worth a dozen saints. | modestly edging to his Mass through the groups of tourists. But Mr. Emerson was only half interested. He watched the lecturer, whose success he believed he had impaired, and then he anxiously watched his son. "Why will he look at that fresco?" he said uneasily. "I saw nothing in it."<|quote|>"I like Giotto," she replie... | the old man wandered not unpleasantly about Santa Croce, which, though it is like a barn, has harvested many beautiful things inside its walls. There were also beggars to avoid and guides to dodge round the pillars, and an old lady with her dog, and here and there a priest modestly edging to his Mass through the groups... | we have spoilt the pleasure of I don't know how many people. They won't come back." "...full of innate sympathy...quickness to perceive good in others...vision of the brotherhood of man..." Scraps of the lecture on St. Francis came floating round the partition wall. "Don't let us spoil yours," he continued to Lucy. "Ha... | he informed her. "He will try to be kind." "I hope we all try," said she, smiling nervously. "Because we think it improves our characters. But he is kind to people because he loves them; and they find him out, and are offended, or frightened." "How silly of them!" said Lucy, though in her heart she sympathized; "I thin... | did Lucy. She was sure that she ought not to be with these men; but they had cast a spell over her. They were so serious and so strange that she could not remember how to behave. "Now, did this happen, or didn't it? Yes or no?" George replied: "It happened like this, if it happened at all. I would rather go up to heave... | of unknown emotion, it passed when Mr. Emerson returned, and she could re-enter the world of rapid talk, which was alone familiar to her. "Were you snubbed?" asked his son tranquilly. "But we have spoilt the pleasure of I don't know how many people. They won't come back." "...full of innate sympathy...quickness to perc... | A Room With A View |
"They become you." | Lord Henry | am tired of strawberry leaves."<|quote|>"They become you."</|quote|>"Only in public." "You would | came to you crowned." "I am tired of strawberry leaves."<|quote|>"They become you."</|quote|>"Only in public." "You would miss them," said Lord Henry. | the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful." "One may lose one s way." "All ways end at the same point, my dear Gladys." "What is that?" "Disillusion." "It was my _d but_ in life," she sighed. "It came to you crowned." "I am tired of strawberry leaves."<|quote|>"They become you."</|quote|>"Only in p... | and looked at the duchess with his slumberous eyes. "Are you very much in love with him?" he asked. She did not answer for some time, but stood gazing at the landscape. "I wish I knew," she said at last. He shook his head. "Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful."... | again. He is going to faint." Dorian drew himself up with an effort and smiled. "It is nothing, Duchess," he murmured; "my nerves are dreadfully out of order. That is all. I am afraid I walked too far this morning. I didn t hear what Harry said. Was it very bad? You must tell me some other time. I think I must go and l... | tell you, Harry," he answered sadly. "And I dare say it is only a fancy of mine. This unfortunate accident has upset me. I have a horrible presentiment that something of the kind may happen to me." "What nonsense!" "I hope it is, but I can t help feeling it. Ah! here is the duchess, looking like Artemis in a tailor-mad... | trees there, watching me, waiting for me?" Lord Henry looked in the direction in which the trembling gloved hand was pointing. "Yes," he said, smiling, "I see the gardener waiting for you. I suppose he wants to ask you what flowers you wish to have on the table to-night. How absurdly nervous you are, my dear fellow! Yo... | sake of an epigram." "The world goes to the altar of its own accord," was the answer. "I wish I could love," cried Dorian Gray with a deep note of pathos in his voice. "But I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. I am too much concentrated on myself. My own personality has become a burden to me. I wan... | The Picture Of Dorian Gray |
"Those that ask no questions hear no lies" | Nanny | see" or "That's asking" or<|quote|>"Those that ask no questions hear no lies"</|quote|>"--altogether unlike Ben's decisive and | always evasive, like that--" "We'll see" or "That's asking" or<|quote|>"Those that ask no questions hear no lies"</|quote|>"--altogether unlike Ben's decisive and pungent judgments. "What does it | now, you've had quite enough of horses for one day." "Can't have enough of horses," said John, "ever." On the way back to the house he said, "Can I have my milk in mummy's room?" "That depends." Nanny's replies were always evasive, like that--" "We'll see" or "That's asking" or<|quote|>"Those that ask no questions hear... | see you doing the farm horses this evening?" "That's not for me to say. You must ask nanny. Tell you what though, the grey carthorse has got worms. Would you like to see me give him a pill?" "Oh yes; please, nanny, may I?" "You must ask mother. Come along now, you've had quite enough of horses for one day." "Can't have... | stirrup swinging loose and one hand grabbing its old support in the mane, but still in the saddle. "There, how did that feel? You just skimmed over like a swallow. Try it again?" Twice more John and Thunderclap went over the little rail, then nanny called that it was time to go indoors for his milk. They walked the pon... | it and, just before the jump, fell into a trot again and swerved round the obstacle. John recovered his balance by dropping the reins and gripping the mane with both hands; he looked guiltily at Ben, who said, "What d'you suppose your bloody legs are for? Here, take this and just give her a tap when you get up to it!" ... | present on his sixth birthday from Uncle Reggie. It was John who had named her, after lengthy consultation. Originally she had been called Christabelle which, as Ben said, was more the name for a hound than a horse. Ben had known a strawberry roan called Thunderclap who killed two riders and won the local point-to-poin... | sat by the gate re-reading a letter from her sister. John took Thunderclap back and tried the jump again. This time they made straight for the rail. Ben shouted "Legs!" and John kicked sturdily, losing his stirrups. Ben raised his arms as if scaring crows. Thunderclap jumped; John rose from the saddle and landed on his... | A Handful Of Dust |
And he hurried off to the front of the Expotition with Christopher Robin. | No speaker | said Rabbit. "I must go."<|quote|>And he hurried off to the front of the Expotition with Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"All right," said Eeyore. "We're | on!" called Owl. "We're starting," said Rabbit. "I must go."<|quote|>And he hurried off to the front of the Expotition with Christopher Robin.</|quote|>"All right," said Eeyore. "We're going. Only Don't Blame Me." | gathering Nuts and May' with the end part of an ant's nest. It's all the same to me." There was a shout from the top of the line. "Come on!" called Christopher Robin. "Come on!" called Pooh and Piglet "Come on!" called Owl. "We're starting," said Rabbit. "I must go."<|quote|>And he hurried off to the front of the Expot... | isn't an Expo--whatever it is--at all, it's simply a Confused Noise. That's what _I_ say." "I see what Eeyore means," said Owl. "If you ask me----" "I'm not asking anybody," said Eeyore. "I'm just telling everybody. We can look for the North Pole, or we can play 'Here we go gathering Nuts and May' with the end part of ... | a long line, all Rabbit's friends-and-relations. "I didn't ask them," explained Rabbit carelessly. "They just came. They always do. They can march at the end, after Eeyore." "What I say," said Eeyore, "is that it's unsettling. I didn't want to come on this Expo--what Pooh said. I only came to oblige. But here I am; and... | Pro--things to eat with us. In case we want to eat them. Now I'm going down to Piglet's. Tell Kanga, will you?" He left Rabbit and hurried down to Piglet's house. The Piglet was sitting on the ground at the door of his house blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year, next year, sometim... | Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look Ready for Anything. "Good-morning, Christopher Robin," he called out. "Hallo, Pooh Bear. I can't get this boot on." "That's bad," said Pooh. "... | And he stumped off. The first person he met was Rabbit. "Hallo, Rabbit," he said, "is that you?" "Let's pretend it isn't," said Rabbit, "and see what happens." "I've got a message for you." "I'll give it to him." "We're all going on an Expotition with Christopher Robin!" "What is it when we're on it?" "A sort of boat, ... | Winnie The Pooh |
"Missed his tip." | Josiah Bounderby | the potent Bounderby for assistance.<|quote|>"Missed his tip."</|quote|>"Offered at the Garters four | asked Mr. Gradgrind, glancing at the potent Bounderby for assistance.<|quote|>"Missed his tip."</|quote|>"Offered at the Garters four times last night, and never | Mr. Gradgrind, "I was addressing myself to you. You may or you may not be aware (for perhaps you have not been much in the audience), that Jupe has missed his tip very often, lately." "Has what has he missed?" asked Mr. Gradgrind, glancing at the potent Bounderby for assistance.<|quote|>"Missed his tip."</|quote|>"Offe... | (Master Kidderminster was Cupid's mortal name.) "What does he come here cheeking us for, then?" cried Master Kidderminster, showing a very irascible temperament. "If you want to cheek us, pay your ochre at the doors and take it out." "Kidderminster," said Mr. Childers, raising his voice, "stow that! Sir," to Mr. Gradgr... | friend," Mr. Bounderby put in, "we are the kind of people who know the value of time, and you are the kind of people who don't know the value of time." "I have not," retorted Mr. Childers, after surveying him from head to foot, "the honour of knowing _you_, but if you mean that you can make more money of your time than... | as Mr. E. W. B. Childers, so justly celebrated for his daring vaulting act as the Wild Huntsman of the North American Prairies; in which popular performance, a diminutive boy with an old face, who now accompanied him, assisted as his infant son: being carried upside down over his father's shoulder, by one foot, and hel... | and Sissy, having set two chairs for them, sped away with a quick light step. It was a mean, shabbily furnished room, with a bed in it. The white night-cap, embellished with two peacock's feathers and a pigtail bolt upright, in which Signor Jupe had that very afternoon enlivened the varied performances with his chaste ... | in which wild huntsmen may be observed to fondle their offspring. Made up with curls, wreaths, wings, white bismuth, and carmine, this hopeful young person soared into so pleasing a Cupid as to constitute the chief delight of the maternal part of the spectators; but in private, where his characteristics were a precocio... | Hard Times |
Captain Harville smiled, as much as to say, "Do you claim that for your sex?" and she answered the question, smiling also, | No speaker | any woman who truly loved."<|quote|>Captain Harville smiled, as much as to say, "Do you claim that for your sex?" and she answered the question, smiling also,</|quote|>"Yes. We certainly do not | not be the nature of any woman who truly loved."<|quote|>Captain Harville smiled, as much as to say, "Do you claim that for your sex?" and she answered the question, smiling also,</|quote|>"Yes. We certainly do not forget you as soon as | up the whole by adding, "Poor Fanny! she would not have forgotten him so soon!" "No," replied Anne, in a low, feeling voice. "That I can easily believe." "It was not in her nature. She doted on him." "It would not be the nature of any woman who truly loved."<|quote|>Captain Harville smiled, as much as to say, "Do you c... | was a commission to me! But who else was there to employ? I hope I can allow for him. I am not sorry, indeed, to make it over to another. He undertakes it;" (looking towards Captain Wentworth,) "he is writing about it now." And with a quivering lip he wound up the whole by adding, "Poor Fanny! she would not have forgot... | "do you know who that is?" "Certainly: Captain Benwick." "Yes, and you may guess who it is for. But," (in a deep tone,) "it was not done for her. Miss Elliot, do you remember our walking together at Lyme, and grieving for him? I little thought then--but no matter. This was drawn at the Cape. He met with a clever young ... | of the ill effect of a contrary practice as had fallen within their observation, but Anne heard nothing distinctly; it was only a buzz of words in her ear, her mind was in confusion. Captain Harville, who had in truth been hearing none of it, now left his seat, and moved to a window, and Anne seeming to watch him, thou... | same style of open-hearted communication: minutiae which, even with every advantage of taste and delicacy, which good Mrs Musgrove could not give, could be properly interesting only to the principals. Mrs Croft was attending with great good-humour, and whenever she spoke at all, it was very sensibly. Anne hoped the gen... | able to marry in six months, or even in twelve; but a long engagement--" "Yes, dear ma'am," said Mrs Croft, "or an uncertain engagement, an engagement which may be long. To begin without knowing that at such a time there will be the means of marrying, I hold to be very unsafe and unwise, and what I think all parents sh... | Persuasion |
Every one capable of thinking felt the advantage of the idea, and in a moment (it was all done in rapid moments) Captain Benwick had resigned the poor corpse-like figure entirely to the brother's care, and was off for the town with the utmost rapidity. As to the wretched party left behind, it could scarcely be said whi... | No speaker | surgeon is to be found."<|quote|>Every one capable of thinking felt the advantage of the idea, and in a moment (it was all done in rapid moments) Captain Benwick had resigned the poor corpse-like figure entirely to the brother's care, and was off for the town with the utmost rapidity. As to the wretched party left behi... | Benwick? He knows where a surgeon is to be found."<|quote|>Every one capable of thinking felt the advantage of the idea, and in a moment (it was all done in rapid moments) Captain Benwick had resigned the poor corpse-like figure entirely to the brother's care, and was off for the town with the utmost rapidity. As to th... | "A surgeon!" said Anne. He caught the word; it seemed to rouse him at once, and saying only-- "True, true, a surgeon this instant," was darting away, when Anne eagerly suggested-- "Captain Benwick, would not it be better for Captain Benwick? He knows where a surgeon is to be found."<|quote|>Every one capable of thinkin... | his wife, they were both with him; and Louisa was raised up and supported more firmly between them, and everything was done that Anne had prompted, but in vain; while Captain Wentworth, staggering against the wall for his support, exclaimed in the bitterest agony-- "Oh God! her father and mother!" "A surgeon!" said Ann... | and would have fallen on the steps, but for Captain Benwick and Anne, who caught and supported her between them. "Is there no one to help me?" were the first words which burst from Captain Wentworth, in a tone of despair, and as if all his own strength were gone. "Go to him, go to him," cried Anne, "for heaven's sake g... | her from the stiles; the sensation was delightful to her. The hardness of the pavement for her feet, made him 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 gr... | Laconia had come into Plymouth the week before; no danger of her being sent to sea again. He stood his chance for the rest; wrote up for leave of absence, but without waiting the return, travelled night and day till he got to Portsmouth, rowed off to the Grappler that instant, and never left the poor fellow for a week.... | was soon drawn, perforce another way. There was too much wind to make the high part of the new Cobb pleasant for the ladies, and they agreed to get down the steps to the lower, and all were contented to pass quietly and carefully down the steep flight, excepting Louisa; she must be jumped down them by Captain Wentworth... | Persuasion |
I interrupted. | No speaker | been done some time ago,"<|quote|>I interrupted.</|quote|>"No, for it is still | the floor." "That may have been done some time ago,"<|quote|>I interrupted.</|quote|>"No, for it is still perceptibly damp and smells of | points of interest. Shall I enumerate them, or will you?" "Oh, you," I replied hastily. "Very well, then. One, a coffee-cup that has been ground into powder; two, a despatch-case with a key in the lock; three, a stain on the floor." "That may have been done some time ago,"<|quote|>I interrupted.</|quote|>"No, for it is... | knees, examining it minutely even going so far as to smell it. Finally, he poured a few drops of the cocoa into a test tube, sealing it up carefully. His next proceeding was to take out a little notebook. "We have found in this room," he said, writing busily, "six points of interest. Shall I enumerate them, or will you... | the lock of the purple despatch-case. It fitted, and he opened the box, but after a moment's hesitation, closed and relocked it, and slipped the bunch of keys, as well as the key that had originally stood in the lock, into his own pocket. "I have no authority to go through these papers. But it should be done at once!" ... | about. "Ah, this is curious," said Poirot. "I must confess that I see nothing particularly curious about it." "You do not? Observe the lamp the chimney is broken in two places; they lie there as they fell. But see, the coffee-cup is absolutely smashed to powder." "Well," I said wearily, "I suppose someone must have ste... | afraid of obliterating any foot-marks. "Foot-marks? But what an idea! There has already been practically an army in the room! What foot-marks are we likely to find? No, come here and aid me in my search. I will put down my little case until I need it." He did so, on the round table by the window, but it was an ill-advi... | he was agitated. "_Mon ami_," he said, turning to me, "somebody stepped on that cup, grinding it to powder, and the reason they did so was either because it contained strychnine or which is far more serious because it did not contain strychnine!" I made no reply. I was bewildered, but I knew that it was no good asking ... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles |
"I shall keep my hand on your shoulder," said the Voice, "all through the village. Go straight through and try no foolery. It will be the worse for you if you do." | The Invisible Man | church loomed through the gloaming.<|quote|>"I shall keep my hand on your shoulder," said the Voice, "all through the village. Go straight through and try no foolery. It will be the worse for you if you do."</|quote|>"I know that," sighed Mr. | the square tower of a church loomed through the gloaming.<|quote|>"I shall keep my hand on your shoulder," said the Voice, "all through the village. Go straight through and try no foolery. It will be the worse for you if you do."</|quote|>"I know that," sighed Mr. Marvel, "I know all that." | the man for it. Respectfully but it _is_ so" "If you don t shut up I shall twist your wrist again," said the Invisible Man. "I want to think." Presently two oblongs of yellow light appeared through the trees, and the square tower of a church loomed through the gloaming.<|quote|>"I shall keep my hand on your shoulder," ... | of unendurable wrong. "Oh! _shut up_!" said the Voice, with sudden amazing vigour. "I ll see to you all right. You do what you re told. You ll do it all right. You re a fool and all that, but you ll do" "I tell you, sir, I m not the man for it. Respectfully but it _is_ so" "If you don t shut up I shall twist your wrist... | wouldn t like to mess up your plans, you know. But I might out of sheer funk and misery." "You d better not," said the Voice, with quiet emphasis. "I wish I was dead," said Marvel. "It ain t justice," he said; "you must admit.... It seems to me I ve a perfect right" "_Get_ on!" said the Voice. Mr. Marvel mended his pac... | one knew I was invisible! And now what am I to do?" "What am _I_ to do?" asked Marvel, _sotto voce_. "It s all about. It will be in the papers! Everybody will be looking for me; everyone on their guard" The Voice broke off into vivid curses and ceased. The despair of Mr. Marvel s face deepened, and his pace slackened. ... | under a raised eyebrow in the corner of a window pane. The Invisible Man amused himself for a little while by breaking all the windows in the "Coach and Horses," and then he thrust a street lamp through the parlour window of Mrs. Gribble. He it must have been who cut the telegraph wire to Adderdean just beyond Higgins ... | silent. He blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were eloquent of despair. "It s bad enough to let these floundering yokels explode my little secret, without _your_ cutting off with my books. It s lucky for some of them they cut and ran when they did! Here am I ... No one knew I was invisible! And now what am I to do?" "Wh... | The Invisible Man |
"I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." | Mary Datchet | was in love with her.<|quote|>"I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas."</|quote|>Katharine reflected that this was | must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her.<|quote|>"I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas."</|quote|>Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she | but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her.<|quote|>"I don t know what he means to do," she... | She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as K... | Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fir... | see," she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality," she said. "Yes," said Katharine, almost s... | this desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clo... | live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted." "He thinks of it," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write ... | Night And Day |
"I shall not say it. It will be untrue. Now my poor wife--" | Signor Carella | say that you love her."<|quote|>"I shall not say it. It will be untrue. Now my poor wife--"</|quote|>He stopped, seeing that the | "And I suppose you will say that you love her."<|quote|>"I shall not say it. It will be untrue. Now my poor wife--"</|quote|>He stopped, seeing that the comparison would involve him in | another. It is not a year since Lilia died. You pretended to me the other day that you loved her. It is a lie. You wanted her money. Has this woman money too?" "Why, yes!" he said irritably. "A little." "And I suppose you will say that you love her."<|quote|>"I shall not say it. It will be untrue. Now my poor wife--"</... | Miss Abbott, and all the indignation of her sex and her nationality went thrilling through the words. "But why?" He jumped up, frowning. His voice was squeaky and petulant, like that of a child who is suddenly forbidden a toy. "You have ruined one woman; I forbid you to ruin another. It is not a year since Lilia died. ... | to approve of anything you do." "Oh, Signorina!" He laughed, as if he found her piquant and amusing. "Surely you approve of marriage?" "Where there is love," said Miss Abbott, looking at him hard. His face had altered in the last year, but not for the worse, which was baffling. "Where there is love," said he, politely ... | and two aunts were also willing. But it was impossible. They have their ways of doing things, and when I was younger I was content with them. But now I am a man. I have my own ways. Do you understand?" "Yes, I do," said Miss Abbott, thinking of her own dear father, whose tricks and habits, after twenty-five years spent... | I see that the ungrateful little fellow is asleep! Seven months? No, eight; of course eight. Still, he is a remarkably fine child for his age." Italian is a bad medium for condescension. The patronizing words came out gracious and sincere, and he smiled with pleasure. "You must not stand. Let us sit on the loggia, wher... | quest! "E manca questo!" He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, to indicate that he had no money. Then he sighed, and blew another smoke-ring. Miss Abbott took heart and turned diplomatic. "This house," she said, "is a large house." "Exactly," was his gloomy reply. "And when my poor wife died--" He got up, went i... | Where Angels Fear To Tread |
she continued. | No speaker | with excitement. "Where is Potapitch?"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Send Potapitch to speak to | won." She seemed almost breathless with excitement. "Where is Potapitch?"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Send Potapitch to speak to him. No, _you_ must tell | tell him," suddenly she exclaimed with a nudge at my elbow, " go and tell him to stop, and to take his money with him, and go home. Presently he will be losing yes, losing everything that he has now won." She seemed almost breathless with excitement. "Where is Potapitch?"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Send Potapitch... | him what to stake, 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 a... | gains. Around him lacqueys fussed placing chairs just behind where he was standing and clearing the spectators from his vicinity, so that he should have more room, and not be crowded the whole done, of course, in expectation of a generous largesse. From time to time other gamblers would hand him part of their winnings ... | of the gamblers. Many a lorgnette I saw turned in her direction, and the croupiers hopes rose high that such an eccentric player was about to provide them with something out of the common. An old lady of seventy-five years who, though unable to walk, desired to play was not an everyday phenomenon. I too pressed forward... | much one might wish it, the eight croupiers apportioned to each table kept an eye upon the stakes, performed the necessary reckoning, and decided disputes as they arose. In the last resort they always called in the Casino police, and the disputes would immediately come to an end. Policemen were stationed about the Casi... | kept flashing, and his hands shaking; yet all the while he staked without any sort of calculation just what came to his hand, as he kept winning and winning, and raking and raking in his gains. Around him lacqueys fussed placing chairs just behind where he was standing and clearing the spectators from his vicinity, so ... | The Gambler |
"It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better." | Margaret | scarlet all over her face.<|quote|>"It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better."</|quote|>"But I think you told | Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face.<|quote|>"It s all right," called Margaret, catching them up. "Dempster s Bank s better."</|quote|>"But I think you told us the Porphyrion was bad, | There are still a great number of sacred trees in England, it seems." But he left her to intercept Mrs. Munt, whose voice could be heard in the distance; to be intercepted himself by Helen. "Oh. Mr. Wilcox, about the Porphyrion--" she began and went scarlet all over her face.<|quote|>"It s all right," called Margaret, ... | see the house, though?" "Very much--I ve heard so much about it, one way or the other. Aren t there pigs teeth in the wych-elm?" "PIGS TEETH?" "And you chew the bark for toothache." "What a rum notion! Of course not!" "Perhaps I have confused it with some other tree. There are still a great number of sacred trees in En... | "Er--no," said Margaret, after a moment s thought. "Oh, that ll be all right. I ll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year. She turns the house upside down for us; she invites our special friends--she scarcely knows Frieda, and we can t leave her on her hands. I missed one d... | bad concern." "A clerk who clears out of any concern, good or bad, without securing a berth somewhere else first, is a fool, and I ve no pity for him." "He has not done that. He s going into a bank in Camden Town, he says. The salary s much lower, but he hopes to manage--a branch of Dempster s Bank. Is that all right?"... | had been ominously quiet since the affair was settled. "Here we all are!" she cried, and took him by one hand, retaining her sister s in the other. "Here we are. Good-morning, Helen." Helen replied, "Good-morning, Mr. Wilcox." "Henry, she has had such a nice letter from the queer, cross boy. Do you remember him? He had... | opinion, subletting is a mistake. If he can find me another tenant, whom I consider suitable, I may cancel the agreement. Morning, Schlegel. Don t you think that s better than subletting?" Helen had dropped her hand now, and he had steered her past the whole party to the seaward side of the house. Beneath them was the ... | Howards End |
said Marvel. | No speaker | a paper these four days,"<|quote|>said Marvel.</|quote|>"Iping s the place he | thing." "I ain t seen a paper these four days,"<|quote|>said Marvel.</|quote|>"Iping s the place he started at," said the mariner. | "I don t of course mean here in this place, I mean hereabouts." "An Invisible Man!" said Mr. Marvel. "And what s _he_ been up to?" "Everything," said the mariner, controlling Marvel with his eye, and then amplifying, "every blessed thing." "I ain t seen a paper these four days,"<|quote|>said Marvel.</|quote|>"Iping s t... | Mr. Marvel pulled his mouth askew and scratched his cheek and felt his ears glowing. "What will they be writing next?" he asked faintly. "Ostria, or America?" "Neither," said the mariner. "_Here_." "Lord!" said Mr. Marvel, starting. "When I say _here_," said the mariner, to Mr. Marvel s intense relief, "I don t of cour... | "Oh, yes," he said. "Yes, they re books." "There s some extra-ordinary things in books," said the mariner. "I believe you," said Mr. Marvel. "And some extra-ordinary things out of em," said the mariner. "True likewise," said Mr. Marvel. He eyed his interlocutor, and then glanced about him. "There s some extra-ordinary ... | and although no one took the slightest notice of him, his agitation remained at fever heat. His hands would go ever and again to his various pockets with a curious nervous fumbling. When he had been sitting for the best part of an hour, however, an elderly mariner, carrying a newspaper, came out of the inn and sat down... | you! I could have dropped." "Well?" "I haven t the nerve and strength for the sort of thing you want." "_I ll_ stimulate you." "I wish you wouldn t. I wouldn t like to mess up your plans, you know. But I might out of sheer funk and misery." "You d better not," said the Voice, with quiet emphasis. "I wish I was dead," s... | approached Mr. Marvel he had heard a sound like the dropping of coins into a pocket. He was struck by the contrast of Mr. Marvel s appearance with this suggestion of opulence. Thence his mind wandered back again to a topic that had taken a curiously firm hold of his imagination. "Books?" he said suddenly, noisily finis... | The Invisible Man |
"Yes," he continued, coming closer to him and looking steadfastly into his stern eyes, "I shall show you my soul. You shall see the thing that you fancy only God can see." | Dorian Gray | of what he had done.<|quote|>"Yes," he continued, coming closer to him and looking steadfastly into his stern eyes, "I shall show you my soul. You shall see the thing that you fancy only God can see."</|quote|>Hallward started back. "This is | life with the hideous memory of what he had done.<|quote|>"Yes," he continued, coming closer to him and looking steadfastly into his stern eyes, "I shall show you my soul. You shall see the thing that you fancy only God can see."</|quote|>Hallward started back. "This is blasphemy, Dorian!" he cried. "You | terrible joy at the thought that some one else was to share his secret, and that the man who had painted the portrait that was the origin of all his shame was to be burdened for the rest of his life with the hideous memory of what he had done.<|quote|>"Yes," he continued, coming closer to him and looking steadfastly in... | prate about it so tediously. Come, I tell you. You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face." There was the madness of pride in every word he uttered. He stamped his foot upon the ground in his boyish insolent manner. He felt a terrible joy at the thought that some one else was to s... | Hallward gravely, and with deep-toned sorrow in his voice, "to see your soul. But only God can do that." A bitter laugh of mockery broke from the lips of the younger man. "You shall see it yourself, to-night!" he cried, seizing a lamp from the table. "Come: it is your own handiwork. Why shouldn t you look at it? You ca... | of the dreadful people you associate with. Don t shrug your shoulders like that. Don t be so indifferent. You have a wonderful influence. Let it be for good, not for evil. They say that you corrupt every one with whom you become intimate, and that it is quite sufficient for you to enter a house for shame of some kind t... | they slander. In this country, it is enough for a man to have distinction and brains for every common tongue to wag against him. And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite." "Dorian," cried Hallward, "that ... | white from fear. "Yes," answered Hallward gravely, and with deep-toned sorrow in his voice, "to see your soul. But only God can do that." A bitter laugh of mockery broke from the lips of the younger man. "You shall see it yourself, to-night!" he cried, seizing a lamp from the table. "Come: it is your own handiwork. Why... | The Picture Of Dorian Gray |
"And yours," he replied with a smile, "is wilfully to misunderstand them." | Mr. Darcy | propensity to hate every body."<|quote|>"And yours," he replied with a smile, "is wilfully to misunderstand them."</|quote|>"Do let us have a | "And _your_ defect is a propensity to hate every body."<|quote|>"And yours," he replied with a smile, "is wilfully to misunderstand them."</|quote|>"Do let us have a little music,"--cried Miss Bingley, tired | you have chosen your fault well.--I really cannot _laugh_ at it. You are safe from me." "There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome." "And _your_ defect is a propensity to hate every body."<|quote|>"And yours," he replie... | as I ought, nor their offences against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful.--My good opinion once lost is lost for ever." "_That_ is a failing indeed!"--cried Elizabeth. "Implacable resentment _is_ a shade in a character. But you have cho... | will be always under good regulation." Elizabeth turned away to hide a smile. "Your examination of Mr. Darcy is over, I presume," said Miss Bingley;--"and pray what is the result?" "I am perfectly convinced by it that Mr. Darcy has no defect. He owns it himself without disguise." "No"--said Darcy, "I have made no such ... | please, by attempting to laugh without a subject. Mr. Darcy may hug himself." "Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!" cried Elizabeth. "That is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to _me_ to have many such acquaintance. I dearly love a laugh." "Miss Bingley," said he, ... | was still inflexibly studious. In the desperation of her feelings she resolved on one effort more; and, turning to Elizabeth, said, "Miss Eliza Bennet, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room.--I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude." Elizabeth was surp... | so abominable. How shall we punish him for such a speech?" "Nothing so easy, if you have but the inclination," said Elizabeth. "We can all plague and punish one another. Teaze him--laugh at him.--Intimate as you are, you must know how it is to be done." "But upon my honour I do _not_. I do assure you that my intimacy h... | Pride And Prejudice |
"Three grown up." | Fanny Price | many Miss Owens are there?"<|quote|>"Three grown up."</|quote|>"Are they musical?" "I do | of everything and everybody. How many Miss Owens are there?"<|quote|>"Three grown up."</|quote|>"Are they musical?" "I do not at all know. I | father, no wonder he was concise. Who could write chat to Sir Thomas? If he had written to you, there would have been more particulars. You would have heard of balls and parties. He would have sent you a description of everything and everybody. How many Miss Owens are there?"<|quote|>"Three grown up."</|quote|>"Are the... | to stay longer, and that he had agreed to do so. A _few_ days longer, or _some_ days longer; I am not quite sure which." "Oh! if he wrote to his father; but I thought it might have been to Lady Bertram or you. But if he wrote to his father, no wonder he was concise. Who could write chat to Sir Thomas? If he had written... | Miss Price, in our language a something between compliments and and love to suit the sort of friendly acquaintance we have had together? So many months' acquaintance! But compliments may be sufficient here. Was his letter a long one? Does he give you much account of what he is doing? Is it Christmas gaieties that he is... | last Lady Bertram left the room, and then almost immediately Miss Crawford thus began, with a voice as well regulated as she could "And how do _you_ like your cousin Edmund's staying away so long? Being the only young person at home, I consider _you_ as the greatest sufferer. You must miss him. Does his staying longer ... | her (and she had been so angry that they had hardly parted friends at the ball), she could not help thinking of him continually when absent, dwelling on his merit and affection, and longing again for the almost daily meetings they lately had. His absence was unnecessarily long. He should not have planned such an absenc... | was to remove to London, meant something that she could not bear. Had Henry returned, as he talked of doing, at the end of three or four days, she should now have been leaving Mansfield. It became absolutely necessary for her to get to Fanny and try to learn something more. She could not live any longer in such solitar... | Mansfield Park |
"Good heavens!" cried Elizabeth; "but how could _that_ be?--How could his will be disregarded?--Why did not you seek legal redress?" | Elizabeth | fell, it was given elsewhere."<|quote|>"Good heavens!" cried Elizabeth; "but how could _that_ be?--How could his will be disregarded?--Why did not you seek legal redress?"</|quote|>"There was just such an | it; but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere."<|quote|>"Good heavens!" cried Elizabeth; "but how could _that_ be?--How could his will be disregarded?--Why did not you seek legal redress?"</|quote|>"There was just such an informality in the terms of | bequeathed me the next presentation of the best living in his gift. He was my godfather, and excessively attached to me. I cannot do justice to his kindness. He meant to provide for me amply, and thought he had done it; but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere."<|quote|>"Good heavens!" cried Elizabeth; "but how... | have now made it eligible. The church _ought_ to have been my profession--I was brought up for the church, and I should at this time have been in possession of a most valuable living, had it pleased the gentleman we were speaking of just now." "Indeed!" "Yes--the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of th... | gentle but very intelligible gallantry. "It was the prospect of constant society, and good society," he added, "which was my chief inducement to enter the ----shire. I knew it to be a most respectable, agreeable corps, and my friend Denny tempted me farther by his account of their present quarters, and the very great a... | for _me_ to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If _he_ wishes to avoid seeing _me_, he must go. We are not on friendly terms, and it always gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason for avoiding _him_ but what I might proclaim to all the world; a sense of very great ill usage, and most painful regrets at his being what... | Elizabeth; and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added, "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand." "Yes," replied Wickham;--"his estate there is a noble one. A clear ten thousand per annum. You could not have met with a person more capable of giving you certain information on that head tha... | take him, even on _my_ slight acquaintance, to be an ill-tempered man." Wickham only shook his head. "I wonder," said he, at the next opportunity of speaking, "whether he is likely to be in this country much longer." "I do not at all know; but I _heard_ nothing of his going away when I was at Netherfield. I hope your p... | Pride And Prejudice |
Anne said sincerely. | No speaker | so glad you came up,"<|quote|>Anne said sincerely.</|quote|>"You've been crying," remarked Josie, | a Pye was welcome. "I'm so glad you came up,"<|quote|>Anne said sincerely.</|quote|>"You've been crying," remarked Josie, with aggravating pity. "I suppose | come, no doubt, had not Josie Pye appeared at that moment. In the joy of seeing a familiar face Anne forgot that there had never been much love lost between her and Josie. As a part of Avonlea life even a Pye was welcome. "I'm so glad you came up,"<|quote|>Anne said sincerely.</|quote|>"You've been crying," remarked Jo... | Oh, Matthew is nearly home by now--and Marilla is at the gate, looking down the lane for him--six--seven--eight--oh, there's no use in counting them! They're coming in a flood presently. I can't cheer up--I don't _want_ to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!" The flood of tears would have come, no doubt, had not Josi... | Anne knew that outside of her window was a hard street, with a network of telephone wires shutting out the sky, the tramp of alien feet, and a thousand lights gleaming on stranger faces. She knew that she was going to cry, and fought against it. "I _won't_ cry. It's silly--and weak--there's the third tear splashing dow... | Marilla that it was the very place for Anne. "The lady who keeps it is a reduced gentlewoman," explained Miss Barry. "Her husband was a British officer, and she is very careful what sort of boarders she takes. Anne will not meet with any objectionable persons under her roof. The table is good, and the house is near the... | successful; but it also meant much more and harder work. Jane, Ruby, Josie, Charlie, and Moody Spurgeon, not being troubled with the stirrings of ambition, were content to take up the Second Class work. Anne was conscious of a pang of loneliness when she found herself in a room with fifty other students, not one of who... | as she is; but I've lots of second-best affections to bestow. I like the look of that girl with the brown eyes and the crimson waist. She looks vivid and red-rosy; there's that pale, fair one gazing out of the window. She has lovely hair, and looks as if she knew a thing or two about dreams. I'd like to know them both-... | Anne Of Green Gables |
"You arrived at Styles before Dr. Wilkins, I believe?" | Mr. Wells | the poison was administered?" "No."<|quote|>"You arrived at Styles before Dr. Wilkins, I believe?"</|quote|>"That is so. The motor | lead you to determine how the poison was administered?" "No."<|quote|>"You arrived at Styles before Dr. Wilkins, I believe?"</|quote|>"That is so. The motor met me just outside the | could have swallowed the poison by accident?" asked the Coroner. "I should consider it very unlikely. Strychnine is not used for domestic purposes, as some poisons are, and there are restrictions placed on its sale." "Does anything in your examination lead you to determine how the poison was administered?" "No."<|quote... | and technicalities, it amounted to the fact that Mrs. Inglethorp had met her death as the result of strychnine poisoning. Judging from the quantity recovered, she must have taken not less than three-quarters of a grain of strychnine, but probably one grain or slightly over. "Is it possible that she could have swallowed... | not being required to give evidence. The preliminaries were gone through. The jury viewed the body, and John Cavendish gave evidence of identification. Further questioned, he described his awakening in the early hours of the morning, and the circumstances of his mother's death. The medical evidence was next taken. Ther... | than ever. "Why, do the gentlemen from the Hall come here often?" I asked, as carelessly as I could. He winked at me knowingly. "_One_ does, mister. Naming no names, mind. And a very liberal gentleman too! Oh, thank you, sir, I'm sure." I walked on sharply. Evelyn Howard had been right then, and I experienced a sharp t... | your theories, then?" "They would not be shaken because twelve stupid men had happened to make a mistake! But that will not occur. For one thing, a country jury is not anxious to take responsibility upon itself, and Mr. Inglethorp stands practically in the position of local squire. Also," he added placidly, "_I_ should... | leered more jocosely than ever. "Why, do the gentlemen from the Hall come here often?" I asked, as carelessly as I could. He winked at me knowingly. "_One_ does, mister. Naming no names, mind. And a very liberal gentleman too! Oh, thank you, sir, I'm sure." I walked on sharply. Evelyn Howard had been right then, and I ... | The Mysterious Affair At Styles |
"You only think? You aren t sure? I do love these little muddles tidied up?" | Margaret | right now?" "I think so."<|quote|>"You only think? You aren t sure? I do love these little muddles tidied up?"</|quote|>"Oh yes, I m sure," | house." "But it s all right now?" "I think so."<|quote|>"You only think? You aren t sure? I do love these little muddles tidied up?"</|quote|>"Oh yes, I m sure," said Mrs. Wilcox, moving with | a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very angry with us last June? I wrote you a letter and you didn t answer it." "I was certainly against taking Mrs. Matheson s flat. I knew it was opposite your house." "But it s all right now?" "I think so."<|quote|>"You only think? You aren t sure? I do love these little muddle... | cared for your sister." "Ah, I have always been wanting to ask you. How DID you know? Helen was so surprised when our aunt drove up, and you stepped forward and arranged things. Did Paul tell you?" "There is nothing to be gained by discussing that," said Mrs. Wilcox after a moment s pause. "Mrs. Wilcox, were you very a... | instinct, which may be wrong." "It wasn t that your son still--" "Oh no; he often--my Paul is very young, you see." "Then what was it?" She repeated: "An instinct which may be wrong." "In other words, they belong to types that can fall in love, but couldn t live together. That s dreadfully probable. I m afraid that in ... | strange atmosphere of dissolution. "I knew he was going to India in November, but I forgot." "He sailed on the 17th for Nigeria, in Africa." "I knew--I know. I have been too absurd all through. I am very much ashamed." Mrs. Wilcox did not answer. "I am more sorry than I can say, and I hope that you will forgive me." "I... | her thoughts with your son. But it would not be fair, either to her or to you, if they met, and it is therefore right that our acquaintance, which began so pleasantly, should end." "I fear that you will not agree with this; indeed, I know that you will not, since you have been good enough to call on us. It is only an i... | till she reached the second floor. She sent in her name, and to her surprise was shown straight into Mrs. Wilcox s bedroom. "Oh, Mrs. Wilcox, I have made the baddest blunder. I am more, more ashamed and sorry than I can say." Mrs. Wilcox bowed gravely. She was offended, and did not pretend to the contrary. She was sitt... | Howards End |
"My brother and I," said he, "were, as you may imagine, much excited as to the treasure which my father had spoken of. For weeks and for months we dug and delved in every part of the garden, without discovering its whereabouts. It was maddening to think that the hiding-place was on his very lips at the moment that he d... | A High Piping Voice | puffs of his overgrown pipe.<|quote|>"My brother and I," said he, "were, as you may imagine, much excited as to the treasure which my father had spoken of. For weeks and for months we dug and delved in every part of the garden, without discovering its whereabouts. It was maddening to think that the hiding-place was on ... | and then continued between the puffs of his overgrown pipe.<|quote|>"My brother and I," said he, "were, as you may imagine, much excited as to the treasure which my father had spoken of. For weeks and for months we dug and delved in every part of the garden, without discovering its whereabouts. It was maddening to thin... | commonplaceness of life. Here at least was a problem which would tax his sagacity to the utmost. Mr. Thaddeus Sholto looked from one to the other of us with an obvious pride at the effect which his story had produced, and then continued between the puffs of his overgrown pipe.<|quote|>"My brother and I," said he, "were... | for her from a Venetian carafe upon the side-table. Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his chair with an abstracted expression and the lids drawn low over his glittering eyes. As I glanced at him I could not but think how on that very day he had complained bitterly of the commonplaceness of life. Here at least was a proble... | though everything had been turned out. My brother and I naturally associated this peculiar incident with the fear which haunted my father during his life; but it is still a complete mystery to us." The little man stopped to relight his hookah and puffed thoughtfully for a few moments. We had all sat absorbed, listening... | We could see the whitening of the nose where it was pressed against the glass. It was a bearded, hairy face, with wild cruel eyes and an expression of concentrated malevolence. My brother and I rushed towards the window, but the man was gone. When we returned to my father his head had dropped and his pulse had ceased t... | For a long time I sat half distracted, wondering what I should do. My first impulse was, of course, to call for assistance; but I could not but recognise that there was every chance that I would be accused of his murder. His death at the moment of a quarrel, and the gash in his head, would be black against me. Again, a... | the mysterious disappearance of Captain Morstan. You will see from what I say that I can hardly be blamed in the matter. My fault lies in the fact that we concealed not only the body, but also the treasure, and that I have clung to Morstan s share as well as to my own. I wish you, therefore, to make restitution. Put yo... | The Sign Of The Four |
"It looks like a thorn," | Dr. Watson | skin just above the ear.<|quote|>"It looks like a thorn,"</|quote|>said I. "It is a | dark thorn stuck in the skin just above the ear.<|quote|>"It looks like a thorn,"</|quote|>said I. "It is a thorn. You may pick it | "The sign of the four." "In God s name, what does it all mean?" I asked. "It means murder," said he, stooping over the dead man. "Ah, I expected it. Look here!" He pointed to what looked like a long, dark thorn stuck in the skin just above the ear.<|quote|>"It looks like a thorn,"</|quote|>said I. "It is a thorn. You m... | coarse twine. Beside it was a torn sheet of note-paper with some words scrawled upon it. Holmes glanced at it, and then handed it to me. "You see," he said, with a significant raising of the eyebrows. In the light of the lantern I read, with a thrill of horror, "The sign of the four." "In God s name, what does it all m... | of rope was thrown carelessly together. By the table, in a wooden arm-chair, the master of the house was seated all in a heap, with his head sunk upon his left shoulder, and that ghastly, inscrutable smile upon his face. He was stiff and cold, and had clearly been dead many hours. It seemed to me that not only his feat... | brother and he were twins. "This is terrible!" I said to Holmes. "What is to be done?" "The door must come down," he answered, and, springing against it, he put all his weight upon the lock. It creaked and groaned, but did not yield. Together we flung ourselves upon it once more, and this time it gave way with a sudden... | chattering in his head. So shaken was he that I had to pass my hand under his arm as we went up the stairs, for his knees were trembling under him. Twice as we ascended Holmes whipped his lens out of his pocket and carefully examined marks which appeared to me to be mere shapeless smudges of dust upon the cocoa-nut mat... | is terrible!" I said to Holmes. "What is to be done?" "The door must come down," he answered, and, springing against it, he put all his weight upon the lock. It creaked and groaned, but did not yield. Together we flung ourselves upon it once more, and this time it gave way with a sudden snap, and we found ourselves wit... | The Sign Of The Four |
"You ve not taken your quinine," | Mary Datchet | went on sewing in silence.<|quote|>"You ve not taken your quinine,"</|quote|>she said, looking up and | think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence.<|quote|>"You ve not taken your quinine,"</|quote|>she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the | Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence.<|quote|>"You ve not taken your quinine,"</|quo... | though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our exe... | She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everyt... | him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. S... | her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this i... | was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left o... | Night And Day |
added Miss Morstan, with a bright glance at me. | No speaker | two knight-errants to the rescue,"<|quote|>added Miss Morstan, with a bright glance at me.</|quote|>"Why, Mary, your fortune depends | dragon or wicked earl." "And two knight-errants to the rescue,"<|quote|>added Miss Morstan, with a bright glance at me.</|quote|>"Why, Mary, your fortune depends upon the issue of this | my omissions, however, there was enough to startle and amaze them. "It is a romance!" cried Mrs. Forrester. "An injured lady, half a million in treasure, a black cannibal, and a wooden-legged ruffian. They take the place of the conventional dragon or wicked earl." "And two knight-errants to the rescue,"<|quote|>added M... | to hear the news. Mrs. Forrester, too, was full of curiosity. I told them all that we had done, suppressing, however, the more dreadful parts of the tragedy. Thus, although I spoke of Mr. Sholto s death, I said nothing of the exact manner and method of it. With all my omissions, however, there was enough to startle and... | the best of them." I did not pause to argue over this atrocious sentiment. "I shall be back in an hour or two," I remarked. "All right! Good luck! But, I say, if you are crossing the river you may as well return Toby, for I don t think it is at all likely that we shall have any use for him now." I took our mongrel acco... | as I stirred, and I noticed that his face was dark and troubled. "You have slept soundly," he said. "I feared that our talk would wake you." "I heard nothing," I answered. "Have you had fresh news, then?" "Unfortunately, no. I confess that I am surprised and disappointed. I expected something definite by this time. Wig... | some anthropologists prefer the Bushmen of Africa, the Digger Indians of America, and the Terra del Fuegians. The average height is rather below four feet, although many full-grown adults may be found who are very much smaller than this. They are a fierce, morose, and intractable people, though capable of forming most ... | I had left him, save that he had laid aside his violin and was deep in a book. He looked across at me, as I stirred, and I noticed that his face was dark and troubled. "You have slept soundly," he said. "I feared that our talk would wake you." "I heard nothing," I answered. "Have you had fresh news, then?" "Unfortunate... | The Sign Of The Four |
"So with him," she continued. "There are heaps of things in him--more especially things that he does that will always be hidden from me. He has all those public qualities which you so despise and which enable all this--" She waved her hand at the landscape, which confirmed anything. "If Wilcoxes hadn t worked and died ... | Margaret | would have her think conjugally.<|quote|>"So with him," she continued. "There are heaps of things in him--more especially things that he does that will always be hidden from me. He has all those public qualities which you so despise and which enable all this--" She waved her hand at the landscape, which confirmed anyth... | life, a social pressure that would have her think conjugally.<|quote|>"So with him," she continued. "There are heaps of things in him--more especially things that he does that will always be hidden from me. He has all those public qualities which you so despise and which enable all this--" She waved her hand at the lan... | her fortunes rather than her character, and she was not far wrong in boasting that she understood her future husband. Yet he did alter her character--a little. There was an unforeseen surprise, a cessation of the winds and odours of life, a social pressure that would have her think conjugally.<|quote|>"So with him," sh... | he doesn t, and shall never, understand." Thus she spoke before the wedding ceremony and the physical union, before the astonishing glass shade had fallen that interposes between married couples and the world. She was to keep her independence more than do most women as yet. Marriage was to alter her fortunes rather tha... | He s afraid of emotion. He cares too much about success, too little about the past. His sympathy lacks poetry, and so isn t sympathy really. I d even say" "--she looked at the shining lagoons--" "that, spiritually, he s not as honest as I am. Doesn t that satisfy you?" "No, it doesn t," said Helen. "It makes me feel wo... | "And have settled to marry him?" "I had, but am wanting a long talk about it now. What is it against him, Helen? You must try and say." Helen, in her turn, looked outwards. "It is ever since Paul," she said finally. "But what has Mr. Wilcox to do with Paul?" "But he was there, they were all there that morning when I ca... | seized her, and the immense landscape was blurred. But Helen turned back. "I don t know what s happened to either of us," said Margaret, wiping her eyes. "We must both have gone mad." Then Helen wiped hers, and they even laughed a little. "Look here, sit down." "All right; I ll sit down if you ll sit down." "There." (O... | was frightened--the man who loved me frightened and all his paraphernalia fallen, so that I knew it was impossible, because personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger." She poured the sentence forth in one breath, but her sister understood it, because it... | Howards End |
she repeated. With assumed tranquillity he then replied, | No speaker | that you have done it?"<|quote|>she repeated. With assumed tranquillity he then replied,</|quote|>"I have no wish of | affected incredulity. "Can you deny that you have done it?"<|quote|>she repeated. With assumed tranquillity he then replied,</|quote|>"I have no wish of denying that I did every | in misery of the acutest kind." She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse. He even looked at her with a smile of affected incredulity. "Can you deny that you have done it?"<|quote|>she repeated. With assumed tranquillity he... | acted _there_. You dare not, you cannot deny that you have been the principal, if not the only means of dividing them from each other, of exposing one to the censure of the world for caprice and instability, the other to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind." She pa... | provocations. You know I have. Had not my own feelings decided against you, had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the man, who has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?" As she pronounced t... | short duration. The feelings which, you tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation." Mr. Darcy, who was leaning against the mantle-piece with his eyes fixed on her face, seemed to catch her words with no less resentment than surpris... | a word. After a silence of several minutes he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began, "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, dou... | She tried, however, to compose herself to answer him with patience, when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had found impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of h... | Pride And Prejudice |
Archer had seated himself near the window and was gazing out blankly at the deserted thoroughfare. It was evident that he had been summoned rather for the moral support of the stricken ladies than because of any specific aid that he could render. Mr. Lovell Mingott had been telegraphed for, and messages were being desp... | No speaker | has been got away somewhere."<|quote|>Archer had seated himself near the window and was gazing out blankly at the deserted thoroughfare. It was evident that he had been summoned rather for the moral support of the stricken ladies than because of any specific aid that he could render. Mr. Lovell Mingott had been telegra... | Mamma is better, and Regina has been got away somewhere."<|quote|>Archer had seated himself near the window and was gazing out blankly at the deserted thoroughfare. It was evident that he had been summoned rather for the moral support of the stricken ladies than because of any specific aid that he could render. Mr. Lov... | these horrors?" the poor lady wailed. "After all, Mamma, he won't have SEEN them," her daughter suggested; and Mrs. Welland sighed: "Ah, no; thank heaven he's safe in bed. And Dr. Bencomb has promised to keep him there till poor Mamma is better, and Regina has been got away somewhere."<|quote|>Archer had seated himself... | imparted, blanched and demolished by the unwonted obligation of having at last to fix her eyes on the unpleasant and the discreditable. "If only I could keep it from your father-in-law: he always says: 'Augusta, for pity's sake, don't destroy my last illusions'--and how am I to prevent his knowing these horrors?" the p... | to induce the whole family to cover and condone their monstrous dishonour. "I said to her: 'Honour's always been honour, and honesty honesty, in Manson Mingott's house, and will be till I'm carried out of it feet first,'" the old woman had stammered into her daughter's ear, in the thick voice of the partly paralysed. "... | old lady, white and vast and terrible, sat alone in her great chair, and signed to the butler to help her into her room. She seemed, at that time, though obviously distressed, in complete control of her body and brain. The mulatto maid put her to bed, brought her a cup of tea as usual, laid everything straight in the r... | town as early as you can? Granny had a slight stroke last night. In some mysterious way she found out before any one else this awful news about the bank. Uncle Lovell is away shooting, and the idea of the disgrace has made poor Papa so nervous that he has a temperature and can't leave his room. Mamma needs you dreadful... | be received. The butler, hearing a familiar voice, had thrown open the sitting-room door, announcing: "Mrs. Julius Beaufort" "--and had then closed it again on the two ladies. They must have been together, he thought, about an hour. When Mrs. Mingott's bell rang Mrs. Beaufort had already slipped away unseen, and the ol... | The Age Of Innocence |
"_two_ parlours, two very good parlours, indeed; one of them quite as large as Mrs. Goddard's drawing-room; and of her having an upper maid who had lived five-and-twenty years with her; and of their having eight cows, two of them Alderneys, and one a little Welch cow, a very pretty little Welch cow indeed; and of Mrs. ... | Harriet Smith | exultation of Mrs. Martin's having<|quote|>"_two_ parlours, two very good parlours, indeed; one of them quite as large as Mrs. Goddard's drawing-room; and of her having an upper maid who had lived five-and-twenty years with her; and of their having eight cows, two of them Alderneys, and one a little Welch cow, a very p... | could speak with so much exultation of Mrs. Martin's having<|quote|>"_two_ parlours, two very good parlours, indeed; one of them quite as large as Mrs. Goddard's drawing-room; and of her having an upper maid who had lived five-and-twenty years with her; and of their having eight cows, two of them Alderneys, and one a l... | and now loved to talk of the pleasures of her visit, and describe the many comforts and wonders of the place. Emma encouraged her talkativeness--amused by such a picture of another set of beings, and enjoying the youthful simplicity which could speak with so much exultation of Mrs. Martin's having<|quote|>"_two_ parlou... | and the affairs of the school in general, formed naturally a great part of the conversation--and but for her acquaintance with the Martins of Abbey-Mill Farm, it must have been the whole. But the Martins occupied her thoughts a good deal; she had spent two very happy months with them, and now loved to talk of the pleas... | be done; for Harriet every thing. Her first attempts at usefulness were in an endeavour to find out who were the parents, but Harriet could not tell. She was ready to tell every thing in her power, but on this subject questions were vain. Emma was obliged to fancy what she liked--but she could never believe that in the... | she could summon at any time to a walk, would be a valuable addition to her privileges. But in every respect, as she saw more of her, she approved her, and was confirmed in all her kind designs. Harriet certainly was not clever, but she had a sweet, docile, grateful disposition, was totally free from conceit, and only ... | his hospitality would have welcomed his visitors to every thing, his care for their health made him grieve that they would eat. Such another small basin of thin gruel as his own was all that he could, with thorough self-approbation, recommend; though he might constrain himself, while the ladies were comfortably clearin... | Harriet Smith, therefore, one whom she could summon at any time to a walk, would be a valuable addition to her privileges. But in every respect, as she saw more of her, she approved her, and was confirmed in all her kind designs. Harriet certainly was not clever, but she had a sweet, docile, grateful disposition, was t... | Emma |
"I wonder which floor--?" | Dallas | sun had just left it.<|quote|>"I wonder which floor--?"</|quote|>Dallas conjectured; and moving toward | still lowered, as though the sun had just left it.<|quote|>"I wonder which floor--?"</|quote|>Dallas conjectured; and moving toward the porte-cochere he put his | It was a modern building, without distinctive character, but many-windowed, and pleasantly balconied up its wide cream-coloured front. On one of the upper balconies, which hung well above the rounded tops of the horse-chestnuts in the square, the awnings were still lowered, as though the sun had just left it.<|quote|>"... | and passers were rare in the little square into which they had turned. Dallas stopped again, and looked up. "It must be here," he said, slipping his arm through his father's with a movement from which Archer's shyness did not shrink; and they stood together looking up at the house. It was a modern building, without dis... | it must have been like a relic in a small dim chapel, where there was not time to pray every day.... They had crossed the Place des Invalides, and were walking down one of the thoroughfares flanking the building. It was a quiet quarter, after all, in spite of its splendour and its history; and the fact gave one an idea... | been spent in this rich atmosphere that he already felt to be too dense and yet too stimulating for his lungs. He thought of the theatres she must have been to, the pictures she must have looked at, the sober and splendid old houses she must have frequented, the people she must have talked with, the incessant stir of i... | from gallery to gallery through the dazzle of afternoon light, and one by one the pictures burst on him in their half-forgotten splendour, filling his soul with the long echoes of beauty. After all, his life had been too starved.... Suddenly, before an effulgent Titian, he found himself saying: "But I'm only fifty-seve... | grey front of the building: drawing up into itself all the rays of afternoon light, it hung there like the visible symbol of the race's glory. Archer knew that Madame Olenska lived in a square near one of the avenues radiating from the Invalides; and he had pictured the quarter as quiet and almost obscure, forgetting t... | The Age Of Innocence |
"Difference! No indeed I am not." | Emma | in your way of life."<|quote|>"Difference! No indeed I am not."</|quote|>"There can be no doubt | has made a great difference in your way of life."<|quote|>"Difference! No indeed I am not."</|quote|>"There can be no doubt of your being much more | that they may be too noisy for your father--or even may be some encumbrance to you, if your visiting engagements continue to increase as much as they have done lately." "Increase!" "Certainly; you must be sensible that the last half-year has made a great difference in your way of life."<|quote|>"Difference! No indeed I... | do all in my power to make them happy, which will be enough for Isabella; and happiness must preclude false indulgence and physic." "And if you find them troublesome, you must send them home again." "That is very likely. You think so, do not you?" "I hope I am aware that they may be too noisy for your father--or even m... | talkative than his brother. He was to leave them early the next day; and he soon began with-- "Well, Emma, I do not believe I have any thing more to say about the boys; but you have your sister's letter, and every thing is down at full length there we may be sure. My charge would be much more concise than her's, and pr... | Weston. One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound: but nothing more is positively known of the Tupmans, though a good many things I assure you are suspected; and yet by their manners they evidently think themselves equal even to my brother, Mr. Suckling, who happens t... | his favour. I have heard so much in praise of Mr. Frank Churchill.--At the same time it is fair to observe, that I am one of those who always judge for themselves, and are by no means implicitly guided by others. I give you notice that as I find your son, so I shall judge of him.--I am no flatterer." Mr. Weston was mus... | it before him--I believe, at least--I am almost sure that old Mr. Suckling had completed the purchase before his death." They were interrupted. Tea was carrying round, and Mr. Weston, having said all that he wanted, soon took the opportunity of walking away. After tea, Mr. and Mrs. Weston, and Mr. Elton sat down with M... | Emma |
"What did you say in the notes?" | Henry | think what it all means."<|quote|>"What did you say in the notes?"</|quote|>"I told you last night." | I don t like to think what it all means."<|quote|>"What did you say in the notes?"</|quote|>"I told you last night." "Oh--ah--yes! Dear, would you like | and his wife, I mean, for the more we see of your sister the better." "But they have gone separately--Helen very early, the Basts just before I arrived. They have left no message. They have answered neither of my notes. I don t like to think what it all means."<|quote|>"What did you say in the notes?"</|quote|>"I told ... | Argentine Hard Dollars, and all the things and people for whom he had never had much use and had less now. Their memory hampered him. He could scarcely attend to Margaret, who brought back disquieting news from the George. Helen and her clients had gone. "Well, let them go--the man and his wife, I mean, for the more we... | the butler. He, as a handsome young man, was faintly attractive to her as a woman--an attraction so faint as scarcely to be perceptible, yet the skies would have fallen if she had mentioned it to Henry. On her return from the George the building operations were complete, and the old Henry fronted her, competent, cynica... | him rightly. A man who has been through hell does not boast of his virility. He is humble and hides it, if, indeed, it still exists. Only in legend does the sinner come forth penitent, but terrible, to conquer pure woman by his resistless power. Henry was anxious to be terrible, but had not got it in him. He was a good... | you say it makes no difference." "Not to me." He laughed bitterly. Margaret went to the sideboard and helped herself to one of the breakfast dishes. Being the last down, she turned out the spirit-lamp that kept them warm. She was tender, but grave. She knew that Henry was not so much confessing his soul as pointing out... | Now and then he asked her whether she could possibly forgive him, and she answered, "I have already forgiven you, Henry." She chose her words carefully, and so saved him from panic. She played the girl, until he could rebuild his fortress and hide his soul from the world. When the butler came to clear away, Henry was i... | Howards End |
Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon. | No speaker | of that connected with his."<|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon.</|quote|>"No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, | unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his."<|quote|>Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon.</|quote|>"No, Bitzer," continued Mrs. Sparsit, "say an individual, and I | consider, I will not consider, I cannot consider," said Mrs. Sparsit, with a most extensive stock on hand of honour and morality, "that I _should_ be scrupulously true, if I allowed names to be mentioned under this roof, that are unfortunately most unfortunately no doubt of that connected with his."<|quote|>Bitzer knuc... | annual compliment, I cannot but regard him in that light. From Mr. Bounderby I have received every acknowledgment of my social station, and every recognition of my family descent, that I could possibly expect. More, far more. Therefore, to my patron I will be scrupulously true. And I do not consider, I will not conside... | very much, ma'am, I don't like his ways at all." "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit, in a very impressive manner, "do you recollect my having said anything to you respecting names?" "I beg your pardon, ma'am. It's quite true that you did object to names being used, and they're always best avoided." "Please to remember that I ... | was not without cause that Mrs. Sparsit habitually observed of him, that he was a young man of the steadiest principle she had ever known. Having satisfied himself, on his father's death, that his mother had a right of settlement in Coketown, this excellent young economist had asserted that right for her with such a st... | now?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Merely going on in the old way, ma'am. Uniting, and leaguing, and engaging to stand by one another." "It is much to be regretted," said Mrs. Sparsit, making her nose more Roman and her eyebrows more Coriolanian in the strength of her severity, "that the united masters allow of any such class-... | my lady, instead of ma'am, as an involuntary acknowledgment of Mrs. Sparsit's personal dignity and claims to reverence. "The clerks," said Mrs. Sparsit, carefully brushing an imperceptible crumb of bread and butter from her left-hand mitten, "are trustworthy, punctual, and industrious, of course?" "Yes, ma'am, pretty f... | Hard Times |
"My dearest Henry," cried Mary, stopping short, and smiling in his face, "how glad I am to see you so much in love! It quite delights me. But what will Mrs. Rushworth and Julia say?" | Mary Crawford | over my heart ever ceasing."<|quote|>"My dearest Henry," cried Mary, stopping short, and smiling in his face, "how glad I am to see you so much in love! It quite delights me. But what will Mrs. Rushworth and Julia say?"</|quote|>"I care neither what they | the possibility of her power over my heart ever ceasing."<|quote|>"My dearest Henry," cried Mary, stopping short, and smiling in his face, "how glad I am to see you so much in love! It quite delights me. But what will Mrs. Rushworth and Julia say?"</|quote|>"I care neither what they say nor what they feel. | then shook back, and in the midst of all this, still speaking at intervals to _me_, or listening, and as if she liked to listen, to what I said. Had you seen her so, Mary, you would not have implied the possibility of her power over my heart ever ceasing."<|quote|>"My dearest Henry," cried Mary, stopping short, and smi... | all this with such unpretending gentleness, so much as if it were a matter of course that she was not to have a moment at her own command, her hair arranged as neatly as it always is, and one little curl falling forward as she wrote, which she now and then shook back, and in the midst of all this, still speaking at int... | you the liberality and good-breeding of a gentleman." The impossibility of not doing everything in the world to make Fanny Price happy, or of ceasing to love Fanny Price, was of course the groundwork of his eloquent answer. "Had you seen her this morning, Mary," he continued, "attending with such ineffable sweetness an... | you; but, in my estimation, your marrying early may be the saving of you. To have seen you grow like the Admiral in word or deed, look or gesture, would have broken my heart." "Well, well, we do not think quite alike here. The Admiral has his faults, but he is a very good man, and has been more than a father to me. Few... | more am I convinced that you are doing quite right; and though I should never have selected Fanny Price as the girl most likely to attach you, I am now persuaded she is the very one to make you happy. Your wicked project upon her peace turns out a clever thought indeed. You will both find your good in it." "It was bad,... | be so truly your sister!" Mary had only to be grateful and give general assurances; but she was now very fully purposed to be the guest of neither brother nor sister many months longer. "You will divide your year between London and Northamptonshire?" "Yes." "That's right; and in London, of course, a house of your own: ... | Mansfield Park |
"Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." | Louisa Bounderby | back, and would be ready."<|quote|>"Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it."</|quote|>Sissy had already been at | have to explain on coming back, and would be ready."<|quote|>"Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it."</|quote|>Sissy had already been at her side asking her where | wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready."<|quote|>"Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess w... | manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "... | look a little further into this." Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky "Good night, father!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet... | "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited ... | I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you neve... | "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! T... | Hard Times |
"Lord, how tired I am!" | Lydia | than the occasional exclamation of<|quote|>"Lord, how tired I am!"</|quote|>accompanied by a violent yawn. | much fatigued to utter more than the occasional exclamation of<|quote|>"Lord, how tired I am!"</|quote|>accompanied by a violent yawn. When at length they arose | enjoying the scene. Mr. Bingley and Jane were standing together, a little detached from the rest, and talked only to each other. Elizabeth preserved as steady a silence as either Mrs. Hurst or Miss Bingley; and even Lydia was too much fatigued to utter more than the occasional exclamation of<|quote|>"Lord, how tired I ... | which was very little relieved by the long speeches of Mr. Collins, who was complimenting Mr. Bingley and his sisters on the elegance of their entertainment, and the hospitality and politeness which had marked their behaviour to their guests. Darcy said nothing at all. Mr. Bennet, in equal silence, was enjoying the sce... | rejoiced in it. The Longbourn party were the last of all the company to depart; and by a manoeuvre of Mrs. Bennet had to wait for their carriages a quarter of an hour after every body else was gone, which gave them time to see how heartily they were wished away by some of the family. Mrs. Hurst and her sister scarcely ... | the gentleman, or the insolent smiles of the ladies, were more intolerable. The rest of the evening brought her little amusement. She was teazed by Mr. Collins, who continued most perseveringly by her side, and though he could not prevail with her to dance with him again, put it out of her power to dance with others. I... | afraid her anxiety had done no good.--Others of the party were now applied to. "If I," said Mr. Collins, "were so fortunate as to be able to sing, I should have great pleasure, I am sure, in obliging the company with an air; for I consider music as a very innocent diversion, and perfectly compatible with the profession... | short distance of her, quite disengaged, he never came near enough to speak. She felt it to be the probable consequence of her allusions to Mr. Wickham, and rejoiced in it. The Longbourn party were the last of all the company to depart; and by a manoeuvre of Mrs. Bennet had to wait for their carriages a quarter of an h... | Pride And Prejudice |
He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice. | No speaker | now. Tell her to begin."<|quote|>He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice.</|quote|>"Stand up and repeat ''_Tis | her try and repeat something now. Tell her to begin."<|quote|>He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice.</|quote|>"Stand up and repeat ''_Tis the voice of the sluggard_,'" | and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and said "That's very curious." "It's all about as curious as it can be," said the Gryphon. "It all came different!" the Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully. "I should like to hear her try and repeat something now. Tell her to begin."<|quote|>He looked at the Gryphon as if he ... | her, one on each side, and opened their eyes and mouths so _very_ wide, but she gained courage as she went on. Her listeners were perfectly quiet till she got to the part about her repeating "_You are old, Father William_," to the Caterpillar, and the words all coming different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a long bre... | tone. And the Gryphon added "Come, let's hear some of _your_ adventures." "I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning," said Alice a little timidly: "but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then." "Explain all that," said the Mock Turtle. "No, no! The adventures first,... | wondering tone. "Why, what are _your_ shoes done with?" said the Gryphon. "I mean, what makes them so shiny?" Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she gave her answer. "They're done with blacking, I believe." "Boots and shoes under the sea," the Gryphon went on in a deep voice, "are done with a whi... | up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" "But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance-- Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the ... | than that, if you like," said the Gryphon. "Do you know why it's called a whiting?" "I never thought about it," said Alice. "Why?" "_It does the boots and shoes_," the Gryphon replied very solemnly. Alice was thoroughly puzzled. "Does the boots and shoes!" she repeated in a wondering tone. "Why, what are _your_ shoes d... | Alices Adventures In Wonderland |
"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Gradgrind, rendered almost energetic. "Nonsense! Don't stand there and tell me such stuff, Louisa, to my face, when you know very well that if it was ever to reach your father's ears I should never hear the last of it. After all the trouble that has been taken with you! After the lectures you have... | Mrs. Gradgrind | hope to do in it."<|quote|>"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Gradgrind, rendered almost energetic. "Nonsense! Don't stand there and tell me such stuff, Louisa, to my face, when you know very well that if it was ever to reach your father's ears I should never hear the last of it. After all the trouble that has been taken with you! ... | and how little I could hope to do in it."<|quote|>"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Gradgrind, rendered almost energetic. "Nonsense! Don't stand there and tell me such stuff, Louisa, to my face, when you know very well that if it was ever to reach your father's ears I should never hear the last of it. After all the trouble that ha... | that you could have done it." "I was encouraged by nothing, mother, but by looking at the red sparks dropping out of the fire, and whitening and dying. It made me think, after all, how short my life would be, and how little I could hope to do in it."<|quote|>"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Gradgrind, rendered almost energetic. "... | knows his father has expressly said that she is not to do it." Louisa denied Tom's participation in the offence; but her mother stopped her with the conclusive answer, "Louisa, don't tell me, in my state of health; for unless you had been encouraged, it is morally and physically impossible that you could have done it."... | grown up." "Wondering again!" said Tom. "I have such unmanageable thoughts," returned his sister, "that they _will_ wonder." "Then I beg of you, Louisa," said Mrs. Gradgrind, who had opened the door without being heard, "to do nothing of that description, for goodness' sake, you inconsiderate girl, or I shall never hea... | of it," returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up; "it will be getting away from home." "There is one thing to be said of it," Louisa repeated in her former curious tone; "it will be getting away from home. Yes." "Not but what I shall be very unwilling, both to leave you, Loo, and to leave you here. But... | out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in... | time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, ... | Hard Times |
"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." | Helen | "and there we were." "Lan?"<|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline."</|quote|>"But what an extraordinary--" "I | "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?"<|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline."</|quote|>"But what an extraordinary--" "I said, My good Mrs. Lanoline, | on me, with my mouth open. Then we began--very civilly." I want my husband, what I have reason to believe is here. "No--how unjust one is. She said whom, not what. She got it perfectly. So I said," Name, please? "and she said," Lan, Miss, "and there we were." "Lan?"<|quote|>"Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowel... | up the chimney, shake out the antimacassars. Husband? husband? "Oh, and she so magnificently dressed and tinkling like a chandelier." "Now, Helen, what did really happen?" "What I say. I was, as it were, orating my speech. Annie opens the door like a fool, and shows a female straight in on me, with my mouth open. Then ... | excitement. "Oh, my dears, what do you think? You ll never guess. A woman s been here asking me for her husband. Her WHAT?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so." "Not anything to do with Bracknell?" cried Margaret, who had lately taken on an unemployed of that name... | it is, worse luck. I want activity without civilisation. How paradoxical! Yet I expect that is what we shall find in heaven." "And I," said Tibby, "want civilisation without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn t go as far as the other place, Tibbikins, if you want that. You ... | authority over you, and I don t want to have any. Just to put before you what I think the Truth. You see" "--she shook off the pince-nez to which she had recently taken--" "in a few years we shall be the same age practically, and I shall want you to help me. Men are so much nicer than women." "Labouring under such a de... | flat in town, provided we all stick together and contribute. Though of course--Oh, how one does maunder on and to think, to think of the people who are really poor. How do they live? Not to move about the world would kill me." As she spoke, the door was flung open, and Helen burst in in a state of extreme excitement. "... | Howards End |
"Well, Daisy s all dressed," | Mrs. Miller | society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.<|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Miller with that | to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.<|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Miller with that accent of the dispassionate, if | been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. I ain t used to going round alone." "And does not your daughter intend to favor us with her society?" demanded Mrs. Walker impressively.<|quote|>"Well, Daisy s all dressed,"</|qu... | s hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near. "You see, I ve come all alone," said poor Mrs. Miller. "I m so frightened; I don t know what to do. It s the first time I ve ever been to a party alone, especially in this country. I wanted ... | s party took place on the evening of the third day, and, in spite of the frigidity of his last interview with the hostess, Winterbourne was among the guests. Mrs. Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occa... | and her cavalier. They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall. The western sun i... | the evening with the same partners; receiving visits at eleven o clock at night. Her mother goes away when visitors come." "But her brother," said Winterbourne, laughing, "sits up till midnight." "He must be edified by what he sees. I m told that at their hotel everyone is talking about her, and that a smile goes round... | came a little nearer, and he held the parasol over her; then, still holding it, he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked--not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, M... | Daisy Miller |
"My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," | Dr. Aziz | thrown nets over his dreams.<|quote|>"My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke,"</|quote|>he said to Hamidullah next | him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams.<|quote|>"My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke,"</|quote|>he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a | his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams.<|quote|>"My great mistake has been ta... | future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She mu... | longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour... | the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts cou... | she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there wen... | but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had no concern with either. He loved poetry science was merel... | A Passage To India |
"But how can that be?" said Catherine. "Are not you with her?" | Catherine Morland | without any companion at all.<|quote|>"But how can that be?" said Catherine. "Are not you with her?"</|quote|>"Northanger is not more than | of her father, was sometimes without any companion at all.<|quote|>"But how can that be?" said Catherine. "Are not you with her?"</|quote|>"Northanger is not more than half my home; I have | s account, for her kindness in thus becoming her visitor; of hearing it ranked as real friendship, and described as creating real gratitude. His sister, he said, was uncomfortably circumstanced she had no female companion and, in the frequent absence of her father, was sometimes without any companion at all.<|quote|>"B... | of his greatcoat looked so becomingly important! To be driven by him, next to being dancing with him, was certainly the greatest happiness in the world. In addition to every other delight, she had now that of listening to her own praise; of being thanked at least, on his sister s account, for her kindness in thus becom... | would have been enough for the curricle, and so nimbly were the light horses disposed to move, that, had not the general chosen to have his own carriage lead the way, they could have passed it with ease in half a minute. But the merit of the curricle did not all belong to the horses; Henry drove so well so quietly with... | made Catherine grow every moment more in awe of him, and appeared to lengthen the two hours into four. At last, however, the order of release was given; and much was Catherine then surprised by the general s proposal of her taking his place in his son s curricle for the rest of the journey: "the day was fine, and he wa... | his father remained in the room; and even afterwards, so much were his spirits affected, she could distinguish nothing but these words, in a whisper to Eleanor, "How glad I shall be when you are all off." The bustle of going was not pleasant. The clock struck ten while the trunks were carrying down, and the general had... | but it was a heavy and troublesome business, and she could not easily forget its having stopped two hours at Petty France. Half the time would have been enough for the curricle, and so nimbly were the light horses disposed to move, that, had not the general chosen to have his own carriage lead the way, they could have ... | Northanger Abbey |
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