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"what passed?" | Josiah Bounderby | "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"what passed?"</|quote|>"Oh, my poor health!" returned | doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"what passed?"</|quote|>"Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted | you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"what passe... | at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a ... | have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" ... | Louisa's minds which is or rather, which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond... | mind to say I wish I hadn't. _Then_ what would you have done, I should like to know?" Mr. Gradgrind did not seem favourably impressed by these cogent remarks. He frowned impatiently. "As if, with my head in its present throbbing state, you couldn't go and look at the shells and minerals and things provided for you, ins... | Bounderby, it would appear from this unexpected circumstance of to-day, though in itself a trifling one, as if something had crept into Thomas's and Louisa's minds which is or rather, which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which th... | Hard Times |
"Oh, my poor health!" | Mrs. Gradgrind | Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?"<|quote|>"Oh, my poor health!"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl | Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?"<|quote|>"Oh, my poor health!"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the | right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?"<|quote|>"Oh,... | friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" c... | anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby... | which is or rather, which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody... | say I wish I hadn't. _Then_ what would you have done, I should like to know?" Mr. Gradgrind did not seem favourably impressed by these cogent remarks. He frowned impatiently. "As if, with my head in its present throbbing state, you couldn't go and look at the shells and minerals and things provided for you, instead of ... | she was most satisfactory as a question of figures; and, secondly, she had "no nonsense" about her. By nonsense he meant fancy; and truly it is probable she was as free from any alloy of that nature, as any human being not arrived at the perfection of an absolute idiot, ever was. The simple circumstance of being left a... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Gradgrind. | No speaker | passed?" "Oh, my poor health!"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"The girl wanted to come | Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. | right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!"<|quote|>returned... | bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once ... | Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been... | which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any int... | hadn't. _Then_ what would you have done, I should like to know?" Mr. Gradgrind did not seem favourably impressed by these cogent remarks. He frowned impatiently. "As if, with my head in its present throbbing state, you couldn't go and look at the shells and minerals and things provided for you, instead of circuses!" sa... | with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle ima... | Hard Times |
"The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" | Mrs. Gradgrind | poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!"</|qu... | Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict ... | a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"T... | again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her ... | been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been standing, as be... | I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_... | would you have done, I should like to know?" Mr. Gradgrind did not seem favourably impressed by these cogent remarks. He frowned impatiently. "As if, with my head in its present throbbing state, you couldn't go and look at the shells and minerals and things provided for you, instead of circuses!" said Mrs. Gradgrind. "... | she once more died away, and nobody minded her. "Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, drawing a chair to the fireside, "you are always so interested in my young people particularly in Louisa that I make no apology for saying to you, I am very much vexed by this discovery. I have systematically devoted myself (as you know) t... | Hard Times |
"Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" | Josiah Bounderby | when such was the fact!"<|quote|>"Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this | it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!"<|quote|>"Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, | girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!"<|quote|>"Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!"</|quote|>said ... | bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wa... | standing, as before, on the hearth, bursting at the very furniture of the room with explosive humility. "You have one of those strollers' children in the school." "Cecilia Jupe, by name," said Mr. Gradgrind, with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come the... | looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has... | said Mrs. Gradgrind. "You know, as well as I do, no young people have circus masters, or keep circuses in cabinets, or attend lectures about circuses. What can you possibly want to know of circuses then? I am sure you have enough to do, if that's what you want. With my head in its present state, I couldn't remember the... | than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" sai... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | I tell you what, Gradgrind!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Turn this girl to the | such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an | school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Turn this g... | saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgr... | bursting at the very furniture of the room with explosive humility. "You have one of those strollers' children in the school." "Cecilia Jupe, by name," said Mr. Gradgrind, with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the gi... | I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In ... | well as I do, no young people have circus masters, or keep circuses in cabinets, or attend lectures about circuses. What can you possibly want to know of circuses then? I am sure you have enough to do, if that's what you want. With my head in its present state, I couldn't remember the mere names of half the facts you h... | anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in... | Hard Times |
"Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." | Josiah Bounderby | what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it."</|quote|>"I am much of your | fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it."</|quote|>"I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," | Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Turn this girl to the right about, a... | she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted gi... | very furniture of the room with explosive humility. "You have one of those strollers' children in the school." "Cecilia Jupe, by name," said Mr. Gradgrind, with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for t... | "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imaginati... | do, no young people have circus masters, or keep circuses in cabinets, or attend lectures about circuses. What can you possibly want to know of circuses then? I am sure you have enough to do, if that's what you want. With my head in its present state, I couldn't remember the mere names of half the facts you have got to... | the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed ba... | Hard Times |
"I am much of your opinion." | Thomas Gradgrind | there's an end of it."<|quote|>"I am much of your opinion."</|quote|>"Do it at once," said | to the right about, and there's an end of it."<|quote|>"I am much of your opinion."</|quote|>"Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my | said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it."<|quote|>"I am much of your opinion."</|quote|>"Do it at... | me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted... | strollers' children in the school." "Cecilia Jupe, by name," said Mr. Gradgrind, with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be... | the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed ba... | attend lectures about circuses. What can you possibly want to know of circuses then? I am sure you have enough to do, if that's what you want. With my head in its present state, I couldn't remember the mere names of half the facts you have got to attend to." "That's the reason!" pouted Louisa. "Don't tell me that's the... | interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on ... | Hard Times |
"Do it at once," | Josiah Bounderby | am much of your opinion."<|quote|>"Do it at once,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "has always been | an end of it." "I am much of your opinion."<|quote|>"Do it at once,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. | come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion."<|quote|>"Do it at once,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "has ... | have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gra... | Jupe, by name," said Mr. Gradgrind, with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our ... | vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Loui... | you possibly want to know of circuses then? I am sure you have enough to do, if that's what you want. With my head in its present state, I couldn't remember the mere names of half the facts you have got to attend to." "That's the reason!" pouted Louisa. "Don't tell me that's the reason, because it can't be nothing of t... | to you, I am very much vexed by this discovery. I have systematically devoted myself (as you know) to the education of the reason of my family. The reason is (as you know) the only faculty to which education should be addressed." "And yet, Bounderby, it would appear from this unexpected circumstance of to-day, though i... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | opinion." "Do it at once,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"has always been my motto | "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"has always been my motto from a child. When I | Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"has always been my mott... | Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girl... | Mr. Gradgrind, with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you ar... | "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgr... | know of circuses then? I am sure you have enough to do, if that's what you want. With my head in its present state, I couldn't remember the mere names of half the facts you have got to attend to." "That's the reason!" pouted Louisa. "Don't tell me that's the reason, because it can't be nothing of the sort," said Mrs. G... | young people particularly in Louisa that I make no apology for saying to you, I am very much vexed by this discovery. I have systematically devoted myself (as you know) to the education of the reason of my family. The reason is (as you know) the only faculty to which education should be addressed." "And yet, Bounderby,... | Hard Times |
"has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" | Josiah Bounderby | it at once," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!"</|quote|>"Are you walking?" asked his | much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!"</|quote|>"Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's | girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"has always been my motto from a child. When I tho... | presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and ho... | with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounde... | you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardo... | circuses then? I am sure you have enough to do, if that's what you want. With my head in its present state, I couldn't remember the mere names of half the facts you have got to attend to." "That's the reason!" pouted Louisa. "Don't tell me that's the reason, because it can't be nothing of the sort," said Mrs. Gradgrind... | all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been standing, as before, on the hearth, bursting at the very fu... | Hard Times |
"Are you walking?" | Thomas Gradgrind | same. Do this at once!"<|quote|>"Are you walking?"</|quote|>asked his friend. "I have | at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!"<|quote|>"Are you walking?"</|quote|>asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you | an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!"<|quote|>"Are you walking?"</|quote|>asked his friend. "I have the father's address... | Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do... | only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Lou... | bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering wit... | got to attend to." "That's the reason!" pouted Louisa. "Don't tell me that's the reason, because it can't be nothing of the sort," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "Go and be somethingological directly." Mrs. Gradgrind was not a scientific character, and usually dismissed her children to their studies with this general injunction ... | been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical fathe... | Hard Times |
asked his friend. | No speaker | at once!" "Are you walking?"<|quote|>asked his friend.</|quote|>"I have the father's address. | you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?"<|quote|>asked his friend.</|quote|>"I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind | it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?"<|quote|>asked his friend.</|quote|>"I have the father's address. Perhaps ... | both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said... | She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I ... | anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in... | to." "That's the reason!" pouted Louisa. "Don't tell me that's the reason, because it can't be nothing of the sort," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "Go and be somethingological directly." Mrs. Gradgrind was not a scientific character, and usually dismissed her children to their studies with this general injunction to choose thei... | repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," s... | Hard Times |
"I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" | Thomas Gradgrind | you walking?" asked his friend.<|quote|>"I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?"</|quote|>"Not the least in the | Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend.<|quote|>"I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?"</|quote|>"Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as | much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend.<|quote|>"I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind w... | the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "ha... | here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly belonging to our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs.... | cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, a... | reason!" pouted Louisa. "Don't tell me that's the reason, because it can't be nothing of the sort," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "Go and be somethingological directly." Mrs. Gradgrind was not a scientific character, and usually dismissed her children to their studies with this general injunction to choose their pursuit. In tru... | school." "Cecilia Jupe, by name," said Mr. Gradgrind, with something of a stricken look at his friend. "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby again. "How did she come there?" "Why, the fact is, I saw the girl myself, for the first time, only just now. She specially applied here at the house to be admitted, as not regularly... | Hard Times |
"Not the least in the world," | Josiah Bounderby | walking to town with me?"<|quote|>"Not the least in the world,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "as long | Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?"<|quote|>"Not the least in the world,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at | from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?"<|quote|>"Not the least in the world,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby... | was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my e... | yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?"... | strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor or servant can have sug... | the sort," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "Go and be somethingological directly." Mrs. Gradgrind was not a scientific character, and usually dismissed her children to their studies with this general injunction to choose their pursuit. In truth, Mrs. Gradgrind's stock of facts in general was woefully defective; but Mr. Gradgrind ... | any instructor or servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so inc... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | the least in the world,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"as long as you do | to town with me?" "Not the least in the world,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. | I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"as long as you do it at on... | when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it... | are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs... | very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor or servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thom... | and be somethingological directly." Mrs. Gradgrind was not a scientific character, and usually dismissed her children to their studies with this general injunction to choose their pursuit. In truth, Mrs. Gradgrind's stock of facts in general was woefully defective; but Mr. Gradgrind in raising her to her high matrimoni... | servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "S... | Hard Times |
"as long as you do it at once!" | Josiah Bounderby | the world," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"as long as you do it at once!"</|quote|>So, Mr. Bounderby threw on | me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"as long as you do it at once!"</|quote|>So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw | away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"as long as you do it at once!"</|quote|>So, Mr.... | the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do y... | stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The ... | am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor or servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have ... | directly." Mrs. Gradgrind was not a scientific character, and usually dismissed her children to their studies with this general injunction to choose their pursuit. In truth, Mrs. Gradgrind's stock of facts in general was woefully defective; but Mr. Gradgrind in raising her to her high matrimonial position, had been inf... | line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been standing, as before, on the hearth, bursting at the very furniture of the room with explosive humility. "You have one of those strollers' children in the school." "Cecilia Jupe, by name," s... | Hard Times |
So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. | No speaker | you do it at once!"<|quote|>So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall.</|quote|>"I never wear gloves," it | Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!"<|quote|>So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall.</|quote|>"I never wear gl... | did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!"<|quote|>So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, a... | said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walki... | saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgr... | in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor or servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precaut... | and usually dismissed her children to their studies with this general injunction to choose their pursuit. In truth, Mrs. Gradgrind's stock of facts in general was woefully defective; but Mr. Gradgrind in raising her to her high matrimonial position, had been influenced by two reasons. Firstly, she was most satisfactory... | once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the sch... | Hard Times |
"I never wear gloves," | Josiah Bounderby | sauntered out into the hall.<|quote|>"I never wear gloves,"</|quote|>it was his custom to | his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall.<|quote|>"I never wear gloves,"</|quote|>it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up | do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall.<|quote|>"I never wear gloves,"</|quote|>it was his custom to say... | and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always ... | to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this gir... | Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been standing, as before, on the hearth, bu... | she was most satisfactory as a question of figures; and, secondly, she had "no nonsense" about her. By nonsense he meant fancy; and truly it is probable she was as free from any alloy of that nature, as any human being not arrived at the perfection of an absolute idiot, ever was. The simple circumstance of being left a... | me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disap... | Hard Times |
it was his custom to say. | No speaker | hall. "I never wear gloves,"<|quote|>it was his custom to say.</|quote|>"I didn't climb up the | pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves,"<|quote|>it was his custom to say.</|quote|>"I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be | So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves,"<|quote|>it was his custom to say.</|quote|>"I didn't clim... | did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expres... | school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right ... | all precautions, any idle story-book can have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been standing, as before, on the hearth, bursting at the very fu... | as a question of figures; and, secondly, she had "no nonsense" about her. By nonsense he meant fancy; and truly it is probable she was as free from any alloy of that nature, as any human being not arrived at the perfection of an absolute idiot, ever was. The simple circumstance of being left alone with her husband and ... | Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that she knows very well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor ... | Hard Times |
"I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." | Josiah Bounderby | was his custom to say.<|quote|>"I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had."</|quote|>Being left to saunter in | "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say.<|quote|>"I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had."</|quote|>Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or | hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say.<|quote|>"I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be ... | the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been... | to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am... | have got into the house? Because, in minds that have been practically formed by rule and line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been standing, as before, on the hearth, bursting at the very furniture of the room with explosive humili... | secondly, she had "no nonsense" about her. By nonsense he meant fancy; and truly it is probable she was as free from any alloy of that nature, as any human being not arrived at the perfection of an absolute idiot, ever was. The simple circumstance of being left alone with her husband and Mr. Bounderby, was sufficient t... | refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor or servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got in... | Hard Times |
Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much o... | No speaker | high up, if I had."<|quote|>Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosop... | in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had."<|quote|>Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its vari... | employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had."<|quote|>Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two wh... | address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat ... | come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my mo... | line, from the cradle upwards, this is so curious, so incomprehensible." "Stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, who all this time had been standing, as before, on the hearth, bursting at the very furniture of the room with explosive humility. "You have one of those strollers' children in the school." "Cecilia Jupe, by name," s... | probable she was as free from any alloy of that nature, as any human being not arrived at the perfection of an absolute idiot, ever was. The simple circumstance of being left alone with her husband and Mr. Bounderby, was sufficient to stun this admirable lady again without collision between herself and any other fact. ... | well I am not a refined character. Whoever expects refinement in _me_ will be disappointed. I hadn't a refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor or servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas ca... | Hard Times |
"It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," | Josiah Bounderby | fallen asleep over vulgar fractions.<|quote|>"It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't | with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions.<|quote|>"It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll | without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions.<|... | he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking... | Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his cus... | "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind.... | my family. The reason is (as you know) the only faculty to which education should be addressed." "And yet, Bounderby, it would appear from this unexpected circumstance of to-day, though in itself a trifling one, as if something had crept into Thomas's and Louisa's minds which is or rather, which is not I don't know tha... | to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wan... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby; | No speaker | it's all right, young Thomas,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby;</|quote|>"you won't do so any | "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby;</|quote|>"you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's | at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas,"<|quote|>said Mr. ... | into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas ... | Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up the ladder in _t... | her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind ... | faculty to which education should be addressed." "And yet, Bounderby, it would appear from this unexpected circumstance of to-day, though in itself a trifling one, as if something had crept into Thomas's and Louisa's minds which is or rather, which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying whi... | application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that ... | Hard Times |
"you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" | Josiah Bounderby | young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby;<|quote|>"you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?"</|quote|>"You can take one, Mr. | now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby;<|quote|>"you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?"</|quote|>"You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she | Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby;<|quote|>"y... | floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing re... | on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be s... | came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls ... | education should be addressed." "And yet, Bounderby, it would appear from this unexpected circumstance of to-day, though in itself a trifling one, as if something had crept into Thomas's and Louisa's minds which is or rather, which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been... | refined bringing up." "Whether," said Gradgrind, pondering with his hands in his pockets, and his cavernous eyes on the fire, "whether any instructor or servant can have suggested anything? Whether Louisa or Thomas can have been reading anything? Whether, in spite of all precautions, any idle story-book can have got in... | Hard Times |
"You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," | Louisa Bounderby | worth a kiss, isn't it?"<|quote|>"You can take one, Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>returned Louisa, when she had | with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?"<|quote|>"You can take one, Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked | pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?"<|quote|>"You can take one,... | of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-... | acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for th... | Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to ... | if something had crept into Thomas's and Louisa's minds which is or rather, which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," r... | Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with ... | Hard Times |
returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. | No speaker | can take one, Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away.</|quote|>"Always my pet; ain't you, | a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away.</|quote|>"Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, | and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>returned Louisa, when s... | Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil ... | hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of th... | Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them whe... | and Louisa's minds which is or rather, which is not I don't know that I can express myself better than by saying which has never been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vaga... | possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box ... | Hard Times |
"Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" | Josiah Bounderby | with her face turned away.<|quote|>"Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!" | raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away.<|quote|>"Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!" He went his way, but | any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away.<|quote|>"Always my pet; ai... | two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll an... | climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets ... | to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of... | been intended to be developed, and in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical fathe... | "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say.... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | my pet; ain't you, Louisa?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Good-bye, Louisa!" He went his | her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Good-bye, Louisa!" He went his way, but she stood on | being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?"<|quote|>said Mr. Boun... | lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with fa... | Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and ... | Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once... | in which their reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in ... | _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of lear... | Hard Times |
"Good-bye, Louisa!" | Josiah Bounderby | you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Good-bye, Louisa!"</|quote|>He went his way, but | away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Good-bye, Louisa!"</|quote|>He went his way, but she stood on the same | with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Good-by... | and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, ... | high up, if I had." Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical ap... | that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby... | reason has no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this v... | Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, "what passed?" "Oh, my poor health!" returned Mrs. Gradgrind. "The girl wanted to come to the school, and Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come to the school, and Louisa and Thomas both said that the girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible ... | Hard Times |
He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. | No speaker | said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!"<|quote|>He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards.</|quote|>"What are you about, Loo?" | my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!"<|quote|>He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards.</|quote|>"What are you about, Loo?" her brother sulkily remons... | Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!"<|quote|>H... | Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tears, had fallen asleep over vulgar fractions. "It's all right now, Louisa: it's all right, young Thomas," said Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's wort... | if I had." Being left to saunter in the hall a minute or two while Mr. Gradgrind went up-stairs for the address, he opened the door of the children's study and looked into that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances,... | girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has al... | no part." "There certainly is no reason in looking with interest at a parcel of vagabonds," returned Bounderby. "When I was a vagabond myself, nobody looked with any interest at _me_; I know that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curio... | our town, and yes, you are right, Bounderby, you are right." "Now, stop a bit!" cried Bounderby, once more. "Louisa saw her when she came?" "Louisa certainly did see her, for she mentioned the application to me. But Louisa saw her, I have no doubt, in Mrs. Gradgrind's presence." "Pray, Mrs. Gradgrind," said Bounderby, ... | Hard Times |
"What are you about, Loo?" | Young Thomas | doing this, five minutes afterwards.<|quote|>"What are you about, Loo?"</|quote|>her brother sulkily remonstrated. "You'll | burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards.<|quote|>"What are you about, Loo?"</|quote|>her brother sulkily remonstrated. "You'll rub a hole in your | him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!" He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards.<|quote|>"What are you about, L... | Mr. Bounderby; "you won't do so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned ... | that serene floor-clothed apartment, which, notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood... | Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" aske... | that." "Then comes the question;" said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle im... | as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." Being left t... | Hard Times |
her brother sulkily remonstrated. | No speaker | "What are you about, Loo?"<|quote|>her brother sulkily remonstrated.</|quote|>"You'll rub a hole in | doing this, five minutes afterwards. "What are you about, Loo?"<|quote|>her brother sulkily remonstrated.</|quote|>"You'll rub a hole in your face." "You may cut | away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!" He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. "What are you about, Loo?"<|quote|>her brother sulkily r... | so any more. I'll answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't y... | notwithstanding its book-cases and its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smi... | the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the fath... | said the eminently practical father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bo... | I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do ... | Hard Times |
"You'll rub a hole in your face." | Young Thomas | Loo?" her brother sulkily remonstrated.<|quote|>"You'll rub a hole in your face."</|quote|>"You may cut the piece | afterwards. "What are you about, Loo?" her brother sulkily remonstrated.<|quote|>"You'll rub a hole in your face."</|quote|>"You may cut the piece out with your penknife if | ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!" He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. "What are you about, Loo?" her brother sulkily remonstrated.<|quote|>"You'll r... | answer for it's being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said ... | its cabinets and its variety of learned and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgri... | there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps... | father, "with his eyes on the fire, "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing fo... | a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. "I never wear gloves," it was his custom to say. "I didn't climb up the ladder in _them_. Shouldn't be so high up, if I had." Being left to saunter in t... | Hard Times |
"You may cut the piece out with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!" | Louisa Bounderby | a hole in your face."<|quote|>"You may cut the piece out with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!"</|quote|>CHAPTER V THE KEYNOTE COKETOWN, | brother sulkily remonstrated. "You'll rub a hole in your face."<|quote|>"You may cut the piece out with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!"</|quote|>CHAPTER V THE KEYNOTE COKETOWN, to which Messrs. Bounderby and | Louisa!" He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. "What are you about, Loo?" her brother sulkily remonstrated. "You'll rub a hole in your face."<|quote|>"You may cut the piece out... | father. Well, Louisa, that's worth a kiss, isn't it?" "You can take one, Mr. Bounderby," returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!" H... | and philosophical appliances, had much of the genial aspect of a room devoted to hair-cutting. Louisa languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and... | much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has always been my motto from a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking t... | "in what has this vulgar curiosity its rise?" "I'll tell you in what. In idle imagination." "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing fo... | and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do it at once!" So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat he always ... | Hard Times |
CHAPTER V THE KEYNOTE COKETOWN, to which Messrs. Bounderby and Gradgrind now walked, was a triumph of fact; it had no greater taint of fancy in it than Mrs. Gradgrind herself. Let us strike the key-note, Coketown, before pursuing our tune. It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke an... | No speaker | like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!"<|quote|>CHAPTER V THE KEYNOTE COKETOWN, to which Messrs. Bounderby and Gradgrind now walked, was a triumph of fact; it had no greater taint of fancy in it than Mrs. Gradgrind herself. Let us strike the key-note, Coketown, before pursuing our tune. It was a town of red brick, or of brick that... | with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!"<|quote|>CHAPTER V THE KEYNOTE COKETOWN, to which Messrs. Bounderby and Gradgrind now walked, was a triumph of fact; it had no greater taint of fancy in it than Mrs. Gradgrind herself. Let us strike the key-note, Coketown, before pursuing our tune. It was a town of r... | had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. "What are you about, Loo?" her brother sulkily remonstrated. "You'll rub a hole in your face." "You may cut the piece out with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!"<|quote|>CHAPTER V THE KEYNOTE CO... | Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away. "Always my pet; ain't you, Louisa?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Good-bye, Louisa!" He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerc... | languidly leaned upon the window looking out, without looking at anything, while young Thomas stood sniffing revengefully at the fire. Adam Smith and Malthus, two younger Gradgrinds, were out at lecture in custody; and little Jane, after manufacturing a good deal of moist pipe-clay on her face with slate-pencil and tea... | a child. When I thought I would run away from my egg-box and my grandmother, I did it at once. Do you the same. Do this at once!" "Are you walking?" asked his friend. "I have the father's address. Perhaps you would not mind walking to town with me?" "Not the least in the world," said Mr. Bounderby, "as long as you do i... | "I hope not," said the eminently practical; "I confess, however, that the misgiving _has_ crossed me on my way home." "In idle imagination, Gradgrind," repeated Bounderby. "A very bad thing for anybody, but a cursed bad thing for a girl like Louisa. I should ask Mrs. Gradgrind's pardon for strong expressions, but that ... | girl wanted to come, and that Mr. Gradgrind wanted girls to come, and how was it possible to contradict them when such was the fact!" "Now I tell you what, Gradgrind!" said Mr. Bounderby. "Turn this girl to the right about, and there's an end of it." "I am much of your opinion." "Do it at once," said Bounderby, "has al... | Hard Times |
"This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," | Thomas Gradgrind | of the Creation were repealed?<|quote|>"This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is | go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed?<|quote|>"This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew | recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed?<|quote|>"This man lives at Po... | Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized ho... | you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober se... | low dancing, and mayhap joined in it; and where A. B., aged twenty-four next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral... | either, or both, or anything else, for anything that appeared to the contrary in the graces of their construction. Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial. The M'Choakumchild school was all fact, and the school of design was all fact, and the relat... | There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | don't quite know Pod's End,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. | at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere | band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>... | on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occa... | were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that on... | next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, the two gentlemen ... | in the graces of their construction. Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial. The M'Choakumchild school was all fact, and the school of design was all fact, and the relations between master and man were all fact, and everything was fact between the... | gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do... | Hard Times |
"Which is it, Bounderby?" | Thomas Gradgrind | Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Which is it, Bounderby?"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby knew it was | and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Which is it, Bounderby?"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew | some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Which is it, Bounderby... | That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in... | of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremo... | committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, the two gentlemen at this present mom... | of their construction. Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial. The M'Choakumchild school was all fact, and the school of design was all fact, and the relations between master and man were all fact, and everything was fact between the lying-in hosp... | same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. | No speaker | Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recogniz... | know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl w... | in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby knew it w... | ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choaku... | yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in th... | solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, the two gentlemen at this present moment walking through Coketown, a... | fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial. The M'Choakumchild school was all fact, and the school of design was all fact, and the relations between master and man were all fact, and everything was fact between the lying-in hospital and the cemetery, and wh... | perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, the two gentlemen at this present moment walking through Coketown, and both eminently practical, who could, on occasion, furnish more tabular statements derived from their own personal exp... | Hard Times |
"Halloa!" | Thomas Gradgrind | girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized.<|quote|>"Halloa!"</|quote|>said he. "Stop! Where are | with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized.<|quote|>"Halloa!"</|quote|>said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number | Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized.<|quote|>"Halloa!"</|quote|>said he. "Stop! Wh... | which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewher... | of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and m... | Coketown, and both eminently practical, who could, on occasion, furnish more tabular statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether,... | cemetery, and what you couldn't state in figures, or show to be purchaseable in the cheapest market and saleable in the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen. A town so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown d... | upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted w... | Hard Times |
said he. | No speaker | whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"Stop! Where are you going! | a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped | knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"Stop! Where are yo... | even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down... | day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and mono... | and both eminently practical, who could, on occasion, furnish more tabular statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen... | and what you couldn't state in figures, or show to be purchaseable in the cheapest market and saleable in the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen. A town so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not com... | human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements, showing that when they didn't get drunk, they took opium. Then came the experienced chaplain of the jail, with more tabular statements, outdoing all the previou... | Hard Times |
"Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" | Thomas Gradgrind | Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he.<|quote|>"Stop! Where are you going! Stop!"</|quote|>Girl number twenty stopped then, | look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he.<|quote|>"Stop! Where are you going! Stop!"</|quote|>Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a | was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he.<|quote|>"Stop! Where are you going! Stop!"</... | had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no m... | one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, ... | eminently practical, who could, on occasion, furnish more tabular statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do... | you couldn't state in figures, or show to be purchaseable in the cheapest market and saleable in the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen. A town so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of ... | Then came the Teetotal Society, who complained that these same people _would_ get drunk, and showed in tabular statements that they did get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist... | Hard Times |
Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. | No speaker | Where are you going! Stop!"<|quote|>Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey.</|quote|>"Why are you tearing about | recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!"<|quote|>Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey.</|quote|>"Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, | no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!"<|quote|>Girl number twenty stopped then, pa... | and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stoppe... | the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for... | furnish more tabular statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never than... | show to be purchaseable in the cheapest market and saleable in the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen. A town so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects ... | and where A. B., aged twenty-four next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and... | Hard Times |
"Why are you tearing about the streets," | Thomas Gradgrind | and made him a curtsey.<|quote|>"Why are you tearing about the streets,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this | number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey.<|quote|>"Why are you tearing about the streets,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I | about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey.<|quote|>"Why are you tearing about... | wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there cam... | years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and g... | illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew... | the dearest, was not, and never should be, world without end, Amen. A town so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing myster... | moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and t... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | you tearing about the streets,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"in this improper manner?" "I | him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, | came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</... | were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the stre... | was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recog... | seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon ... | be, world without end, Amen. A town so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the... | and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never ... | Hard Times |
"in this improper manner?" | Thomas Gradgrind | the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"in this improper manner?"</|quote|>"I was I was run | "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"in this improper manner?"</|quote|>"I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, | the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"in this improper ma... | man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace an... | in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday,... | it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bou... | end, Amen. A town so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denomina... | were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old wom... | Hard Times |
"I was I was run after, sir," | Cecilia Jupe | Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?"<|quote|>"I was I was run after, sir,"</|quote|>the girl panted, "and I | about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?"<|quote|>"I was I was run after, sir,"</|quote|>the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run | street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?"<|quote|>"I was I wa... | End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened... | be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but f... | short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and i... | so sacred to fact, and so triumphant in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denominations? Because, wh... | wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for sco... | Hard Times |
the girl panted, | No speaker | I was run after, sir,"<|quote|>the girl panted,</|quote|>"and I wanted to get | this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir,"<|quote|>the girl panted,</|quote|>"and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. | a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir,"<|quote|>the girl pant... | End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind r... | struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of musi... | in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and reject... | in its assertion, of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denominations? Because, whoever did, the labouring people did n... | more tabular statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for... | Hard Times |
"and I wanted to get away." | Cecilia Jupe | after, sir," the girl panted,<|quote|>"and I wanted to get away."</|quote|>"Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. | "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted,<|quote|>"and I wanted to get away."</|quote|>"Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" | a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted,<|quote|>"and I wanted t... | Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Hal... | convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional... | that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but p... | of course got on well? Why no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denominations? Because, whoever did, the labouring people did not. It was very st... | statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentleme... | Hard Times |
"Run after?" | Thomas Gradgrind | I wanted to get away."<|quote|>"Run after?"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would | sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away."<|quote|>"Run after?"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question | "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away."<|quote|>"Run after?"</|quote|>rep... | Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going... | as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild... | bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet we... | no, not quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denominations? Because, whoever did, the labouring people did not. It was very strange to walk through the s... | and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, t... | Hard Times |
repeated Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | to get away." "Run after?"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Who would run after _you_?" | girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and | he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind.</|q... | it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl n... | worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no ... | altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were etern... | quite well. No? Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denominations? Because, whoever did, the labouring people did not. It was very strange to walk through the streets o... | cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they want... | Hard Times |
"Who would run after _you_?" | Thomas Gradgrind | "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Who would run after _you_?"</|quote|>The question was unexpectedly and | I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Who would run after _you_?"</|quote|>The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by | are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Who would run after... | down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stop... | monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which cra... | do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmana... | Dear me! No. Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denominations? Because, whoever did, the labouring people did not. It was very strange to walk through the streets on a Sunday morni... | of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead o... | Hard Times |
The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. | No speaker | "Who would run after _you_?"<|quote|>The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road... | "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?"<|quote|>The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's ... | number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?"<|quote|>The question was u... | more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, ... | them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied arigh... | them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it w... | not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire. First, the perplexing mystery of the place was, Who belonged to the eighteen denominations? Because, whoever did, the labouring people did not. It was very strange to walk through the streets on a Sunday morning, and note how few of _t... | the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the cra... | Hard Times |
"What do you mean, boy?" | Thomas Gradgrind | and rebounded into the road.<|quote|>"What do you mean, boy?"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are | up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road.<|quote|>"What do you mean, boy?"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you | would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road.<|quote|>"Wh... | you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The... | which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting... | eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was... | the streets on a Sunday morning, and note how few of _them_ the barbarous jangling of bells that was driving the sick and nervous mad, called away from their own quarter, from their own close rooms, from the corners of their own streets, where they lounged listlessly, gazing at all the church and chapel going, as at a ... | was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Sure... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | "What do you mean, boy?"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"What are you doing? How | and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody | question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?"<|quote|>said M... | twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and... | be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a mo... | short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketow... | morning, and note how few of _them_ the barbarous jangling of bells that was driving the sick and nervous mad, called away from their own quarter, from their own close rooms, from the corners of their own streets, where they lounged listlessly, gazing at all the church and chapel going, as at a thing with which they ha... | haunts, hidden from the public eye, where they heard low singing and saw low dancing, and mayhap joined in it; and where A. B., aged twenty-four next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfe... | Hard Times |
"What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" | Thomas Gradgrind | mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?"</|quote|>Bitzer picked up his cap, | the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?"</|quote|>Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked | and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"What are yo... | palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered fo... | or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. ... | the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population a... | how few of _them_ the barbarous jangling of bells that was driving the sick and nervous mad, called away from their own quarter, from their own close rooms, from the corners of their own streets, where they lounged listlessly, gazing at all the church and chapel going, as at a thing with which they had no manner of con... | aged twenty-four next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, t... | Hard Times |
Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. | No speaker | against everybody in this manner?"<|quote|>Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident.</|quote|>"Was this boy running after | doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?"<|quote|>Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident.</|quote|>"Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. | the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?"<|quote|>Bitzer picked u... | said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blin... | were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the stre... | what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our ... | sick and nervous mad, called away from their own quarter, from their own close rooms, from the corners of their own streets, where they lounged listlessly, gazing at all the church and chapel going, as at a thing with which they had no manner of concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there wa... | the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of ... | Hard Times |
"Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" | Thomas Gradgrind | that it was an accident.<|quote|>"Was this boy running after you, Jupe?"</|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," | and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident.<|quote|>"Was this boy running after you, Jupe?"</|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, | waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident.<|quote|>"Was this boy ru... | "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoa... | Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going... | this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the ex... | they lounged listlessly, gazing at all the church and chapel going, as at a thing with which they had no manner of concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there was a native organization in Coketown itself, whose members were to be heard of in the House of Commons every session, indignantly pe... | an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, ... | Hard Times |
asked Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | boy running after you, Jupe?"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Yes, sir," said the girl | was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" | do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind.<... | run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean... | but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, p... | Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-peopl... | church and chapel going, as at a thing with which they had no manner of concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there was a native organization in Coketown itself, whose members were to be heard of in the House of Commons every session, indignantly petitioning for acts of parliament that shoul... | M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town... | Hard Times |
"Yes, sir," | Cecilia Jupe | you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>said the girl reluctantly. "No, | "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</|quote|>said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. | boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Yes, sir,"</... | The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. G... | more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, ... | I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for s... | going, as at a thing with which they had no manner of concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there was a native organization in Coketown itself, whose members were to be heard of in the House of Commons every session, indignantly petitioning for acts of parliament that should make these peopl... | of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I ... | Hard Times |
said the girl reluctantly. | No speaker | asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>said the girl reluctantly.</|quote|>"No, I wasn't, sir!" cried | boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>said the girl reluctantly.</|quote|>"No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run | Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir,"<|quote|>said the gir... | was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "Wh... | it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a c... | that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of y... | at a thing with which they had no manner of concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there was a native organization in Coketown itself, whose members were to be heard of in the House of Commons every session, indignantly petitioning for acts of parliament that should make these people religiou... | for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, ... | Hard Times |
"No, I wasn't, sir!" | Bitzer | sir," said the girl reluctantly.<|quote|>"No, I wasn't, sir!"</|quote|>cried Bitzer. "Not till she | Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly.<|quote|>"No, I wasn't, sir!"</|quote|>cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But | you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly.<|quote|>"No, I was... | answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you... | for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you... | analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately ... | which they had no manner of concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there was a native organization in Coketown itself, whose members were to be heard of in the House of Commons every session, indignantly petitioning for acts of parliament that should make these people religious by main force.... | was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on... | Hard Times |
cried Bitzer. | No speaker | reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!"<|quote|>cried Bitzer.</|quote|>"Not till she run away | "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!"<|quote|>cried Bitzer.</|quote|>"Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders | you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!"<|quote|>cried Bit... | the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybo... | about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the str... | of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there... | manner of concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there was a native organization in Coketown itself, whose members were to be heard of in the House of Commons every session, indignantly petitioning for acts of parliament that should make these people religious by main force. Then came the Tee... | and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convuls... | Hard Times |
"Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," | Bitzer | I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer.<|quote|>"Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say,"</|quote|>addressing Sissy. "It's as well | said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer.<|quote|>"Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say,"</|quote|>addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as | against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer.<|quote|>"Not... | boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this mann... | as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr... | Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was an... | concern. Nor was it merely the stranger who noticed this, because there was a native organization in Coketown itself, whose members were to be heard of in the House of Commons every session, indignantly petitioning for acts of parliament that should make these people religious by main force. Then came the Teetotal Soci... | worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no ... | Hard Times |
addressing Sissy. | No speaker | never minding what they say,"<|quote|>addressing Sissy.</|quote|>"It's as well known in | the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say,"<|quote|>addressing Sissy.</|quote|>"It's as well known in the town as please, sir, | after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say,"<|quote|>addressing Sissy.</|q... | the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gra... | Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _... | of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the ... | session, indignantly petitioning for acts of parliament that should make these people religious by main force. Then came the Teetotal Society, who complained that these same people _would_ get drunk, and showed in tabular statements that they did get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine ... | of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremo... | Hard Times |
"It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." | Bitzer | what they say," addressing Sissy.<|quote|>"It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders."</|quote|>Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with | are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy.<|quote|>"It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders."</|quote|>Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," | Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy.<|quote|>"It's as well ... | "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Y... | you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The... | foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving... | petitioning for acts of parliament that should make these people religious by main force. Then came the Teetotal Society, who complained that these same people _would_ get drunk, and showed in tabular statements that they did get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), wou... | same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts ... | Hard Times |
Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. | No speaker | isn't known to the horse-riders."<|quote|>Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this.</|quote|>"He frightened me so," said | sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders."<|quote|>Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this.</|quote|>"He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel | run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders."<|quote|>Bitzer tried Mr. Bou... | this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. B... | the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner ... | That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent... | who complained that these same people _would_ get drunk, and showed in tabular statements that they did get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements,... | instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring b... | Hard Times |
"He frightened me so," | Cecilia Jupe | tried Mr. Bounderby with this.<|quote|>"He frightened me so,"</|quote|>said the girl, "with his | known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this.<|quote|>"He frightened me so,"</|quote|>said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. | horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this.<|quote|>"He frig... | cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what... | this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little an... | them demanding to be brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, th... | _would_ get drunk, and showed in tabular statements that they did get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements, showing that when they didn't get dru... | a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which... | Hard Times |
said the girl, | No speaker | this. "He frightened me so,"<|quote|>said the girl,</|quote|>"with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" | Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so,"<|quote|>said the girl,</|quote|>"with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you | they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so,"<|quote|>said the girl,... | had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're fa... | was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on t... | brought into healthy existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for ... | showed in tabular statements that they did get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements, showing that when they didn't get drunk, they took opium. Th... | instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring b... | Hard Times |
"with his cruel faces!" | Cecilia Jupe | me so," said the girl,<|quote|>"with his cruel faces!"</|quote|>"Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't | Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl,<|quote|>"with his cruel faces!"</|quote|>"Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! | they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl,<|quote|>"with his crue... | and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You ... | run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavemen... | existence instead of struggling on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a ... | statements that they did get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements, showing that when they didn't get drunk, they took opium. Then came the experi... | for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you... | Hard Times |
"Oh!" | Bitzer | girl, "with his cruel faces!"<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you | frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!"<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't | You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!"<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote... | his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are f... | girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought hi... | on in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occa... | get drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements, showing that when they didn't get drunk, they took opium. Then came the experienced chaplain of the jai... | but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End,"... | Hard Times |
cried Bitzer. | No speaker | "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!"<|quote|>cried Bitzer.</|quote|>"Oh! An't you one of | me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!"<|quote|>cried Bitzer.</|quote|>"Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a | know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!"<|quote|>cried Bitze... | forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famou... | panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself... | in convulsions? That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasio... | drunk, and proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements, showing that when they didn't get drunk, they took opium. Then came the experienced chaplain of the jail, w... | the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and... | Hard Times |
"Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such misc... | Bitzer | cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer.<|quote|>"Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You... | said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer.<|quote|>"Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answe... | horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer.<|quote|>"Oh! A... | that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never mindin... | I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against M... | That exactly in the ratio as they worked long and monotonously, the craving grew within them for some physical relief some relaxation, encouraging good humour and good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in... | proved at tea parties that no inducement, human or Divine (except a medal), would induce them to forego their custom of getting drunk. Then came the chemist and druggist, with other tabular statements, showing that when they didn't get drunk, they took opium. Then came the experienced chaplain of the jail, with more ta... | parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possib... | Hard Times |
"Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," | Josiah Bounderby | you hadn't been a horse-rider?"<|quote|>"Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em,"</|quote|>observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have | of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?"<|quote|>"Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em,"</|quote|>observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping | she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?"<|quote|>"Her calling seems to be pretty well known among '... | as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-... | you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir... | and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost a... | haunts, hidden from the public eye, where they heard low singing and saw low dancing, and mayhap joined in it; and where A. B., aged twenty-four next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfe... | it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod... | Hard Times |
observed Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | pretty well known among 'em,"<|quote|>observed Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"You'd have had the whole | "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em,"<|quote|>observed Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, | offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em,"<|quote|>observed Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"You'd have ha... | tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran af... | manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But th... | Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of... | singing and saw low dancing, and mayhap joined in it; and where A. B., aged twenty-four next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been... | good spirits, and giving them a vent some recognized holiday, though it were but for an honest dance to a stirring band of music some occasional light pie in which even M'Choakumchild had no finger which craving must and would be satisfied aright, or must and would inevitably go wrong, until the laws of the Creation we... | Hard Times |
"You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." | Josiah Bounderby | among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week."</|quote|>"Truly, I think so," returned | to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week."</|quote|>"Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you | her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"You'd have had the whole school peepin... | with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that s... | up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mi... | "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick p... | low dancing, and mayhap joined in it; and where A. B., aged twenty-four next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral... | none of us in our sober senses and acquainted with figures, are to be told at this time of day, that one of the foremost elements in the existence of the Coketown working-people had been for scores of years, deliberately set at nought? That there was any Fancy in them demanding to be brought into healthy existence inst... | Hard Times |
"Truly, I think so," | Thomas Gradgrind | a row, in a week."<|quote|>"Truly, I think so,"</|quote|>returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn | the whole school peeping in a row, in a week."<|quote|>"Truly, I think so,"</|quote|>returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself | she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week."<|quote|>"Truly, I think so,"</|quote|>return... | "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought... | his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are f... | said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recogni... | next birthday, and committed for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, the two gentlemen ... | blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussi... | Hard Times |
returned his friend. | No speaker | week." "Truly, I think so,"<|quote|>returned his friend.</|quote|>"Bitzer, turn you about and | in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so,"<|quote|>returned his friend.</|quote|>"Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay | to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so,"<|quote|>returned his friend.</|quote|>"Bit... | An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief ... | it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding wha... | is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "St... | for eighteen months' solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, the two gentlemen at this present moment walkin... | came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picke... | Hard Times |
"Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." | Thomas Gradgrind | think so," returned his friend.<|quote|>"Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along."</|quote|>The boy stopped in his | in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend.<|quote|>"Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along."</|quote|>The boy stopped in h... | she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend.<|quote|>"Bitzer, turn you about and ... | of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't... | accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders never mind what they say, sir; they're famous for it. You know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say... | Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you g... | solitary, had himself said (not that he had ever shown himself particularly worthy of belief) his ruin began, as he was perfectly sure and confident that otherwise he would have been a tip-top moral specimen. Then came Mr. Gradgrind and Mr. Bounderby, the two gentlemen at this present moment walking through Coketown, a... | it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop!... | Hard Times |
The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. | No speaker | what I mean. Go along."<|quote|>The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated.</|quote|>"Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, | of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along."<|quote|>The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated.</|quote|>"Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me | I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along."<|quote|>The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled h... | might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitze... | know the horse-riders are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! ... | look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to ... | gentlemen at this present moment walking through Coketown, and both eminently practical, who could, on occasion, furnish more tabular statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case ... | picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders n... | Hard Times |
"Now, girl," | Thomas Gradgrind | Sissy, turned about, and retreated.<|quote|>"Now, girl,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this | his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated.<|quote|>"Now, girl,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your | moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated.<|quote|>"Now, girl,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gra... | you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in... | the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know ... | twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and... | tabular statements derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, ... | blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussi... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | about, and retreated. "Now, girl,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"take this gentleman and me | again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are | me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"tak... | been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manne... | as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to de... | then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answe... | derived from their own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that the... | somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number t... | Hard Times |
"take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" | Thomas Gradgrind | "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?"</|quote|>"Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, | Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?"</|quote|>"Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine | your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"take this gentleman and... | "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and ... | as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-... | made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the col... | own personal experience, and illustrated by cases they had known and seen, from which it clearly appeared in short, it was the only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, ge... | minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-... | Hard Times |
"Gin," | Josiah Bounderby | that bottle you are carrying?"<|quote|>"Gin,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, | What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?"<|quote|>"Gin,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." | what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?"<|quote|>"Gin,"</|quote|>said M... | row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid bli... | "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. Y... | run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavemen... | only clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha c... | multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow,... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | bottle you are carrying?" "Gin,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Dear, no, sir! It's the | have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried | I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.<... | in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking... | his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wou... | after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, t... | clear thing in the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee... | the laws of the Creation were repealed? "This man lives at Pod's End, and I don't quite know Pod's End," said Mr. Gradgrind. "Which is it, Bounderby?" Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it. So they stopped for a moment, looking about. Almost as they did so, there came running rou... | Hard Times |
"Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." | Cecilia Jupe | carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils."</|quote|>"The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. | in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils."</|quote|>"The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to | along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Dear, no, ... | "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled h... | "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought... | girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought hi... | the case that these same people were a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected ... | mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," sai... | Hard Times |
"The what?" | Josiah Bounderby | sir! It's the nine oils."<|quote|>"The what?"</|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine | said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils."<|quote|>"The what?"</|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father | blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils."<|quote|>"The what?"... | "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turne... | of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't... | away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's w... | a bad lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet ... | are famous for never minding what they say," addressing Sissy. "It's as well known in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the re... | Hard Times |
cried Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | the nine oils." "The what?"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"The nine oils, sir, to | Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said | his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderb... | you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and r... | rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a... | after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and... | lot altogether, gentlemen; that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were e... | An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief ... | Hard Times |
"The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." | Cecilia Jupe | "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"The nine oils, sir, to rub father with."</|quote|>"Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with | sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"The nine oils, sir, to rub father with."</|quote|>"Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what | glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"The nine oils, s... | take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now... | a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" ... | Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the r... | that do what you would for them they were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and u... | in the town as please, sir, as the multiplication table isn't known to the horse-riders." Bitzer tried Mr. Bounderby with this. "He frightened me so," said the girl, "with his cruel faces!" "Oh!" cried Bitzer. "Oh! An't you one of the rest! An't you a horse-rider! I never looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would kn... | Hard Times |
"Then," | Josiah Bounderby | sir, to rub father with."<|quote|>"Then,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with a | Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with."<|quote|>"Then,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the | girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with."<|quote|>"Then,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bo... | Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentle... | I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known ... | was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "Wh... | were never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the mor... | "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Y... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, | No speaker | to rub father with." "Then,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh,</|quote|>"what the devil do you | Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh,</|quote|>"what the devil do you rub your father with nine | said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, with a ... | me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman ... | asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known am... | unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What a... | never thankful for it, gentlemen; that they were restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of... | look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to ... | Hard Times |
"what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?" | Josiah Bounderby | with a loud short laugh,<|quote|>"what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?"</|quote|>"It's what our people aways | with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh,<|quote|>"what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?"</|quote|>"It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get | to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh,<|quote|>"what the devil do you rub you... | any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going t... | define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "... | colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody i... | restless, gentlemen; that they never knew what they wanted; that they lived upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, a... | road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgri... | Hard Times |
"It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring," | Cecilia Jupe | father with nine oils for?"<|quote|>"It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring,"</|quote|>replied the girl, looking over | devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?"<|quote|>"It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring,"</|quote|>replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself | that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?"<|quote|>"It's what our people aways u... | of the school. You understand what I mean. Go along." The boy stopped in his rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" ... | ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Tr... | and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knock... | upon the best, and bought fresh butter; and insisted on Mocha coffee, and rejected all but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victual... | looked at her, sir. I asked her if she would know how to define a horse to-morrow, and offered to tell her again, and she ran away, and I ran after her, sir, that she might know how to answer when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to b... | Hard Times |
replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone. | No speaker | any hurts in the ring,"<|quote|>replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone.</|quote|>"They bruise themselves very bad | use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring,"<|quote|>replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone.</|quote|>"They bruise themselves very bad sometimes." "Serve 'em right," said | oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?" "It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring,"<|quote|>replied the girl, looking over her should... | rapid blinking, knuckled his forehead again, glanced at Sissy, turned about, and retreated. "Now, girl," said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" c... | when she was asked. You wouldn't have thought of saying such mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and tak... | Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was thi... | but prime parts of meat, and yet were eternally dissatisfied and unmanageable. In short, it was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is... | twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and... | Hard Times |
"They bruise themselves very bad sometimes." | Cecilia Jupe | that her pursuer was gone.<|quote|>"They bruise themselves very bad sometimes."</|quote|>"Serve 'em right," said Mr. | her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone.<|quote|>"They bruise themselves very bad sometimes."</|quote|>"Serve 'em right," said Mr. Bounderby, "for being idle." She | said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?" "It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring," replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone.<|quote|>"They bruise themselves very bad sometime... | said Mr. Gradgrind, "take this gentleman and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud sho... | been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manne... | Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantl... | was the moral of the old nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown populati... | boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebounded into the road. "What do you mean, boy?" said Mr. Gradgrind. "What are you doing? How dare you dash against everybody in this mann... | Hard Times |
"Serve 'em right," | Josiah Bounderby | bruise themselves very bad sometimes."<|quote|>"Serve 'em right,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "for being | her pursuer was gone. "They bruise themselves very bad sometimes."<|quote|>"Serve 'em right,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "for being idle." She glanced up at | short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?" "It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring," replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone. "They bruise themselves very bad sometimes."<|quote|>"Serve 'em right,"</|quote|>... | and me to your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your... | to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me... | dare you dash against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer... | nursery fable: There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the li... | seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | bad sometimes." "Serve 'em right,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"for being idle." She glanced | gone. "They bruise themselves very bad sometimes." "Serve 'em right,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"for being idle." She glanced up at his face, with | the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?" "It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring," replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone. "They bruise themselves very bad sometimes." "Serve 'em right,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|... | your father's; we are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your father wi... | well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the ... | against everybody in this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till sh... | was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Sure... | repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Who would run after _you_?" The question was unexpectedly and suddenly answered for her, by the colourless boy, Bitzer, who came round the corner with such blind speed and so little anticipating a stoppage on the pavement, that he brought himself up against Mr. Gradgrind's waistcoat and rebound... | Hard Times |
"for being idle." | Josiah Bounderby | 'em right," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"for being idle."</|quote|>She glanced up at his | themselves very bad sometimes." "Serve 'em right," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"for being idle."</|quote|>She glanced up at his face, with mingled astonishment and | you rub your father with nine oils for?" "It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring," replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone. "They bruise themselves very bad sometimes." "Serve 'em right," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"for being idle."</|q... | are going there. What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?"... | 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the sch... | this manner?" Bitzer picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. B... | woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of... | Gradgrind recognized. "Halloa!" said he. "Stop! Where are you going! Stop!" Girl number twenty stopped then, palpitating, and made him a curtsey. "Why are you tearing about the streets," said Mr. Gradgrind, "in this improper manner?" "I was I was run after, sir," the girl panted, "and I wanted to get away." "Run after?... | Hard Times |
She glanced up at his face, with mingled astonishment and dread. | No speaker | Mr. Bounderby, "for being idle."<|quote|>She glanced up at his face, with mingled astonishment and dread.</|quote|>"By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, | sometimes." "Serve 'em right," said Mr. Bounderby, "for being idle."<|quote|>She glanced up at his face, with mingled astonishment and dread.</|quote|>"By George!" said Mr. Bounderby, "when I was four or | father with nine oils for?" "It's what our people aways use, sir, when they get any hurts in the ring," replied the girl, looking over her shoulder, to assure herself that her pursuer was gone. "They bruise themselves very bad sometimes." "Serve 'em right," said Mr. Bounderby, "for being idle."<|quote|>She glanced up a... | What have you got in that bottle you are carrying?" "Gin," said Mr. Bounderby. "Dear, no, sir! It's the nine oils." "The what?" cried Mr. Bounderby. "The nine oils, sir, to rub father with." "Then," said Mr. Bounderby, with a loud short laugh, "what the devil do you rub your father with nine oils for?" "It's what our p... | Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of your running in this manner any more, boy, and you will hear of me through the master of the school. You understand... | picked up his cap, which the concussion had knocked off; and backing, and knuckling his forehead, pleaded that it was an accident. "Was this boy running after you, Jupe?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes, sir," said the girl reluctantly. "No, I wasn't, sir!" cried Bitzer. "Not till she run away from me. But the horse-riders n... | do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would NEVER be quiet. Is it possible, I wonder, that there was any analogy between the case of the Coketown population and the case of the little Gradgrinds? Surely, none of us in our sober... | mischief if you hadn't been a horse-rider?" "Her calling seems to be pretty well known among 'em," observed Mr. Bounderby. "You'd have had the whole school peeping in a row, in a week." "Truly, I think so," returned his friend. "Bitzer, turn you about and take yourself home. Jupe, stay here a moment. Let me hear of you... | Hard Times |
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