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"that this was merely an oversight." | Thomas Gradgrind | Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice,<|quote|>"that this was merely an oversight."</|quote|>"My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, | "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice,<|quote|>"that this was merely an oversight."</|quote|>"My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that | I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice,<|quote|>"that this was merely an oversight."</|quote|>"My f... | into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth.... | of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bound... | patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs.... | going to take young Tom into my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is... | returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter... | Hard Times |
"My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," | Josiah Bounderby | this was merely an oversight."<|quote|>"My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "that this was | in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight."<|quote|>"My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. | and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight."<|quote|>"My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Spar... | you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do ... | with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remar... | pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "... | my office. Going to have him under my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cr... | pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"that this was merely an | merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as | the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|qu... | it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shal... | here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you wh... | to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was oblig... | my wing, ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby... | it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have ... | Hard Times |
"that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." | Josiah Bounderby | suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you."</|quote|>"You are very good indeed, | oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you."</|quote|>"You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking | But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"that this was ... | you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do w... | asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The n... | in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get... | ma'am." "Indeed? Rather young for that, is he not, sir?" Mrs. Sparsit's "sir," in addressing Mr. Bounderby, was a word of ceremony, rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the... | feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is no... | Hard Times |
"You are very good indeed, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | of even oversights towards you."<|quote|>"You are very good indeed, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her | aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you."<|quote|>"You are very good indeed, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. | not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you."<|quot... | because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conci... | Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lad... | the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you w... | rather exacting consideration for herself in the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ youn... | and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her ... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. | No speaker | are very good indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility.</|quote|>"It is not worth speaking | even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility.</|quote|>"It is not worth speaking of." Sissy, who all this | said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir,"<|quote|>r... | anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was... | in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come a... | ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high... | the use, than honouring him. "I'm not going to take him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by th... | and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the ... | Hard Times |
"It is not worth speaking of." | Mrs. Sparsit | head with her State humility.<|quote|>"It is not worth speaking of."</|quote|>Sissy, who all this time | returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility.<|quote|>"It is not worth speaking of."</|quote|>Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself | merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility.<|quo... | connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggest... | blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if... | luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is... | him at once; he is to finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it o... | affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees... | Hard Times |
Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: | No speaker | is not worth speaking of."<|quote|>Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus:</|quote|>"Jupe, I h... | with her State humility. "It is not worth speaking of."<|quote|>Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he procee... | Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not worth speaking of."<|quote|>Si... | of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderb... | to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your mo... | Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,... | finish his educational cramming before then," said Bounderby. "By the Lord Harry, he'll have enough of it, first and last! He'd open his eyes, that boy would, if he knew how empty of learning _my_ young maw was, at his time of life." Which, by the by, he probably did know, for he had heard of it often enough. "But it's... | experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must co... | Hard Times |
"Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the wh... | Thomas Gradgrind | ground, while he proceeded thus:<|quote|>"Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and yo... | with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus:<|quote|>"Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of y... | of." Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus:<|quote|>"Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you... | Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not worth speaking of." Sissy,... | make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what... | warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all the rest of it," said Mr. Bounderby. "Yes, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It ... | did know, for he had heard of it often enough. "But it's extraordinary the difficulty I have on scores of such subjects, in speaking to any one on equal terms. Here, for example, I have been speaking to you this morning about tumblers. Why, what do _you_ know about tumblers? At the time when, to have been a tumbler in ... | at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation of humility the very opposite of his, and therefore in no danger of jostling it. "You were in the tiptop fashion, and all ... | Hard Times |
"Yes, sir, very," | Cecilia Jupe | at present, ignorant, I know."<|quote|>"Yes, sir, very,"</|quote|>she answered, curtseying. "I shall | begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know."<|quote|>"Yes, sir, very,"</|quote|>she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing | this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know."<|quote|>"Yes, sir, very,"</|quote|>she answered, curtse... | with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late... | conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her... | a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustro... | the Italian Opera, ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong s... | confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhanceme... | Hard Times |
she answered, curtseying. | No speaker | I know." "Yes, sir, very,"<|quote|>she answered, curtseying.</|quote|>"I shall have the satisfaction | You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very,"<|quote|>she answered, curtseying.</|quote|>"I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be | Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very,"<|quote|>she answered, curtseying.</|quote|>"I shal... | upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and y... | this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humil... | the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderb... | ma'am, in white satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard b... | know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," ... | Hard Times |
"I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you ... | Thomas Gradgrind | sir, very," she answered, curtseying.<|quote|>"I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading... | present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying.<|quote|>"I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You hav... | but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying.<|quote|>"I shall have the satisfaction of cau... | while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to express... | an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not ... | the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the foll... | satin and jewels, a blaze of splendour, when I hadn't a penny to buy a link to light you." "I certainly, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, "was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age." "Egad, ma'am, so was I," said Bounderby, "with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement ... | former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this,... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. | No speaker | you among, I dare say?"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice.</|quote|>"Only to father and Merrylegs, | and those people I found you among, I dare say?"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice.</|quote|>"Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean | will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him bef... | the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into ... | herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the schoo... | The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a... | make, I assure you. People like you, ma'am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and hono... | hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby ha... | Hard Times |
"Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." | Cecilia Jupe | so, and dropping his voice.<|quote|>"Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there."</|quote|>"Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said | to him before he said so, and dropping his voice.<|quote|>"Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there."</|quote|>"Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing | of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice.<|quote|>"Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I... | From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive... | to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explai... | of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from ha... | have no idea _how_ hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. No, no, it's of no use my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessar... | the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in i... | Hard Times |
"Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," | Thomas Gradgrind | when Merrylegs was always there."<|quote|>"Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, with a | least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there."<|quote|>"Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask | habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there."<|quote|>"Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe,"</|quote|... | she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and... | upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and y... | any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But ... | my talking to _you_ about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate m... | Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. | No speaker | there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown.</|quote|>"I don't ask about him. | father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown.</|quote|>"I don't ask about him. I understand you to have | to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, with a pa... | shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you amo... | he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly und... | house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady... | about tumblers. I should speak of foreign dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes... | announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mr... | Hard Times |
"I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" | Thomas Gradgrind | Gradgrind, with a passing frown.<|quote|>"I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?"</|quote|>"O, yes, sir, thousands of | mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown.<|quote|>"I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?"</|quote|>"O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest | found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown.<|quote|>"I don't ask about him... | to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckon... | up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject... | in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most respectful manner. Now, I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you s... | dancers, and the West End of London, and May Fair, and lords and ladies and honourables." "I trust, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest i... | and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is ... | Hard Times |
"O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" | Cecilia Jupe | of reading to your father?"<|quote|>"O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!"</|quote|>It was only now when | have been in the habit of reading to your father?"<|quote|>"O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!"</|quote|>It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that | dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?"<|quote|>"O, yes, sir, thousands of t... | of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. ... | to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. Y... | button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," sa... | rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, with decent resignation, "it is not necessary that you should do anything of that kind. I hope I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that... | there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in her confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. ... | Hard Times |
It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. | No speaker | times we had together, sir!"<|quote|>It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her.</|quote|>"And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, | O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!"<|quote|>It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her.</|quote|>"And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, | "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!"<|quote|>It was only now when her sorrow broke o... | habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgri... | Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisf... | have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind... | I have learnt how to accommodate myself to the changes of life. If I have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to s... | make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again into any room in this house, you will make a short stay in it if you don't behave towards that lady in your most ... | Hard Times |
"And what," | Thomas Gradgrind | that Louisa looked at her.<|quote|>"And what,"</|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a | when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her.<|quote|>"And what,"</|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you | about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her.<|quote|>"And what,"</|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still l... | I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to hav... | expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living p... | But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely a... | have acquired an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah ... | Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr. Bounderby, and to his friend Tom Gradgrind, and also to Louisa; but in ... | Hard Times |
asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, | No speaker | looked at her. "And what,"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice,</|quote|>"did you read to your | sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what,"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice,</|quote|>"did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, | I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what,"<|quote|>asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice,</|quote|... | say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been ... | that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come ... | that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight.... | an interest in hearing of your instructive experiences, and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of ... | and, when you are not in attendance at the school, to employ you about Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to... | Hard Times |
"did you read to your father, Jupe?" | Thomas Gradgrind | in a still lower voice,<|quote|>"did you read to your father, Jupe?"</|quote|>"About the Fairies, sir, and | "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice,<|quote|>"did you read to your father, Jupe?"</|quote|>"About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, | habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice,<|quote|>"did you read to your father, Jupe?"</|quote|... | him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, ... | and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the adva... | and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are ... | and can scarcely hear enough of them, I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that yo... | had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not ... | Hard Times |
"About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," | Cecilia Jupe | read to your father, Jupe?"<|quote|>"About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies,"</|quote|>she sobbed out; "and about" | still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?"<|quote|>"About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies,"</|quote|>she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that | yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?"<|quote|>"About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and th... | his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were t... | any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you wi... | and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even o... | I claim no merit for that, since I believe it is a general sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, your... | who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know... | Hard Times |
she sobbed out; | No speaker | the Hunchback, and the Genies,"<|quote|>she sobbed out;</|quote|>"and about" "Hush!" said Mr. | sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies,"<|quote|>she sobbed out;</|quote|>"and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never | happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies,"<|quote|>she sobbed out;</|quote|>"and about" ... | father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It wa... | ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the hab... | Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Spar... | sentiment." "Well, ma'am," said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of lux... | confusion unluckily omitted Mrs. Sparsit. Observing this, the blustrous Bounderby had the following remarks to make: "Now, I tell you what, my girl. The name of that lady by the teapot, is Mrs. Sparsit. That lady acts as mistress of this house, and she is a highly connected lady. Consequently, if ever you come again in... | Hard Times |
"and about" | Cecilia Jupe | the Genies," she sobbed out;<|quote|>"and about"</|quote|>"Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that | Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out;<|quote|>"and about"</|quote|>"Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a | had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out;<|quote|>"and about"</|quote|>"Hush!" said Mr... | was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sor... | "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading t... | conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her... | said her patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," retu... | I don't care a button what you do to _me_, because I don't affect to be anybody. So far from having high connections I have no connections at all, and I come of the scum of the earth. But towards that lady, I do care what you do; and you shall do what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope,... | Hard Times |
"Hush!" | Thomas Gradgrind | she sobbed out; "and about"<|quote|>"Hush!"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is | the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about"<|quote|>"Hush!"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word | sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about"<|quote|>"Hush!"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "... | there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke o... | very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your fath... | "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State... | patron, "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs.... | Mrs. Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"that is enough. Never breathe | Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive | It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"that i... | "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that... | she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and... | this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humil... | "perhaps some people may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit... | an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not ... | Hard Times |
"that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." | Thomas Gradgrind | about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest."</|quote|>"Well," returned Mr. Bounderby, "I | Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest."</|quote|>"Well," returned Mr. Bounderby, "I have given you my opinion | now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"that is enough. Never breat... | Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. ... | "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you ... | an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I don't allow of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not ... | may be pleased to say that they do like to hear, in his own unpolished way, what Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown, has gone through. But you must confess that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her ... | what is deferential and respectful, or you shall not come here." "I hope, Bounderby," said Mr. Gradgrind, in a conciliatory voice, "that this was merely an oversight." "My friend Tom Gradgrind suggests, Mrs. Sparsit," said Bounderby, "that this was merely an oversight. Very likely. However, as you are aware, ma'am, I d... | Hard Times |
"Well," | Josiah Bounderby | shall observe it with interest."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby, "I have | for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby, "I have given you my opinion already, | "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>r... | yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchb... | the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At ... | of even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not worth speaking of." Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood l... | that you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of hi... | Gradgrind, who is rather an invalid. I have explained to Miss Louisa this is Miss Louisa the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignor... | Hard Times |
returned Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | observe it with interest." "Well,"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"I have given you my | rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." "Well,"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't | the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." "Well,"<|quote|>returned Mr. Boun... | sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, ... | advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At leas... | even oversights towards you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not worth speaking of." Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood look... | you were born in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his pos... | faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are not in attend... | Hard Times |
"I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't do as you do. But, very well, very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!" | Josiah Bounderby | interest." "Well," returned Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't do as you do. But, very well, very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!"</|quote|>So, Mr. Gradgrind and his | I shall observe it with interest." "Well," returned Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't do as you do. But, very well, very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!"</|quote|>So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off | and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." "Well," returned Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"I have giv... | times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," s... | training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father... | you." "You are very good indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, shaking her head with her State humility. "It is not worth speaking of." Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and... | in the lap of luxury, yourself. Come, ma'am, you know you were born in the lap of luxury." "I do not, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit with a shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And yo... | causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the advantages of the training you will receive. You will be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradg... | Hard Times |
So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET... | No speaker | bent upon it, _very_ well!"<|quote|>So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the ev... | very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!"<|quote|>So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of... | destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." "Well," returned Mr. Bounderby, "I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't do as you do. But, very well, very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!"<|quote|>So, Mr. Gradgrind and his d... | at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby... | you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand... | time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up my mind to take you into my house; and, when you are... | shake of her head, "deny it." Mr. Bounderby was obliged to get up from table, and stand with his back to the fire, looking at her; she was such an enhancement of his position. "And you were in crack society. Devilish high society," he said, warming his legs. "It is true, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, with an affectation... | "It is not worth speaking of." Sissy, who all this time had been faintly excusing herself with tears in her eyes, was now waved over by the master of the house to Mr. Gradgrind. She stood looking intently at him, and Louisa stood coldly by, with her eyes upon the ground, while he proceeded thus: "Jupe, I have made up m... | Hard Times |
"Tom, I wonder" | Louisa Bounderby | brother one day, by saying<|quote|>"Tom, I wonder"</|quote|>upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who | begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying<|quote|>"Tom, I wonder"</|quote|>upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped | her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying<|quote|>"Tom, I wonder"</|quote|>... | very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!" So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that re... | only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe ... | miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of c... | returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter... | and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times... | Hard Times |
upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said, | No speaker | by saying "Tom, I wonder"<|quote|>upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said,</|quote|>"Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay | with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder"<|quote|>upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said,</|quote|>"Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical | meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder"<|quote|>upon which Mr. Gradgrind, ... | you are bent upon it, _very_ well!" So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the ev... | her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such... | end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be stric... | with a kind of social widowhood upon her. "It is unquestionably true." Mr. Bounderby, bending himself at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe... | with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradg... | Hard Times |
"Louisa, never wonder!" | Thomas Gradgrind | into the light and said,<|quote|>"Louisa, never wonder!"</|quote|>Herein lay the spring of | the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said,<|quote|>"Louisa, never wonder!"</|quote|>Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery | strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said,<|quote|>"Louisa, never wond... | off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tu... | still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I sha... | subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with... | at the knees, literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she c... | I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, s... | Hard Times |
Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. Bring to me, says M'Choakumchild, yonder baby ... | No speaker | and said, "Louisa, never wonder!"<|quote|>Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. Brin... | stepped forth into the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!"<|quote|>Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything so... | again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!"<|quote|>Herein lay the ... | to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she w... | "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with ... | and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction of causing you to be strictly educated; and you will be a living proof to all who come into communication with you, of the adva... | literally embraced his legs in his great satisfaction and laughed aloud. Mr. and Miss Gradgrind being then announced, he received the former with a shake of the hand, and the latter with a kiss. "Can Jupe be sent here, Bounderby?" asked Mr. Gradgrind. Certainly. So Jupe was sent there. On coming in, she curtseyed to Mr... | the miserable but natural end of your late career; and you are to expressly understand that the whole of that subject is past, and is not to be referred to any more. From this time you begin your history. You are, at present, ignorant, I know." "Yes, sir, very," she answered, curtseying. "I shall have the satisfaction ... | Hard Times |
"I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," | Young Thomas | it yielded this unaccountable product.<|quote|>"I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you,"</|quote|>said the unnatural young Thomas | never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product.<|quote|>"I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you,"</|quote|>said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber | De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product.<|quote|>"I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it... | triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euc... | be smuggled and inveigled. But, all the bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the h... | to walk, there happened to be in Coketown a considerable population of babies who had been walking against time towards the infinite world, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years and more. These portentous infants being alarming creatures to stalk about in any human society, the eighteen denominations incessantly scratched... | be reclaimed and formed. You have been in the habit now of reading to your father, and those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." ... | Body number three, wrote leaden little books for them, showing how the good grown-up baby invariably got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pi... | Hard Times |
said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. | No speaker | I hate everybody except you,"<|quote|>said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight.</|quote|>"You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" | I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you,"<|quote|>said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight.</|quote|>"You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged | by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you,"<|quote|>said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind... | women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind ... | a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It... | against time towards the infinite world, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years and more. These portentous infants being alarming creatures to stalk about in any human society, the eighteen denominations incessantly scratched one another's faces and pulled one another's hair by way of agreeing on the steps to be taken for ... | those people I found you among, I dare say?" said Mr. Gradgrind, beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask ab... | the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. Br... | Hard Times |
"You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" | Louisa Bounderby | the hair-cutting chamber at twilight.<|quote|>"You don't hate Sissy, Tom?"</|quote|>"I hate to be obliged | unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight.<|quote|>"You don't hate Sissy, Tom?"</|quote|>"I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And | print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight.<|quote|>"You don't hate Sissy, Tom... | fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, ... | greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even the... | more. These portentous infants being alarming creatures to stalk about in any human society, the eighteen denominations incessantly scratched one another's faces and pulled one another's hair by way of agreeing on the steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happ... | beckoning her nearer to him before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to... | considerable population of babies who had been walking against time towards the infinite world, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years and more. These portentous infants being alarming creatures to stalk about in any human society, the eighteen denominations incessantly scratched one another's faces and pulled one another'... | Hard Times |
"I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," | Young Thomas | "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?"<|quote|>"I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me,"</|quote|>said Tom, moodily. "No, she | the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?"<|quote|>"I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me,"</|quote|>said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am | at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?"<|quote|>"I hate to be obliged... | more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out ... | what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering... | alarming creatures to stalk about in any human society, the eighteen denominations incessantly scratched one another's faces and pulled one another's hair by way of agreeing on the steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end ... | before he said so, and dropping his voice. "Only to father and Merrylegs, sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir,... | stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. Bring to me, says M'Choakumchild, yonder baby just able to walk, and I will engage that it shall never wonder. Now, besides very many ... | Hard Times |
said Tom, moodily. | No speaker | Jupe. And she hates me,"<|quote|>said Tom, moodily.</|quote|>"No, she does not, Tom, | be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me,"<|quote|>said Tom, moodily.</|quote|>"No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," | this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me,"<|quote|>said Tom, moodily.</|quote|>... | own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, ... | tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fea... | scratched one another's faces and pulled one another's hair by way of agreeing on the steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconce... | sir. At least I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we h... | bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a ... | Hard Times |
"No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" | Louisa Bounderby | hates me," said Tom, moodily.<|quote|>"No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!"</|quote|>"She must," said Tom. "She | call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily.<|quote|>"No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!"</|quote|>"She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest | "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily.<|quote|>"No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!"</... | De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altoget... | flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and ... | faces and pulled one another's hair by way of agreeing on the steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially incon... | I mean to father, when Merrylegs was always there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, s... | was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melanc... | Hard Times |
"She must," | Young Thomas | not, Tom, I am sure!"<|quote|>"She must,"</|quote|>said Tom. "She must just | Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!"<|quote|>"She must,"</|quote|>said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole | hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!"<|quote|>"She must,"</|quote|>said Tom. "... | and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said... | which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives an... | of agreeing on the steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on ... | there." "Never mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke o... | grown-up baby invariably got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies to be smuggl... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | I am sure!" "She must,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"She must just hate and | "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of | altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"She must... | to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatu... | diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths ... | on the steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point th... | mind Merrylegs, Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa... | rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hop... | Hard Times |
"She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." | Young Thomas | sure!" "She must," said Tom.<|quote|>"She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am."</|quote|>Young Thomas expressed these sentiments | does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom.<|quote|>"She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am."</|quote|>Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair | I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom.<|quote|>"She must just hate and detest the... | on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural yo... | got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common m... | steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that thes... | Jupe," said Mr. Gradgrind, with a passing frown. "I don't ask about him. I understand you to have been in the habit of reading to your father?" "O, yes, sir, thousands of times. They were the happiest O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. ... | years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason wi... | Hard Times |
Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. | No speaker | as heavy as I am."<|quote|>Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth.</|quote|>"A... | as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am."<|quote|>Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the... | moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am."<|quote|>Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of... | product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" ... | struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, ins... | (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said they must take everything on trust. Body number two, said they must take everything on political economy. Body number three, wrote leaden little books for them, showing how the go... | O, of all the happy times we had together, sir!" It was only now when her sorrow broke out, that Louisa looked at her. "And what," asked Mr. Gradgrind, in a still lower voice, "did you read to your father, Jupe?" "About the Fairies, sir, and the Dwarf, and the Hunchback, and the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hu... | never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. Bring to me, says M'Choakumchil... | Hard Times |
"As to me," | Young Thomas | they dropped upon the hearth.<|quote|>"As to me,"</|quote|>said Tom, tumbling his hair | at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth.<|quote|>"As to me,"</|quote|>said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with | expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth.<|quote|>"As to me,"</|quote|>said Tom, tumbling his... | she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fi... | Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether... | grown-up baby invariably got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies to be smuggl... | the Genies," she sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." "Well," returned Mr. Bounderby, "I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't do ... | shall never wonder. Now, besides very many babies just able to walk, there happened to be in Coketown a considerable population of babies who had been walking against time towards the infinite world, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years and more. These portentous infants being alarming creatures to stalk about in any hum... | Hard Times |
said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, | No speaker | the hearth. "As to me,"<|quote|>said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands,</|quote|>"I am a Donkey, that's | sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me,"<|quote|>said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands,</|quote|>"I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am | sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me,"<|quote|>said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his su... | Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his a... | bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate ... | got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies to be smuggled and inveigled. But, al... | sobbed out; "and about" "Hush!" said Mr. Gradgrind, "that is enough. Never breathe a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." "Well," returned Mr. Bounderby, "I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't do as you do. But, v... | these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, m... | Hard Times |
"I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." | Young Thomas | ways with his sulky hands,<|quote|>"I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one."</|quote|>"Not me, I hope, Tom?" | his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands,<|quote|>"I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one."</|quote|>"Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt | back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands,<|quote|>"I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate ... | detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat... | by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the ... | number four, under dreary pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies to be smuggled and inveigled. But, all the bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown,... | a word of such destructive nonsense any more. Bounderby, this is a case for rigid training, and I shall observe it with interest." "Well," returned Mr. Bounderby, "I have given you my opinion already, and I shouldn't do as you do. But, very well, very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!" So, Mr. Gradgrind an... | forty, fifty years and more. These portentous infants being alarming creatures to stalk about in any human society, the eighteen denominations incessantly scratched one another's faces and pulled one another's hair by way of agreeing on the steps to be taken for their improvement which they never did; a surprising circ... | Hard Times |
"Not me, I hope, Tom?" | Louisa Bounderby | like to kick like one."<|quote|>"Not me, I hope, Tom?"</|quote|>"No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt | as one, and I should like to kick like one."<|quote|>"Not me, I hope, Tom?"</|quote|>"No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception | to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one."<|quote|>"Not me, I hope, Tom?"</|quote|>"No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exc... | these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways wi... | sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," sai... | and inveigled. But, all the bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean... | I shouldn't do as you do. But, very well, very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!" So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyeb... | adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said they must take everything on trust. Body n... | Hard Times |
"No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," | Young Thomas | "Not me, I hope, Tom?"<|quote|>"No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail,"</|quote|>Tom had paused to find | like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?"<|quote|>"No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail,"</|quote|>Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive | his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?"<|quote|>"No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know... | a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, ... | I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just ... | bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, whic... | do. But, very well, very well. Since you are bent upon it, _very_ well!" So, Mr. Gradgrind and his daughter took Cecilia Jupe off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in ... | they must take everything on trust. Body number two, said they must take everything on political economy. Body number three, wrote leaden little books for them, showing how the good grown-up baby invariably got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pre... | Hard Times |
Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, | No speaker | this jolly old Jaundiced Jail,"<|quote|>Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one,</|quote|>"would be without you." "Indeed, | first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail,"<|quote|>Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one,</|quote|>"would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and | one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail,"<|quote|>Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive na... | darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, an... | don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as w... | tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these reade... | off with them to Stone Lodge, and on the way Louisa never spoke one word, good or bad. And Mr. Bounderby went about his daily pursuits. And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tu... | pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies to be smuggled and inveigled. But, all the bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access w... | Hard Times |
"would be without you." | Young Thomas | strong alliteration of this one,<|quote|>"would be without you."</|quote|>"Indeed, Tom? Do you really | for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one,<|quote|>"would be without you."</|quote|>"Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, | hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one,<|quote|>"would be without you."</|quote|>"... | of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundic... | Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky fac... | ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of com... | her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gr... | number three, wrote leaden little books for them, showing how the good grown-up baby invariably got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfall... | Hard Times |
"Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" | Louisa Bounderby | one, "would be without you."<|quote|>"Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?"</|quote|>"Why, of course I do. | the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you."<|quote|>"Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?"</|quote|>"Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking | an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you."<|quote|>"Indeed, Tom? Do you really a... | sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had... | hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His s... | depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and wome... | in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening. CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person... | to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening ci... | Hard Times |
"Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" | Young Thomas | really and truly say so?"<|quote|>"Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!"</|quote|>returned Tom, chafing his face | you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?"<|quote|>"Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!"</|quote|>returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if | what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?"<|quote|>"Why, of course I do. Wha... | am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary ... | bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, n... | disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hou... | CHAPTER VIII NEVER WONDER LET us strike the key-note again, before pursuing the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and ... | although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said they must take everything on trust. Body number two, said they must take everything on political ec... | Hard Times |
returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. | No speaker | use of talking about it!"<|quote|>returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit.</|quote|>"Because, Tom," said his sister, | course I do. What's the use of talking about it!"<|quote|>returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit.</|quote|>"Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks | sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!"<|quote|>returned Tom, chafing his fa... | one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seeme... | Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dr... | wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves... | the tune. When she was half a dozen years younger, Louisa had been overheard to begin a conversation with her brother one day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art an... | which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circu... | Hard Times |
"Because, Tom," | Louisa Bounderby | in unison with his spirit.<|quote|>"Because, Tom,"</|quote|>said his sister, after silently | his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit.<|quote|>"Because, Tom,"</|quote|>said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as | of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit.<|quote|>"Because, Tom,"</|quote|>said his sister, after sil... | Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "I... | chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, th... | sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comfo... | day, by saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By m... | seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the... | Hard Times |
said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, | No speaker | with his spirit. "Because, Tom,"<|quote|>said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile,</|quote|>"as I get older, and | and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom,"<|quote|>said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile,</|quote|>"as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often | one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom,"<|quote|>said his sister, after silently watching th... | wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, ... | the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_... | lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Golds... | saying "Tom, I wonder" upon which Mr. Gradgrind, who was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of ... | at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call... | Hard Times |
"as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing ... | Louisa Bounderby | silently watching the sparks awhile,<|quote|>"as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to li... | Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile,<|quote|>"as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I ... | really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile,<|quote|>"as I get older, and nearer growi... | at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of c... | his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more ... | sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever... | was the person overhearing, stepped forth into the light and said, "Louisa, never wonder!" Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, ... | the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young... | Hard Times |
"Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," | Young Thomas | about, when you are tired."<|quote|>"Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am,"</|quote|>said Tom, desperately. "It's a | relief to you to talk about, when you are tired."<|quote|>"Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am,"</|quote|>said Tom, despera... | I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired."<|quote|>"Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which... | his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you s... | hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do y... | and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the who... | of babies who had been walking against time towards the infinite world, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years and more. These portentous infants being alarming creatures to stalk about in any human society, the eighteen denominations incessantly scratched one another's faces and pulled one another's hair by way of agreein... | altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and de... | Hard Times |
said Tom, desperately. | No speaker | Mule. And so I am,"<|quote|>said Tom, desperately.</|quote|>"It's a great pity," said | reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am,"<|quote|>said Tom, desperately.</|quote|>"It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and | am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am,"<|quote|>said Tom, desperately.</|quote|>"It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking... | sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was deter... | Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growin... | detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat... | their improvement which they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were... | chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, th... | Hard Times |
"It's a great pity," | Louisa Bounderby | I am," said Tom, desperately.<|quote|>"It's a great pity,"</|quote|>said Louisa, after another pause, | be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately.<|quote|>"It's a great pity,"</|quote|>said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of | as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately.<|quote|>"It's a great pity,"</|quote|>said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfu... | I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make... | and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often ... | set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker co... | they never did; a surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body n... | working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy,... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: | No speaker | desperately. "It's a great pity,"<|quote|>said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner:</|quote|>"it's a great pity, Tom. | so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity,"<|quote|>said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner:</|quote|>"it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both | respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity,"<|quote|>said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corn... | you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Pri... | "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here,... | bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, n... | surprising circumstance, when the happy adaptation of the means to the end is considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said th... | Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never could make out how it yielded this unaccountable product. "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber ... | Hard Times |
"it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." | Louisa Bounderby | out of her dark corner:<|quote|>"it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us."</|quote|>"Oh! You," said Tom; "you | another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner:<|quote|>"it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us."</|quote|>"Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and | determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner:<|quote|>"it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of... | sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, ... | Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you t... | she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped up... | considered. Still, although they differed in every other particular, conceivable and inconceivable (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said they must take everything on trust. Body number two, said they must take everyth... | and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to th... | Hard Times |
"Oh! You," | Young Thomas | unfortunate for both of us."<|quote|>"Oh! You,"</|quote|>said Tom; "you are a | great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us."<|quote|>"Oh! You,"</|quote|>said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl | am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us."<|quote|>"Oh! You,"</|quote|>said Tom; "you are a girl, ... | or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's ... | flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other gir... | Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hai... | (especially inconceivable), they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said they must take everything on trust. Body number two, said they must take everything on political economy. Body number three, wrote leaden little books for them, showing how the go... | except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. The... | Hard Times |
said Tom; | No speaker | both of us." "Oh! You,"<|quote|>said Tom;</|quote|>"you are a girl, Loo, | Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You,"<|quote|>said Tom;</|quote|>"you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out | a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You,"<|quote|>said Tom;</|quote|>"you are a girl, Loo, an... | relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a gre... | have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I ... | expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner ... | they were pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said they must take everything on trust. Body number two, said they must take everything on political economy. Body number three, wrote leaden little books for them, showing how the good grown-up baby invariably ... | "I am sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must... | Hard Times |
"you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." | Young Thomas | us." "Oh! You," said Tom;<|quote|>"you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like."</|quote|>"You are a dear brother, | very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom;<|quote|>"you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like."</|quote|>"You are a dear brother, Tom; and whil... | why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom;<|quote|>"you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes ou... | you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," ... | in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't pl... | sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his... | pretty well united on the point that these unlucky infants were never to wonder. Body number one, said they must take everything on trust. Body number two, said they must take everything on political economy. Body number three, wrote leaden little books for them, showing how the good grown-up baby invariably got to the... | at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, ... | Hard Times |
"You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." | Louisa Bounderby | lead me as you like."<|quote|>"You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it."</|quote|>She came and kissed him, | place and you can always lead me as you like."<|quote|>"You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it."</|quote|>She came and kissed him, and went back into her | us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like."<|quote|>"You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I do... | I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl... | than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad ... | upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an... | how the good grown-up baby invariably got to the Savings-bank, and the bad grown-up baby invariably got transported. Body number four, under dreary pretences of being droll (when it was very melancholy indeed), made the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies... | unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to... | Hard Times |
She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. | No speaker | am very sorry for it."<|quote|>She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again.</|quote|>"I wish I could collect | do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it."<|quote|>She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again.</|quote|>"I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear | have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it."<|quote|>She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again.</|quo... | out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "... | I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, wh... | am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the pare... | the shallowest pretences of concealing pitfalls of knowledge, into which it was the duty of these babies to be smuggled and inveigled. But, all the bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the peo... | his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or s... | Hard Times |
"I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," | Young Thomas | back into her corner again.<|quote|>"I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about,"</|quote|>said Tom, spitefully setting his | and kissed him, and went back into her corner again.<|quote|>"I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about,"</|quote|>said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, | me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again.<|quote|>"I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about,"</|quo... | unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do s... | it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said T... | and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment b... | the duty of these babies to be smuggled and inveigled. But, all the bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements pe... | off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at hi... | Hard Times |
said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, | No speaker | we hear so much about,"<|quote|>said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth,</|quote|>"and all the Figures, and | could collect all the Facts we hear so much about,"<|quote|>said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth,</|quote|>"and all the Figures, and all the people who found | think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about,"<|quote|>said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth,</|quote|>"and all the Figu... | Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know b... | when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after ... | "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you... | bodies agreed that they were never to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, whic... | hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had pause... | Hard Times |
"and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." | Young Thomas | Tom, spitefully setting his teeth,<|quote|>"and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge."</|quote|>"Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, | hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth,<|quote|>"and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge."</|quote|>"Your revenge... | I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth,<|quote|>"and all the Figures, and all the people who found the... | of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very so... | more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking tho... | I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really an... | to wonder. There was a library in Coketown, to which general access was easy. Mr. Gradgrind greatly tormented his mind about what the people read in this library: a point whereon little rivers of tabular statements periodically flowed into the howling ocean of tabular statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in... | seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his ... | Hard Times |
"Your revenge, Tom?" | Louisa Bounderby | Bounderby, I'll have my revenge."<|quote|>"Your revenge, Tom?"</|quote|>"I mean, I'll enjoy myself | go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge."<|quote|>"Your revenge, Tom?"</|quote|>"I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about | said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge."<|quote|>"Your revenge, Tom?"</|quote|>"I mean, I'll... | think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the ... | reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy ... | alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silentl... | statements, which no diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, ... | obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressi... | Hard Times |
"I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." | Young Thomas | my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?"<|quote|>"I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up."</|quote|>"But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, | with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?"<|quote|>"I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up."</|quote|>"But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as | setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?"<|quote|>"I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go... | do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who f... | be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't m... | one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks... | diver ever got to any depth in and came up sane. It was a disheartening circumstance, but a melancholy fact, that even these readers persisted in wondering. They wondered about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths ... | lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, ... | Hard Times |
"But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." | Louisa Bounderby | I have been brought up."<|quote|>"But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind."</|quote|>"Oh!" said Tom, laughing; "I | for the way in which I have been brought up."<|quote|>"But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind."</|quote|>"Oh!" said Tom, laughing; "I don't mind that. I shall | blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up."<|quote|>"But don't disappoint yourself befor... | back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with... | great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and... | his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better... | about human nature, human passions, human hopes and fears, the struggles, triumphs and defeats, the cares and joys and sorrows, the lives and deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, mor... | the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo... | Hard Times |
"Oh!" | Young Thomas | and not half so kind."<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>said Tom, laughing; "I don't | is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind."<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>said Tom, laughing; "I don't mind that. I shall very | I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind."<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>said Tom,... | teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see somet... | out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am ver... | sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as... | deaths of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than ... | on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate a... | Hard Times |
said Tom, laughing; | No speaker | not half so kind." "Oh!"<|quote|>said Tom, laughing;</|quote|>"I don't mind that. I | a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!"<|quote|>said Tom, laughing;</|quote|>"I don't mind that. I shall very well know how | enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!"<|quote|>said Tom, laughing;</|q... | "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, a... | of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very so... | after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to ligh... | of common men and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cock... | "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. ... | Hard Times |
"I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!" | Young Thomas | kind." "Oh!" said Tom, laughing;<|quote|>"I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!"</|quote|>Their shadows were defined upon | rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" said Tom, laughing;<|quote|>"I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!"</|quote|>Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of | little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" said Tom, laughing;<|quote|>"I don't mind that... | Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear somet... | than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." ... | the sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I nev... | and women! They sometimes, after fifteen hours' work, sat down to read mere fables about men and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgr... | girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom,... | Hard Times |
Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their sub... | No speaker | manage and smooth old Bounderby!"<|quote|>Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have... | very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!"<|quote|>Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have... | in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" said Tom, laughing; "I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!"<|quote|>Their shadows were defined up... | thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up.... | have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I cou... | and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a re... | and women, more or less like themselves, and about children, more or less like their own. They took De Foe to their bosoms, instead of Euclid, and seemed to be on the whole more comforted by Goldsmith than by Cocker. Mr. Gradgrind was for ever working, in print and out of print, at this eccentric sum, and he never coul... | any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mul... | Hard Times |
"What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" | Louisa Bounderby | lowering association with their future.<|quote|>"What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?"</|quote|>"Oh!" said Tom, "if it | their subject, and of its lowering association with their future.<|quote|>"What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?"</|quote|>"Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not | on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future.<|quote|>"What is your great mode of smoothing and man... | is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" said Tom, laughing; "I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!" Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother an... | we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mea... | to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity... | sick of my life, Loo. I, hate it altogether, and I hate everybody except you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," sai... | sparks awhile, "as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can't reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don't know what other girls know. I can't play to you, or sing to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never s... | Hard Times |
"Oh!" | Young Thomas | Tom? Is it a secret?"<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>said Tom, "if it is | mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?"<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far | overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?"<|quote|>"Oh!"</|quote|>said Tom, "if it is a ... | "I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!" Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if suc... | Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear somet... | I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully o... | you," said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bo... | not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate ... | Hard Times |
said Tom, | No speaker | Is it a secret?" "Oh!"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"if it is a secret, | of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's | by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"if it is a secret, i... | don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!" Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such t... | and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'l... | am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out... | said the unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother h... | can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collec... | Hard Times |
"if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," | Young Thomas | a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom,<|quote|>"if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him,"</|quote|>"My sister Loo will be | and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom,<|quote|>"if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him,"</|quote|>"My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. | dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom,<|quote|>"if it is a secret, it's not far of... | that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!" Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason coul... | the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recomp... | bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of he... | unnatural young Thomas Gradgrind in the hair-cutting chamber at twilight. "You don't hate Sissy, Tom?" "I hate to be obliged to call her Jupe. And she hates me," said Tom, moodily. "No, she does not, Tom, I am sure!" "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head o... | I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined to make me either a Prig or a Mule, and I am not a Prig, why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pit... | Hard Times |
"My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." | No speaker | I shall say to him,"<|quote|>"My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this."</|quote|>"That'll bring him about, or | me what I don't like, I shall say to him,"<|quote|>"My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this."</|quote|>"That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for | smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him,"<|quote|>"My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She alwa... | ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "O... | revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" sa... | I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I ... | "She must," said Tom. "She must just hate and detest the whole set-out of us. They'll bother her head off, I think, before they have done with her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, ... | much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enj... | Hard Times |
"That'll bring him about, or nothing will." | Young Thomas | easier with me than this."<|quote|>"That'll bring him about, or nothing will."</|quote|>After waiting for some answering | was sure you would be easier with me than this."<|quote|>"That'll bring him about, or nothing will."</|quote|>After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom | you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this."<|quote|>"That'll bring him about, or nothing will."</|quote|>After wai... | it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to... | have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" said Tom, laughing; "I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!" Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but th... | dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a d... | her. Already she's getting as pale as wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as th... | it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it bette... | Hard Times |
After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: | No speaker | him about, or nothing will."<|quote|>After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked:</|quote|>"Have you gone to sleep, | me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will."<|quote|>After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked:</|quote... | for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will."<|quote|>After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, ... | their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I sh... | yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" said Tom, laughing; "I don't mind that. I shall very well know how to manage and smooth old Bounderby!" Their shadows were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all ... | It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think ... | wax, and as heavy as I am." Young Thomas expressed these sentiments sitting astride of a chair before the fire, with his arms on the back, and his sulky face on his arms. His sister sat in the darker corner by the fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me,... | unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do s... | Hard Times |
"Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" | Young Thomas | suddenly looked up, and asked:<|quote|>"Have you gone to sleep, Loo?"</|quote|>"No, Tom. I am looking | more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked:<|quote|>"Have you gone to sleep, Loo?"</|quote|>"No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem | this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked:<|quote|>"Have you gone ... | pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for som... | were defined upon the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of i... | can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collec... | fireside, now looking at him, now looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to ki... | why, it stands to reason, I must be a Mule. And so I am," said Tom, desperately. "It's a great pity," said Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it ... | Hard Times |
"No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." | Louisa Bounderby | you gone to sleep, Loo?"<|quote|>"No, Tom. I am looking at the fire."</|quote|>"You seem to find more | looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?"<|quote|>"No, Tom. I am looking at the fire."</|quote|>"You seem to find more to look at in it | nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?"<|quote|>"No, Tom. I am looki... | do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting no... | those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with the... | you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much a... | looking at the bright sparks as they dropped upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom... | Louisa, after another pause, and speaking thoughtfully out of her dark corner: "it's a great pity, Tom. It's very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten eve... | Hard Times |
"You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," | Young Thomas | am looking at the fire."<|quote|>"You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Another of the | sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire."<|quote|>"You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being | and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire."<|quote|>"You seem to find more to look at in it... | me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the pre... | were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of... | "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting h... | upon the hearth. "As to me," said Tom, tumbling his hair all manner of ways with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an... | to you. I can't talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired." "Well, no more do I. I am as bad as you in that respect; and I am a Mule too, which you're not. If father was determined... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | than ever I could find,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Another of the advantages, I | to look at in it than ever I could find,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." | and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a ... | hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of... | and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a s... | I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: a... | with his sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail,... | always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," s... | Hard Times |
"Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." | Young Thomas | I could find," said Tom.<|quote|>"Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl."</|quote|>"Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, | at in it than ever I could find," said Tom.<|quote|>"Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl."</|quote|>"Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, | the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom.<|quote|>"Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl."</|quote|>"To... | disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chai... | were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's... | so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wis... | sulky hands, "I am a Donkey, that's what _I_ am. I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had... | we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mea... | Hard Times |
"Tom," | Louisa Bounderby | suppose, of being a girl."<|quote|>"Tom,"</|quote|>enquired his sister, slowly, and | "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl."<|quote|>"Tom,"</|quote|>enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as | and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl."<|quote|>"Tom,"</|quote|>enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious ... | was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly loo... | if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his... | Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under th... | I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and ... | room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mo... | Hard Times |
enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, | No speaker | of being a girl." "Tom,"<|quote|>enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there,</|quote|>"do you look forward with | of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom,"<|quote|>enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there,</|quote|>"do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change | more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom,"<|quote|>enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if s... | sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked ... | such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his fa... | and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, a... | am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one." "Not me, I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and ex... | such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What is your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his fa... | Hard Times |
"do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?" | Louisa Bounderby | not quite plainly written there,<|quote|>"do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?"</|quote|>"Why, there's one thing to | the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there,<|quote|>"do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?"</|quote|>"Why, there's one thing to be said of it," returned | look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there,<|quote|>"do you look forward with any satisfaction to this c... | into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and about the rails of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of... | your great mode of smoothing and managing, Tom? Is it a secret?" "Oh!" said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderb... | so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll ... | I hope, Tom?" "No, Loo; I wouldn't hurt _you_. I made an exception of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would ... | presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with their future. "What i... | Hard Times |
"Why, there's one thing to be said of it," | Young Thomas | this change to Mr. Bounderby's?"<|quote|>"Why, there's one thing to be said of it,"</|quote|>returned Tom, pushing his chair | forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?"<|quote|>"Why, there's one thing to be said of it,"</|quote|>returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up; | the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, "do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?"<|quote|>"Why, there's one thing to be said... | of his chair, and rumpled his head more and more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, sl... | said Tom, "if it is a secret, it's not far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me ... | and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'l... | of you at first. I don't know what this jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Wh... | the wall, but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering associ... | Hard Times |
returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up; | No speaker | to be said of it,"<|quote|>returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up;</|quote|>"it will be getting away | Bounderby's?" "Why, there's one thing to be said of it,"<|quote|>returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up;</|quote|>"it will be getting away from home." "There is one | enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, "do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?" "Why, there's one thing to be said of it,"<|quote|>returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, a... | more, until he suddenly looked up, and asked: "Have you gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were ... | far off. It's you. You are his little pet, you are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, o... | I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I ... | jolly old Jaundiced Jail," Tom had paused to find a sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of tal... | of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very so... | Hard Times |
"it will be getting away from home." | Young Thomas | from him, and standing up;<|quote|>"it will be getting away from home."</|quote|>"There is one thing to | returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up;<|quote|>"it will be getting away from home."</|quote|>"There is one thing to be said of it," Louisa | if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, "do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?" "Why, there's one thing to be said of it," returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up;<|quote|>"it will be getting away from home."</|... | gone to sleep, Loo?" "No, Tom. I am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite... | are his favourite; he'll do anything for you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answeri... | under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourse... | sufficiently complimentary and expressive name for the parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on hi... | corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we hear so much about," said Tom, spitefully setting his teeth, "and all the Figures, and all the people who found them out: and I wish I could put a thousand barrels of gunpowder under them, and blow them all up together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby... | Hard Times |
"There is one thing to be said of it," | Louisa Bounderby | be getting away from home."<|quote|>"There is one thing to be said of it,"</|quote|>Louisa repeated in her former | and standing up; "it will be getting away from home."<|quote|>"There is one thing to be said of it,"</|quote|>Louisa repeated in her former curious tone; "it will be | in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, "do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?" "Why, there's one thing to be said of it," returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up; "it will be getting away from home."<|quote|>"There is one thing to be said of it,... | am looking at the fire." "You seem to find more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, "do you l... | you. When he says to me what I don't like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily ... | together! However, when I go to live with old Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby... | parental roof, and seemed to relieve his mind for a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it ... | very unfortunate for both of us." "Oh! You," said Tom; "you are a girl, Loo, and a girl comes out of it better than a boy does. I don't miss anything in you. You are the only pleasure I have you can brighten even this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can... | Hard Times |
Louisa repeated in her former curious tone; | No speaker | to be said of it,"<|quote|>Louisa repeated in her former curious tone;</|quote|>"it will be getting away | home." "There is one thing to be said of it,"<|quote|>Louisa repeated in her former curious tone;</|quote|>"it will be getting away from home. Yes." "Not but | written there, "do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?" "Why, there's one thing to be said of it," returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up; "it will be getting away from home." "There is one thing to be said of it,"<|quote|>Louisa repeated in her former curious to... | more to look at in it than ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, "do you look forward with any satisfaction to this c... | like, I shall say to him," "My sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and t... | Bounderby, I'll have my revenge." "Your revenge, Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal ... | a moment by the strong alliteration of this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said hi... | but those of the high presses in the room were all blended together on the wall and on the ceiling, as if the brother and sister were overhung by a dark cavern. Or, a fanciful imagination if such treason could have been there might have made it out to be the shadow of their subject, and of its lowering association with... | Hard Times |
"it will be getting away from home. Yes." | Louisa Bounderby | in her former curious tone;<|quote|>"it will be getting away from home. Yes."</|quote|>"Not but what I shall | said of it," Louisa repeated in her former curious tone;<|quote|>"it will be getting away from home. Yes."</|quote|>"Not but what I shall be very unwilling, both to | any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?" "Why, there's one thing to be said of it," returned Tom, pushing his chair from him, and standing up; "it will be getting away from home." "There is one thing to be said of it," Louisa repeated in her former curious tone;<|quote|>"it will be getting away from home. Y... | ever I could find," said Tom. "Another of the advantages, I suppose, of being a girl." "Tom," enquired his sister, slowly, and in a curious tone, as if she were reading what she asked in the fire, and it was not quite plainly written there, "do you look forward with any satisfaction to this change to Mr. Bounderby's?" ... | sister Loo will be hurt and disappointed, Mr. Bounderby. She always used to tell me she was sure you would be easier with me than this." "That'll bring him about, or nothing will." After waiting for some answering remark, and getting none, Tom wearily relapsed into the present time, and twined himself yawning round and... | Tom?" "I mean, I'll enjoy myself a little, and go about and see something, and hear something. I'll recompense myself for the way in which I have been brought up." "But don't disappoint yourself beforehand, Tom. Mr. Bounderby thinks as father thinks, and is a great deal rougher, and not half so kind." "Oh!" said Tom, l... | this one, "would be without you." "Indeed, Tom? Do you really and truly say so?" "Why, of course I do. What's the use of talking about it!" returned Tom, chafing his face on his coat-sleeve, as if to mortify his flesh, and have it in unison with his spirit. "Because, Tom," said his sister, after silently watching the s... | this place and you can always lead me as you like." "You are a dear brother, Tom; and while you think I can do such things, I don't so much mind knowing better. Though I do know better, Tom, and am very sorry for it." She came and kissed him, and went back into her corner again. "I wish I could collect all the Facts we... | Hard Times |
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