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"I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" | Louisa Bounderby | more about him," said Louisa,<|quote|>"I will never ask you again. Where did you live?"</|quote|>"We travelled about the country, | he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa,<|quote|>"I will never ask you again. Where did you live?"</|quote|>"We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place | knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa,<|quote|>"I will never ask you again. Where did you live?"</|quote|>"We travelle... | As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have l... | answered Sissy, upon this encouragement, shaking her head; "father knows very little indeed. It's as much as he can do to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy mad... | that in a given time a hundred thousand persons went to sea on long voyages, and only five hundred of them were drowned or burnt to death. What is the percentage? And I said, Miss;" here Sissy fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing,... | by-and-by. "You don't know," said Sissy, half crying, "what a stupid girl I am. All through school hours I make mistakes. Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild call me up, over and over again, regularly to make mistakes. I can't help them. They seem to come natural to me." "Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild never make any mistakes the... | a great mistake of yours," observed Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa, I know it was, now. Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me again. And he said, This schoolroom is an immense town, and in it there are a million of inhabitants, and only five-and-twenty are starved to death in the streets, in the course of a year. Wha... | Hard Times |
"We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" | Cecilia Jupe | again. Where did you live?"<|quote|>"We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;"</|quote|>Sissy whispered the awful word, | "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?"<|quote|>"We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;"</|quote|>Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To make the | my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?"<|quote|>"We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to l... | for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hea... | very little indeed. It's as much as he can do to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your fat... | to sea on long voyages, and only five hundred of them were drowned or burnt to death. What is the percentage? And I said, Miss;" here Sissy fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relations and friends of the people who ... | stupid girl I am. All through school hours I make mistakes. Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild call me up, over and over again, regularly to make mistakes. I can't help them. They seem to come natural to me." "Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild never make any mistakes themselves, I suppose, Sissy?" "O no!" she eagerly returned. "The... | my remark was for I couldn't think of a better one that I thought it must be just as hard upon those who were starved, whether the others were a million, or a million million. And that was wrong, too." "Of course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "S... | Hard Times |
Sissy whispered the awful word, | No speaker | to live in. Father's a;"<|quote|>Sissy whispered the awful word,</|quote|>"a clown." "To make the | and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;"<|quote|>Sissy whispered the awful word,</|quote|>"a clown." "To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with | almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;"<|quote|>Sissy whispered the awful word,</|quote|>... | We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till ... | than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wande... | to death. What is the percentage? And I said, Miss;" here Sissy fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relations and friends of the people who were killed. I shall never learn," said Sissy. "And the worst of all is, tha... | call me up, over and over again, regularly to make mistakes. I can't help them. They seem to come natural to me." "Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild never make any mistakes themselves, I suppose, Sissy?" "O no!" she eagerly returned. "They know everything." "Tell me some of your mistakes." "I am almost ashamed," said Sissy, ... | so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa," ans... | Hard Times |
"a clown." | Cecilia Jupe | Sissy whispered the awful word,<|quote|>"a clown."</|quote|>"To make the people laugh?" | to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word,<|quote|>"a clown."</|quote|>"To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod | He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word,<|quote|>"a clown."</|quote|>"To make the people laugh?"... | from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me mo... | do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to h... | percentage? And I said, Miss;" here Sissy fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relations and friends of the people who were killed. I shall never learn," said Sissy. "And the worst of all is, that although my poor fat... | over again, regularly to make mistakes. I can't help them. They seem to come natural to me." "Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild never make any mistakes themselves, I suppose, Sissy?" "O no!" she eagerly returned. "They know everything." "Tell me some of your mistakes." "I am almost ashamed," said Sissy, with reluctance. "But... | were a million, or a million million. And that was wrong, too." "Of course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the s... | Hard Times |
"To make the people laugh?" | Louisa Bounderby | the awful word, "a clown."<|quote|>"To make the people laugh?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with a nod | in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown."<|quote|>"To make the people laugh?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they | not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown."<|quote|>"To make the people laugh?"</|quote|>said Lo... | time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about h... | read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an... | I said, Miss;" here Sissy fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relations and friends of the people who were killed. I shall never learn," said Sissy. "And the worst of all is, that although my poor father wished me so... | regularly to make mistakes. I can't help them. They seem to come natural to me." "Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild never make any mistakes themselves, I suppose, Sissy?" "O no!" she eagerly returned. "They know everything." "Tell me some of your mistakes." "I am almost ashamed," said Sissy, with reluctance. "But to-day, for... | in the figures at all," said Sissy, wiping her eyes. "That was a great mistake of yours," observed Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa, I know it was, now. Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me again. And he said, This schoolroom is an immense town, and in it there are a million of inhabitants, and only five-and-twenty ar... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. | No speaker | "To make the people laugh?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence.</|quote|>"Yes. But they wouldn't laugh | the awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence.</|quote|>"Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. | single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with a nod of intellig... | now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will ... | plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a b... | fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relations and friends of the people who were killed. I shall never learn," said Sissy. "And the worst of all is, that although my poor father wished me so much to learn, and althou... | can't help them. They seem to come natural to me." "Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild never make any mistakes themselves, I suppose, Sissy?" "O no!" she eagerly returned. "They know everything." "Tell me some of your mistakes." "I am almost ashamed," said Sissy, with reluctance. "But to-day, for instance, Mr. M'Choakumchild ... | entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa," answered Sissy, upon this encouragement, shaking her head; "father knows very little indeed. It's as much as he can do to write; and it's more than pe... | Hard Times |
"Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon h... | Cecilia Jupe | with a nod of intelligence.<|quote|>"Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right.... | the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence.<|quote|>"Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might... | me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence.<|quote|>"Yes. But they wouldn't laugh someti... | understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live... | she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary pla... | to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relations and friends of the people who were killed. I shall never learn," said Sissy. "And the worst of all is, that although my poor father wished me so much to learn, and although I am so anxious to learn, because he wished me to... | natural to me." "Mr. and Mrs. M'Choakumchild never make any mistakes themselves, I suppose, Sissy?" "O no!" she eagerly returned. "They know everything." "Tell me some of your mistakes." "I am almost ashamed," said Sissy, with reluctance. "But to-day, for instance, Mr. M'Choakumchild was explaining to us about Natural ... | would try me again. And he said, This schoolroom is an immense town, and in it there are a million of inhabitants, and only five-and-twenty are starved to death in the streets, in the course of a year. What is your remark on that proportion? And my remark was for I couldn't think of a better one that I thought it must ... | Hard Times |
"And you were his comfort through everything?" | Louisa Bounderby | far timider than they thought!"<|quote|>"And you were his comfort through everything?"</|quote|>She nodded, with the tears | with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!"<|quote|>"And you were his comfort through everything?"</|quote|>She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I | as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!"<|quote|>"And you were his comfort through everything?"</|quote|>She nod... | awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him ... | been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back.... | raised again to glance at her face. Then she asked: "Did your father know so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no... | reserve. "National Prosperity. And he said, Now, this schoolroom is a Nation. And in this nation, there are fifty millions of money. Isn't this a prosperous nation? Girl number twenty, isn't this a prosperous nation, and a'n't you in a thriving state?" "What did you say?" asked Louisa. "Miss Louisa, I said I didn't kno... | it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M'Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hundred tho... | Hard Times |
She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. | No speaker | were his comfort through everything?"<|quote|>She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face.</|quote|>"I hope so, and father | than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?"<|quote|>She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face.</|quote|>"I hope so, and father said I was. It was | as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?"<|quote|>She nodded, with the tears rolling down her f... | people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he ... | leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louis... | Then she asked: "Did your father know so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an inno... | this schoolroom is a Nation. And in this nation, there are fifty millions of money. Isn't this a prosperous nation? Girl number twenty, isn't this a prosperous nation, and a'n't you in a thriving state?" "What did you say?" asked Louisa. "Miss Louisa, I said I didn't know. I thought I couldn't know whether it was a pro... | a hundred thousand persons went to sea on long voyages, and only five hundred of them were drowned or burnt to death. What is the percentage? And I said, Miss;" here Sissy fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; "I said it was nothing." "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relation... | Hard Times |
"I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very f... | Cecilia Jupe | tears rolling down her face.<|quote|>"I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to... | everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face.<|quote|>"I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different ... | not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face.<|quote|>"I hope so, and father said I was. ... | "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon h... | understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live... | himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa," answered Si... | there are fifty millions of money. Isn't this a prosperous nation? Girl number twenty, isn't this a prosperous nation, and a'n't you in a thriving state?" "What did you say?" asked Louisa. "Miss Louisa, I said I didn't know. I thought I couldn't know whether it was a prosperous nation or not, and whether I was in a thr... | "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M'Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hundred thousand persons went to sea on long voyages, and only five hundred of them were drowned or burnt to death. What is the percentage? And... | Hard Times |
"And he liked them?" | Louisa Bounderby | was any harm in them."<|quote|>"And he liked them?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with a searching | but we didn't know there was any harm in them."<|quote|>"And he liked them?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this | much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them."<|quote|>"And he liked them?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all thi... | She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to r... | people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he ... | Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone ast... | at all," said Sissy, wiping her eyes. "That was a great mistake of yours," observed Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa, I know it was, now. Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me again. And he said, This schoolroom is an immense town, and in it there are a million of inhabitants, and only five-and-twenty are starved to de... | interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands hi... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. | No speaker | them." "And he liked them?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time.</|quote|>"O very much! They kept | there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time.</|quote|>"O very much! They kept him, many times, from what | great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time.</|quote|>"O very... | tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer h... | with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometim... | _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a banished c... | wiping her eyes. "That was a great mistake of yours," observed Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa, I know it was, now. Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me again. And he said, This schoolroom is an immense town, and in it there are a million of inhabitants, and only five-and-twenty are starved to death in the streets, i... | It's as much as he can do to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louis... | Hard Times |
"O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." | Cecilia Jupe | on Sissy all this time.<|quote|>"O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished."</|quote|>"And your fat... | Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time.<|quote|>"O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was fin... | to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time.<|quote|>"O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. ... | I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong... | and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them,... | died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he ... | Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa, I know it was, now. Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me again. And he said, This schoolroom is an immense town, and in it there are a million of inhabitants, and only five-and-twenty are starved to death in the streets, in the course of a year. What is your remark on that proportion?... | it." Louisa stood looking at the pretty modest head, as it drooped abashed before her, until it was raised again to glance at her face. Then she asked: "Did your father know so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were... | Hard Times |
"And your father was always kind? To the last?" | Louisa Bounderby | off before it was finished."<|quote|>"And your father was always kind? To the last?"</|quote|>asked Louisa contravening the great | would have her head cut off before it was finished."<|quote|>"And your father was always kind? To the last?"</|quote|>asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. | They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished."<|quote|>"And your father was always kind? To the last?"</|quote|>ask... | cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and ofte... | but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he f... | he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for hi... | is your remark on that proportion? And my remark was for I couldn't think of a better one that I thought it must be just as hard upon those who were starved, whether the others were a million, or a million million. And that was wrong, too." "Of course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. An... | know so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa,... | Hard Times |
asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. | No speaker | always kind? To the last?"<|quote|>asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much.</|quote|>"Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping | finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?"<|quote|>asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much.</|quote|>"Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder | real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?"<|quote|>asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wonder... | that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his tro... | shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, ... | sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted wit... | was for I couldn't think of a better one that I thought it must be just as hard upon those who were starved, whether the others were a million, or a million million. And that was wrong, too." "Of course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics,... | astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nob... | Hard Times |
"Always, always!" | Cecilia Jupe | principle, and wondering very much.<|quote|>"Always, always!"</|quote|>returned Sissy, clasping her hands. | asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much.<|quote|>"Always, always!"</|quote|>returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I | used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much.<|quote|>"Always, always!"</|quote|>retu... | of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let ... | far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), th... | quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single... | I thought it must be just as hard upon those who were starved, whether the others were a million, or a million million. And that was wrong, too." "Of course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always r... | before her, until it was raised again to glance at her face. Then she asked: "Did your father know so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if ... | Hard Times |
returned Sissy, clasping her hands. | No speaker | wondering very much. "Always, always!"<|quote|>returned Sissy, clasping her hands.</|quote|>"Kinder and kinder than I | contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!"<|quote|>returned Sissy, clasping her hands.</|quote|>"Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry | forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!"<|quote|>returned Sissy, clasp... | here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady... | timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wan... | baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute,... | it must be just as hard upon those who were starved, whether the others were a million, or a million million. And that was wrong, too." "Of course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me o... | Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, ... | Hard Times |
"Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" | Cecilia Jupe | returned Sissy, clasping her hands.<|quote|>"Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;"</|quote|>she whispered the awful fact; | wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands.<|quote|>"Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;"</|quote|>she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why | wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands.<|quote|>"Kinder and ... | there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, o... | you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great de... | asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Te... | hard upon those who were starved, whether the others were a million, or a million million. And that was wrong, too." "Of course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and ... | he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Lo... | Hard Times |
she whispered the awful fact; | No speaker | to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;"<|quote|>she whispered the awful fact;</|quote|>"is his performing dog." "Why | night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;"<|quote|>she whispered the awful fact;</|quote|>"is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the | was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;"<|quote|>she whi... | very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Lou... | was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong b... | him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, an... | course it was." "Then Mr. M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M'Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hund... | such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa," answered Sissy, upon this encouragement, shaking her head; "father knows very little indeed. It's as much as he can do to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar... | Hard Times |
"is his performing dog." | Cecilia Jupe | she whispered the awful fact;<|quote|>"is his performing dog."</|quote|>"Why was he angry with | to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact;<|quote|>"is his performing dog."</|quote|>"Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, | was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact;<|quote|>"is his p... | many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great... | grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to spea... | he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed pla... | M'Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M'Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hundred thousand persons went ... | intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played... | Hard Times |
"Why was he angry with the dog?" | Louisa Bounderby | fact; "is his performing dog."<|quote|>"Why was he angry with the dog?"</|quote|>Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after | Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog."<|quote|>"Why was he angry with the dog?"</|quote|>Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, | the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog."<|quote|>"Why... | did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wonder... | trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but ... | my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. ... | try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M'Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hundred thousand persons went to sea on long voyages, and o... | Sometimes they played tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so... | Hard Times |
Louisa demanded. | No speaker | he angry with the dog?"<|quote|>Louisa demanded.</|quote|>"Father, soon after they came | his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?"<|quote|>Louisa demanded.</|quote|>"Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs | principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?"<|quote|>Louisa demanded.</... | often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" ... | be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them.... | me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the ... | Here are the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M'Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hundred thousand persons went to sea on long voyages, and only five hundred of them were d... | whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and di... | Hard Times |
"Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the v... | Cecilia Jupe | with the dog?" Louisa demanded.<|quote|>"Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased th... | dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded.<|quote|>"Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, ... | wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded.<|quote|>"Father, soon af... | a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned ... | poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "An... | his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful w... | the stutterings" "Statistics," said Louisa. "Yes, Miss Louisa they always remind me of stutterings, and that's another of my mistakes of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M'Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hundred thousand persons went to sea on long voyages, and only five hundred of them were drowned or... | love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never be... | Hard Times |
"Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" | No speaker | I was frightened, and said,"<|quote|>"Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!"</|quote|>"And he stopped, and the | he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said,"<|quote|>"Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!"</|quote|>"And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father | and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said,"<|quote|>"Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fo... | the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's ... | They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contrav... | cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, ... | "Nothing, Sissy?" "Nothing, Miss to the relations and friends of the people who were killed. I shall never learn," said Sissy. "And the worst of all is, that although my poor father wished me so much to learn, and although I am so anxious to learn, because he wished me to, I am afraid I don't like it." Louisa stood loo... | We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till ... | Hard Times |
"And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." | Cecilia Jupe | Heaven forgive you, father, stop!"<|quote|>"And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face."</|quote|>Louisa saw that she was | so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!"<|quote|>"And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face."</|quote|>Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, | public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!"<|quote|>"And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father la... | they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was ... | used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasp... | who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right. Sometimes they played tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everythin... | said Sissy. "And the worst of all is, that although my poor father wished me so much to learn, and although I am so anxious to learn, because he wished me to, I am afraid I don't like it." Louisa stood looking at the pretty modest head, as it drooped abashed before her, until it was raised again to glance at her face. ... | but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go o... | Hard Times |
Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. | No speaker | the dog licked his face."<|quote|>Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her.</|quote|>"Finish by telling me how | dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face."<|quote|>Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her.</|quote|>"Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. | frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face."<|quote|>Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to ... | looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature wh... | it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispere... | tricks upon him; but they never knew how he felt them, and shrunk up, when he was alone with me. He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling,... | he wished me to, I am afraid I don't like it." Louisa stood looking at the pretty modest head, as it drooped abashed before her, until it was raised again to glance at her face. Then she asked: "Did your father know so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and ... | almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To ma... | Hard Times |
"Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." | Louisa Bounderby | and sat down beside her.<|quote|>"Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours."</|quote|>"Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, | kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her.<|quote|>"Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours."</|quote|>"Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing | father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her.<|quote|>"Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. No... | pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and fathe... | very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home... | He was far, far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his wor... | it drooped abashed before her, until it was raised again to glance at her face. Then she asked: "Did your father know so much himself, that he wished you to be well taught too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No on... | clown." "To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I ... | Hard Times |
"Dear Miss Louisa," | Cecilia Jupe | blame, is mine, not yours."<|quote|>"Dear Miss Louisa,"</|quote|>said Sissy, covering her eyes, | blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours."<|quote|>"Dear Miss Louisa,"</|quote|>said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came | she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours."<|quote|>"Dear Miss Louisa,"</|quote|>said Sissy, covering her eyes, and... | "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand,... | the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's ... | was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I a... | too, Sissy?" Sissy hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa," answered Sissy, upon this encouragement, shaking her head... | my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. ... | Hard Times |
said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; | No speaker | not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa,"<|quote|>said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet;</|quote|>"I came home from the | is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa,"<|quote|>said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet;</|quote|>"I came home from the school that afternoon, and found | and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa,"<|quote|>said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet;</|quote|>"I ... | don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside h... | "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong t... | grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to spea... | hesitated before replying, and so plainly showed her sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa," answered Sissy, upon this encouragement, shaking her head; "father knows ver... | a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned ... | Hard Times |
"I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," | Cecilia Jupe | her eyes, and sobbing yet;<|quote|>"I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said,"</|quote|>"Have you hurt yourself, father?" | Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet;<|quote|>"I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said,"</|quote|>"Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like | hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet;<|quote|>"I came home from the school that afternoon, and fo... | of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your fath... | with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public... | felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was a... | sense that they were entering on forbidden ground, that Louisa added, "No one hears us; and if any one did, I am sure no harm could be found in such an innocent question." "No, Miss Louisa," answered Sissy, upon this encouragement, shaking her head; "father knows very little indeed. It's as much as he can do to write; ... | angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is on... | Hard Times |
"Have you hurt yourself, father?" | No speaker | in pain. And I said,"<|quote|>"Have you hurt yourself, father?"</|quote|>"(as he did sometimes, like | fire, as if he was in pain. And I said,"<|quote|>"Have you hurt yourself, father?"</|quote|>"(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he | mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said,"<|quote|>"Have you hurt yourself, father?"</|quote|>"(a... | Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and ... | looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature wh... | to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And ofte... | answered Sissy, upon this encouragement, shaking her head; "father knows very little indeed. It's as much as he can do to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy mad... | be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching ga... | Hard Times |
"(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," | Cecilia Jupe | "Have you hurt yourself, father?"<|quote|>"(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said,"</|quote|>"A little, my darling." "And | in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?"<|quote|>"(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said,"</|quote|>"A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop | Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?"<|quote|>"(as he did sometimes, like they all did)... | sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came hom... | do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven... | courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a nig... | shaking her head; "father knows very little indeed. It's as much as he can do to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "... | always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing do... | Hard Times |
"A little, my darling." | No speaker | all did), and he said,"<|quote|>"A little, my darling."</|quote|>"And when I came to | he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said,"<|quote|>"A little, my darling."</|quote|>"And when I came to stoop down and look up | home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said,"<|quote|>"A little, my darling."</|quote|>"And when I came... | sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father ju... | night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog ... | books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whe... | as he can do to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these... | dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he h... | Hard Times |
"And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" | Cecilia Jupe | said," "A little, my darling."<|quote|>"And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but"</|quote|>"My darling;" "and" "My love!"" | they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling."<|quote|>"And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but"</|quote|>"My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, | that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling."<|quote|>"And when I came to stoop down and look up at ... | "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, fro... | pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and fathe... | to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan w... | to write; and it's more than people in general can do to read his writing. Though it's plain to _me_." "Your mother?" "Father says she was quite a scholar. She died when I was born. She was;" Sissy made the terrible communication nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions wi... | Louisa, with a nod of intelligence. "Yes. But they wouldn't laugh sometimes, and then father cried. Lately, they very often wouldn't laugh, and he used to come home despairing. Father's not like most. Those who didn't know him as well as I do, and didn't love him as dearly as I do, might believe he was not quite right.... | Hard Times |
"My darling;" | No speaker | over, and said nothing but"<|quote|>"My darling;"</|quote|>"and" "My love!"" Here Tom | at first he shook all over, and said nothing but"<|quote|>"My darling;"</|quote|>"and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared | did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but"<|quote|>"My darling;"</|quote|>"and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at... | sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I ... | so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how y... | real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very... | nervously; "she was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about wi... | and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his... | Hard Times |
"and" | Cecilia Jupe | said nothing but" "My darling;"<|quote|>"and"</|quote|>"My love!"" Here Tom came | he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;"<|quote|>"and"</|quote|>"My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at | he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;"<|quote|>"and"</|quote|>"My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two w... | "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop... | of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your fath... | And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Alw... | was a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I wa... | was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleas... | Hard Times |
"My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. | No speaker | nothing but" "My darling;" "and"<|quote|>"My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present.</|quote|>"I am asking Sissy a | shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and"<|quote|>"My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present.</|quote|>"I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his | said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and"<|quote|>"My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolne... | came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop do... | you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father ... | often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always,... | a dancer." "Did your father love her?" Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; an interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was qu... | of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your fath... | Hard Times |
"I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," | Louisa Bounderby | much of that at present.<|quote|>"I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom,"</|quote|>observed his sister. "You have | anything but himself, and not much of that at present.<|quote|>"I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom,"</|quote|>observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; | more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present.<|quote|>"I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom,"<... | pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but"... | dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, c... | head cut off before it was finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merr... | solitary places. "O yes! As dearly as he loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my g... | we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on wi... | Hard Times |
observed his sister. | No speaker | Sissy a few questions, Tom,"<|quote|>observed his sister.</|quote|>"You have no occasion to | at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom,"<|quote|>observed his sister.</|quote|>"You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt | he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom,"<|quote|>observed his sister.</|quote|>"You ... | father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom ca... | was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came... | your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is h... | loves me. Father loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his o... | his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a... | Hard Times |
"You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." | Louisa Bounderby | questions, Tom," observed his sister.<|quote|>"You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear."</|quote|>"Oh! very well!" returned Tom. | am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister.<|quote|>"You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear."</|quote|>"Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old | over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister.<|quote|>"You have no occasion to go... | did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, a... | going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the sc... | always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing do... | loved me, first, for her sake. He carried me about with him when I was quite a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was ... | far timider than they thought!" "And you were his comfort through everything?" She nodded, with the tears rolling down her face. "I hope so, and father said I was. It was because he grew so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he... | Hard Times |
"Oh! very well!" | Young Thomas | for a moment, Tom dear."<|quote|>"Oh! very well!"</|quote|>returned Tom. "Only father has | away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear."<|quote|>"Oh! very well!"</|quote|>returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and | stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear."<|quote|>"Oh! very well!"</|quote|>returned T... | came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anythi... | me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he... | always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, to... | a baby. We have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minut... | looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature wh... | Hard Times |
returned Tom. | No speaker | Tom dear." "Oh! very well!"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"Only father has brought old | interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want | two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"Only fath... | down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself... | father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking... | clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up o... | have never been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he ... | different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, fr... | Hard Times |
"Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." | Young Thomas | "Oh! very well!" returned Tom.<|quote|>"Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none."</|quote|>"I'll come directly." "I'll wait | for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom.<|quote|>"Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none."</|quote|>"I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you... | a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom.<|quote|>"Only father has brought old... | look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not... | you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself ove... | hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs o... | been asunder from that time." "Yet he leaves you now, Sissy?" "Only for my good. Nobody understands him as I do; nobody knows him as I do. When he left me for my good he never would have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back.... | compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Lou... | Hard Times |
"I'll come directly." | Louisa Bounderby | if you don't, there's none."<|quote|>"I'll come directly."</|quote|>"I'll wait for you," said | asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none."<|quote|>"I'll come directly."</|quote|>"I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy | don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none."<|quote|>"I'll come directly."</|quote|... | "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "... | came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop do... | the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at a... | have left me for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whis... | the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at a... | Hard Times |
"I'll wait for you," | Young Thomas | there's none." "I'll come directly."<|quote|>"I'll wait for you,"</|quote|>said Tom, "to make sure." | dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly."<|quote|>"I'll wait for you,"</|quote|>said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower | for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly."<|quote|>"I'll wait for you,"</|quot... | Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" r... | the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up ... | demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out ... | for his own I know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awf... | Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A lit... | Hard Times |
said Tom, | No speaker | directly." "I'll wait for you,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"to make sure." Sissy resumed | don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At | dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"to m... | and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only fat... | and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he ... | they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was ... | know he was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a cl... | the dog licked his face." Louisa saw that she was sobbing; and going to her, kissed her, took her hand, and sat down beside her. "Finish by telling me how your father left you, Sissy. Now that I have asked you so much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Siss... | Hard Times |
"to make sure." | Young Thomas | wait for you," said Tom,<|quote|>"to make sure."</|quote|>Sissy resumed in a lower | none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom,<|quote|>"to make sure."</|quote|>Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At last poor father | very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom,<|quote|>"to make sure."</|quote|>S... | at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has bro... | poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying... | home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, a... | was almost broken-hearted with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "T... | "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off... | Hard Times |
Sissy resumed in a lower voice. | No speaker | said Tom, "to make sure."<|quote|>Sissy resumed in a lower voice.</|quote|>"At last poor father said | directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure."<|quote|>Sissy resumed in a lower voice.</|quote|>"At last poor father said that he had given no | Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure."<|quote|>Sissy resumed in a lower voice.... | with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bo... | come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spok... | told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion o... | with the trial. He will not be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?" ... | yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like th... | Hard Times |
"At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by him, and ... | Cecilia Jupe | resumed in a lower voice.<|quote|>"At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was... | Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice.<|quote|>"At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my ... | Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice.<|quote|>"At last poor father said that he... | of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into t... | And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his f... | the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, ... | be happy for a single minute, till he comes back." "Tell me more about him," said Louisa, "I will never ask you again. Where did you live?" "We travelled about the country, and had no fixed place to live in. Father's a;" Sissy whispered the awful word, "a clown." "To make the people laugh?" said Louisa, with a nod of i... | his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt ... | Hard Times |
"Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" | No speaker | at the door, and said,"<|quote|>"Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?"</|quote|>"Father shook his head and | him yet, and looked in at the door, and said,"<|quote|>"Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?"</|quote|>"Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take | best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said,"<|quote|>"Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?"</|quote|>"Father shook his head... | and done there. When I had no more left to tell, he put his arms round my neck, and kissed me a great many times. Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he used, for the little hurt he had had, and to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let ... | to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better... | Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A lit... | so scared and trembling, and because he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of ... | the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all o... | Hard Times |
"Father shook his head and said," | Cecilia Jupe | dear, shall I take Merrylegs?"<|quote|>"Father shook his head and said,"</|quote|>"No, Sissy, no; take nothing | the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?"<|quote|>"Father shook his head and said,"</|quote|>"No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, | other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?"<|quote|>"Father shook his head and said,"</|quote|>"No, Sissy, no; t... | no more left to tell, he put his arms round my neck, and kissed me a great many times. Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he used, for the little hurt he had had, and to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down... | there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I sai... | yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to ... | he felt himself to be a poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there wa... | of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop... | Hard Times |
"No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" | No speaker | shook his head and said,"<|quote|>"No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;"</|quote|>"and I left him sitting | shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said,"<|quote|>"No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;"</|quote|>"and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the | and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said,"<|quote|>"No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my... | put his arms round my neck, and kissed me a great many times. Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he used, for the little hurt he had had, and to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back th... | wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that c... | school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at h... | poor, weak, ignorant, helpless man (those used to be his words), that he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "An... | but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us f... | Hard Times |
"and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone." | Cecilia Jupe | to be mine, my darling;"<|quote|>"and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone."</|quote|>"I say! Look sharp for | no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;"<|quote|>"and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone."</|quote|>"I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. | had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;"<|quote|>"and I left him sitting by the fire. Then th... | times. Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he used, for the little hurt he had had, and to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and... | lower voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down... | the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as he did sometimes, like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more h... | he wanted me so much to know a great deal, and be different from him. I used to read to him to cheer his courage, and he was very fond of that. They were wrong books I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this... | compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don't hurt the creature who is so fond of you! O Heaven forgive you, father, stop!" "And he stopped, and the dog was bloody, and father lay down crying on the floor with the dog in his arms, and the dog licked his face." Lou... | Hard Times |
"I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" | Young Thomas | came back, he was gone."<|quote|>"I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"</|quote|>Tom remonstrated. "There's no more | my sake; for when I came back, he was gone."<|quote|>"I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"</|quote|>Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I | and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone."<|quote|>"I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"</|quote|>Tom... | from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine... | him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by him, and told him all about the school and everything that had been said and done there. When I had no more left to tell, he put his arms round my neck, and kissed me a great many times. Then h... | little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularl... | I am never to speak of them here but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether t... | a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounder... | Hard Times |
Tom remonstrated. | No speaker | sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"<|quote|>Tom remonstrated.</|quote|>"There's no more to tell, | was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"<|quote|>Tom remonstrated.</|quote|>"There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the | known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"<|quote|>Tom remonstrated.</|quote|>"There's no more to tell, Miss L... | he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the ... | things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by him, and told him all about the school and everything that had been said and done there. When I had no more left to tell, he put his arms round my neck, and kissed me a great many times. Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he us... | stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but h... | but we didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go o... | lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and not much of that at present. "I am asking Sissy a few questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned T... | Hard Times |
"There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should ... | Cecilia Jupe | old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated.<|quote|>"There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary p... | "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated.<|quote|>"There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary abo... | be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated.<|quote|>"There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the ... | me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. T... | him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by him, and told him all about the school and everything that had been said and done there. When I had no more left to tell, he put his arms round my neck, and kissed me a great many times. Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he used, for th... | and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not particularly savouring of interest in anything but himself, and... | didn't know there was any harm in them." "And he liked them?" said Louisa, with a searching gaze on Sissy all this time. "O very much! They kept him, many times, from what did him real harm. And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with ... | any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I said," "Have you hurt yourself, father?" "(as h... | Hard Times |
"Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" | Young Thomas | him to keep his word."<|quote|>"Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"</|quote|>said Tom, with an impatient | of, and I trust to him to keep his word."<|quote|>"Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"</|quote|>said Tom, with an impatient whistle. "He'll be off if | I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word."<|quote|>"Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"</|quote|>said Tom, with ... | away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my... | to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head... | questions, Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to din... | finished." "And your father was always kind? To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the a... | like they all did), and he said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at th... | Hard Times |
said Tom, with an impatient whistle. | No speaker | sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"<|quote|>said Tom, with an impatient whistle.</|quote|>"He'll be off if you | keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"<|quote|>said Tom, with an impatient whistle.</|quote|>"He'll be off if you don't look sharp!" After this, | my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!"<|quote|>said Tom, with an impatient whistle.</|quote|>"He'll be off ... | for when I came back, he was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from fa... | which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; t... | no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come... | To the last?" asked Louisa contravening the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was ... | come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionat... | Hard Times |
"He'll be off if you don't look sharp!" | Young Thomas | Tom, with an impatient whistle.<|quote|>"He'll be off if you don't look sharp!"</|quote|>After this, whenever Sissy dropped | for old Bounderby, Loo!" said Tom, with an impatient whistle.<|quote|>"He'll be off if you don't look sharp!"</|quote|>After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind | eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" said Tom, with an impatient whistle.<|quote|>"He'll be off if you don't look sharp!"</|quote|>Aft... | was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary ... | of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to... | don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for y... | the great principle, and wondering very much. "Always, always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded.... | Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Si... | Hard Times |
After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind in the presence of his family, and said in a faltering way, | No speaker | if you don't look sharp!"<|quote|>After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind in the presence of his family, and said in a faltering way,</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, sir, | impatient whistle. "He'll be off if you don't look sharp!"<|quote|>After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind in the presence of his family, and said in a faltering way,</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have | or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" said Tom, with an impatient whistle. "He'll be off if you don't look sharp!"<|quote|>After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. ... | Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to w... | me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitti... | "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed... | always!" returned Sissy, clasping her hands. "Kinder and kinder than I can tell. He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, to... | great many times. Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he used, for the little hurt he had had, and to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to h... | Hard Times |
"I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?" | Cecilia Jupe | said in a faltering way,<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?"</|quote|>Louisa would suspend the occupation | presence of his family, and said in a faltering way,<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?"</|quote|>Louisa would suspend the occupation of the moment, whatever it | trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" said Tom, with an impatient whistle. "He'll be off if you don't look sharp!" After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind in the presence of his family, and said in a faltering way,<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, sir, for being troubl... | he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, L... | company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try som... | if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and... | not to me, but Merrylegs. Merrylegs;" she whispered the awful fact; "is his performing dog." "Why was he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at fathe... | but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if you don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait f... | Hard Times |
Louisa would suspend the occupation of the moment, whatever it was, and look for the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered, | No speaker | any letter yet about me?"<|quote|>Louisa would suspend the occupation of the moment, whatever it was, and look for the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered,</|quote|>"No, Jupe, nothing of the | troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?"<|quote|>Louisa would suspend the occupation of the moment, whatever it was, and look for the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered,</|quote|>"No, Jupe, nothing of the sort," the trembling of Sissy's | an impatient whistle. "He'll be off if you don't look sharp!" After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind in the presence of his family, and said in a faltering way, "I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?"<|quote|>Louisa would suspend the occupation of... | and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary about father. Mr. Sleary promised to write as soon as ever father should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" said Tom, with an impatient whistle. "He'll be off if you don't look sharp!" After ... | Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bo... | don't, there's none." "I'll come directly." "I'll wait for you," said Tom, "to make sure." Sissy resumed in a lower voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along... | he angry with the dog?" Louisa demanded. "Father, soon after they came home from performing, told Merrylegs to jump up on the backs of the two chairs and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased t... | stuff he used, for the little hurt he had had, and to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go. When I had gone down-stairs, I turned back that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father de... | Hard Times |
"No, Jupe, nothing of the sort," | Thomas Gradgrind | when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered,<|quote|>"No, Jupe, nothing of the sort,"</|quote|>the trembling of Sissy's lip | earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered,<|quote|>"No, Jupe, nothing of the sort,"</|quote|>the trembling of Sissy's lip would be repeated in Louisa's | and said in a faltering way, "I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?" Louisa would suspend the occupation of the moment, whatever it was, and look for the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered,<|quote|>"No, Jupe, nothing of the sort,"... | should be heard of, and I trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" said Tom, with an impatient whistle. "He'll be off if you don't look sharp!" After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind in the presence of his family, and said in a faltering way, "I beg your pardon, sir... | Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter... | he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by him, and told him all about the school a... | and stand across them which is one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and sa... | Tom," observed his sister. "You have no occasion to go away; but don't interrupt us for a moment, Tom dear." "Oh! very well!" returned Tom. "Only father has brought old Bounderby home, and I want you to come into the drawing-room. Because if you come, there's a good chance of old Bounderby's asking me to dinner; and if... | Hard Times |
the trembling of Sissy's lip would be repeated in Louisa's face, and her eyes would follow Sissy with compassion to the door. Mr. Gradgrind usually improved these occasions by remarking, when she was gone, that if Jupe had been properly trained from an early age she would have remonstrated to herself on sound principle... | No speaker | Jupe, nothing of the sort,"<|quote|>the trembling of Sissy's lip would be repeated in Louisa's face, and her eyes would follow Sissy with compassion to the door. Mr. Gradgrind usually improved these occasions by remarking, when she was gone, that if Jupe had been properly trained from an early age she would have remons... | Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered, "No, Jupe, nothing of the sort,"<|quote|>the trembling of Sissy's lip would be repeated in Louisa's face, and her eyes would follow Sissy with compassion to the door. Mr. Gradgrind usually improved these occasions by remarking, when she was gone, that if Jupe had been properly trained ... | "I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?" Louisa would suspend the occupation of the moment, whatever it was, and look for the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered, "No, Jupe, nothing of the sort,"<|quote|>the trembling of Sissy's lip... | trust to him to keep his word." "Do look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" said Tom, with an impatient whistle. "He'll be off if you don't look sharp!" After this, whenever Sissy dropped a curtsey to Mr. Gradgrind in the presence of his family, and said in a faltering way, "I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome bu... | upon him, poor, poor father! of going away to try something for my sake; for when I came back, he was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's h... | and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by him, and told him all about the school and everything that had been said and... | one of his tricks. He looked at father, and didn't do it at once. Everything of father's had gone wrong that night, and he hadn't pleased the public at all. He cried out that the very dog knew he was failing, and had no compassion on him. Then he beat the dog, and I was frightened, and said," "Father, father! Pray don'... | little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poor father! of going... | Hard Times |
"Good gracious bless me, how my poor head is vexed and worried by that girl Jupe's so perseveringly asking, over and over again, about her tiresome letters! Upon my word and honour I seem to be fated, and destined, and ordained, to live in the midst of things that I am never to hear the last of. It really is a most ext... | Mrs. Gradgrind | a feminine dormouse, and say:<|quote|>"Good gracious bless me, how my poor head is vexed and worried by that girl Jupe's so perseveringly asking, over and over again, about her tiresome letters! Upon my word and honour I seem to be fated, and destined, and ordained, to live in the midst of things that I am never to hea... | out of her wrappers, like a feminine dormouse, and say:<|quote|>"Good gracious bless me, how my poor head is vexed and worried by that girl Jupe's so perseveringly asking, over and over again, about her tiresome letters! Upon my word and honour I seem to be fated, and destined, and ordained, to live in the midst of thi... | to his daughter. As to Tom, he was becoming that not unprecedented triumph of calculation which is usually at work on number one. As to Mrs. Gradgrind, if she said anything on the subject, she would come a little way out of her wrappers, like a feminine dormouse, and say:<|quote|>"Good gracious bless me, how my poor he... | an early age she would have remonstrated to herself on sound principles the baselessness of these fantastic hopes. Yet it did seem (though not to him, for he saw nothing of it) as if fantastic hope could take as strong a hold as Fact. This observation must be limited exclusively to his daughter. As to Tom, he was becom... | his family, and said in a faltering way, "I beg your pardon, sir, for being troublesome but have you had any letter yet about me?" Louisa would suspend the occupation of the moment, whatever it was, and look for the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered, "No, Jupe, nothing of the so... | that I might be a little bit more company to him yet, and looked in at the door, and said," "Father dear, shall I take Merrylegs?" "Father shook his head and said," "No, Sissy, no; take nothing that's known to be mine, my darling;" "and I left him sitting by the fire. Then the thought must have come upon him, poor, poo... | much, tell me the end. The blame, if there is any blame, is mine, not yours." "Dear Miss Louisa," said Sissy, covering her eyes, and sobbing yet; "I came home from the school that afternoon, and found poor father just come home too, from the booth. And he sat rocking himself over the fire, as if he was in pain. And I s... | voice. "At last poor father said that he had given no satisfaction again, and never did give any satisfaction now, and that he was a shame and disgrace, and I should have done better without him all along. I said all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by hi... | Hard Times |
At about this point, Mr. Gradgrind's eye would fall upon her; and under the influence of that wintry piece of fact, she would become torpid again. CHAPTER X STEPHEN BLACKPOOL I ENTERTAIN a weak idea that the English people are as hard-worked as any people upon whom the sun shines. I acknowledge to this ridiculous idios... | No speaker | hear the last of anything!"<|quote|>At about this point, Mr. Gradgrind's eye would fall upon her; and under the influence of that wintry piece of fact, she would become torpid again. CHAPTER X STEPHEN BLACKPOOL I ENTERTAIN a weak idea that the English people are as hard-worked as any people upon whom the sun shines. I ... | if I never was to hear the last of anything!"<|quote|>At about this point, Mr. Gradgrind's eye would fall upon her; and under the influence of that wintry piece of fact, she would become torpid again. CHAPTER X STEPHEN BLACKPOOL I ENTERTAIN a weak idea that the English people are as hard-worked as any people upon whom ... | my word and honour I seem to be fated, and destined, and ordained, to live in the midst of things that I am never to hear the last of. It really is a most extraordinary circumstance that it appears as if I never was to hear the last of anything!"<|quote|>At about this point, Mr. Gradgrind's eye would fall upon her; and... | she said anything on the subject, she would come a little way out of her wrappers, like a feminine dormouse, and say: "Good gracious bless me, how my poor head is vexed and worried by that girl Jupe's so perseveringly asking, over and over again, about her tiresome letters! Upon my word and honour I seem to be fated, a... | the door. Mr. Gradgrind usually improved these occasions by remarking, when she was gone, that if Jupe had been properly trained from an early age she would have remonstrated to herself on sound principles the baselessness of these fantastic hopes. Yet it did seem (though not to him, for he saw nothing of it) as if fan... | was gone." "I say! Look sharp for old Bounderby, Loo!" Tom remonstrated. "There's no more to tell, Miss Louisa. I keep the nine oils ready for him, and I know he will come back. Every letter that I see in Mr. Gradgrind's hand takes my breath away and blinds my eyes, for I think it comes from father, or from Mr. Sleary ... | said," "A little, my darling." "And when I came to stoop down and look up at his face, I saw that he was crying. The more I spoke to him, the more he hid his face; and at first he shook all over, and said nothing but" "My darling;" "and" "My love!"" Here Tom came lounging in, and stared at the two with a coolness not p... | all the affectionate things to him that came into my heart, and presently he was quiet and I sat down by him, and told him all about the school and everything that had been said and done there. When I had no more left to tell, he put his arms round my neck, and kissed me a great many times. Then he asked me to fetch so... | Hard Times |
"Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" | Stephen Blackpool | stopped in his own head.<|quote|>"Yet I don't see Rachael, still!"</|quote|>said he. It was a | of its having worked and stopped in his own head.<|quote|>"Yet I don't see Rachael, still!"</|quote|>said he. It was a wet night, and many groups | night, and had ceased again; and the Hands, men and women, boy and girl, were clattering home. Old Stephen was standing in the street, with the old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head.<|quote|>"Yet I don't see Rachael, sti... | was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and the H... | on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken intervals of leisure through many years, had mastered difficult sciences, and acquired a k... | receiver, where the chimneys, for want of air to make a draught, were built in an immense variety of stunted and crooked shapes, as though every house put out a sign of the kind of people who might be expected to be born in it; among the multitude of Coketown, generically called "the Hands," a race who would have found... | whatever it was, and look for the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered, "No, Jupe, nothing of the sort," the trembling of Sissy's lip would be repeated in Louisa's face, and her eyes would follow Sissy with compassion to the door. Mr. Gradgrind usually improved these occasions by r... | circumstance that it appears as if I never was to hear the last of anything!" At about this point, Mr. Gradgrind's eye would fall upon her; and under the influence of that wintry piece of fact, she would become torpid again. CHAPTER X STEPHEN BLACKPOOL I ENTERTAIN a weak idea that the English people are as hard-worked ... | Hard Times |
said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to com... | No speaker | I don't see Rachael, still!"<|quote|>said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not ther... | in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!"<|quote|>said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him... | the Hands, men and women, boy and girl, were clattering home. Old Stephen was standing in the street, with the old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!"<|quote|>said he. It was a wet night,... | in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and the Hands, men and women, boy ... | long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken intervals of leisure through many years, had mastered difficult sciences, and acquired a knowledge of most unlikely things... | of air to make a draught, were built in an immense variety of stunted and crooked shapes, as though every house put out a sign of the kind of people who might be expected to be born in it; among the multitude of Coketown, generically called "the Hands," a race who would have found more favour with some people, if Provi... | the reply as earnestly as Sissy did. And when Mr. Gradgrind regularly answered, "No, Jupe, nothing of the sort," the trembling of Sissy's lip would be repeated in Louisa's face, and her eyes would follow Sissy with compassion to the door. Mr. Gradgrind usually improved these occasions by remarking, when she was gone, t... | death; in the last close nook of this great exhausted receiver, where the chimneys, for want of air to make a draught, were built in an immense variety of stunted and crooked shapes, as though every house put out a sign of the kind of people who might be expected to be born in it; among the multitude of Coketown, gener... | Hard Times |
"Why, then, ha' missed her!" | Stephen Blackpool | in a tone of disappointment,<|quote|>"Why, then, ha' missed her!"</|quote|>But, he had not gone | then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment,<|quote|>"Why, then, ha' missed her!"</|quote|>But, he had not gone the length of three streets, | under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment,<|quote|>"Why, then, ha' missed her!"</|quote|>But, he had not gone th... | stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew... | at any time. He was a good power-loom weaver, and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguis... | seashore, only hands and stomachs lived a certain Stephen Blackpool, forty years of age. Stephen looked older, but he had had a hard life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of h... | these fantastic hopes. Yet it did seem (though not to him, for he saw nothing of it) as if fantastic hope could take as strong a hold as Fact. This observation must be limited exclusively to his daughter. As to Tom, he was becoming that not unprecedented triumph of calculation which is usually at work on number one. As... | thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken intervals of leisure through many years, had mastered difficult sciences, and acquired a knowledge of most unlikely things. He held... | Hard Times |
But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading a... | No speaker | "Why, then, ha' missed her!"<|quote|>But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from l... | in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!"<|quote|>But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figu... | the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!"<|quote|>But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he ... | produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at an... | a good power-loom weaver, and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells h... | lived a certain Stephen Blackpool, forty years of age. Stephen looked older, but he had had a hard life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become posses... | did seem (though not to him, for he saw nothing of it) as if fantastic hope could take as strong a hold as Fact. This observation must be limited exclusively to his daughter. As to Tom, he was becoming that not unprecedented triumph of calculation which is usually at work on number one. As to Mrs. Gradgrind, if she sai... | He was usually called Old Stephen, in a kind of rough homage to the fact. A rather stooping man, with a knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his con... | Hard Times |
"Rachael!" | Stephen Blackpool | his former walk, and called<|quote|>"Rachael!"</|quote|>She turned, being then in | this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called<|quote|>"Rachael!"</|quote|>She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; | moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called<|quote|>"Rachael!"</|quote|>She turned, being then in the ... | her!" But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fa... | always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glanc... | a knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their b... | over and over again, about her tiresome letters! Upon my word and honour I seem to be fated, and destined, and ordained, to live in the midst of things that I am never to hear the last of. It really is a most extraordinary circumstance that it appears as if I never was to hear the last of anything!" At about this point... | clattering home. Old Stephen was standing in the street, with the old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with thei... | Hard Times |
She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years... | No speaker | former walk, and called "Rachael!"<|quote|>She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first b... | figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!"<|quote|>She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It wa... | along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!"<|quote|>She turned, being then in the brightness of a ... | But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading a... | produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at an... | knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their bro... | and over again, about her tiresome letters! Upon my word and honour I seem to be fated, and destined, and ordained, to live in the midst of things that I am never to hear the last of. It really is a most extraordinary circumstance that it appears as if I never was to hear the last of anything!" At about this point, Mr.... | years of age. Stephen looked older, but he had had a hard life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of the same somebody else's thorns in... | Hard Times |
"Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" | Rachel Gradgrind | and thirty years of age.<|quote|>"Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?"</|quote|>When she had said this, | she was a woman five and thirty years of age.<|quote|>"Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?"</|quote|>When she had said this, with a smile which would | little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age.<|quote|>"Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?"</|quote|>When she had said this, wit... | to tell him who was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, i... | groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so k... | knowledge of most unlikely things. He held no station among the Hands who could make speeches and carry on debates. Thousands of his compeers could talk much better than he, at any time. He was a good power-loom weaver, and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him s... | would fall upon her; and under the influence of that wintry piece of fact, she would become torpid again. CHAPTER X STEPHEN BLACKPOOL I ENTERTAIN a weak idea that the English people are as hard-worked as any people upon whom the sun shines. I acknowledge to this ridiculous idiosyncrasy, as a reason why I would give the... | life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of the same somebody else's thorns in addition to his own. He had known, to use his words, a pe... | Hard Times |
When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. | No speaker | age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?"<|quote|>When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together.</|quote|>"I thought thou wast ahind | five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?"<|quote|>When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together.</|quote|>"I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'nigh... | oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?"<|quote|>When she had said this, with a smile which would have been ... | was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a p... | show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its me... | things. He held no station among the Hands who could make speeches and carry on debates. Thousands of his compeers could talk much better than he, at any time. He was a good power-loom weaver, and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights... | and under the influence of that wintry piece of fact, she would become torpid again. CHAPTER X STEPHEN BLACKPOOL I ENTERTAIN a weak idea that the English people are as hard-worked as any people upon whom the sun shines. I acknowledge to this ridiculous idiosyncrasy, as a reason why I would give them a little more play.... | perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night,... | Hard Times |
"I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" | Stephen Blackpool | and they went on together.<|quote|>"I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?"</|quote|>"No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times | she replaced her hood again, and they went on together.<|quote|>"I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?"</|quote|>"No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! | bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together.<|quote|>"I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?"</|quo... | in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis... | gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would ... | and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off f... | whom the sun shines. I acknowledge to this ridiculous idiosyncrasy, as a reason why I would give them a little more play. In the hardest working part of Coketown; in the innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in; at the heart of the... | his words, a peck of trouble. He was usually called Old Stephen, in a kind of rough homage to the fact. A rather stooping man, with a knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particula... | Hard Times |
"No." | Rachel Gradgrind | thou wast ahind me, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm | went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times | thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Early t'night, lass?"... | raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, w... | he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was th... | more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; a... | this ridiculous idiosyncrasy, as a reason why I would give them a little more play. In the hardest working part of Coketown; in the innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in; at the heart of the labyrinth of narrow courts upon court... | and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, s... | Hard Times |
"Early t'night, lass?" | Stephen Blackpool | wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No."<|quote|>"Early t'night, lass?"</|quote|>"'Times I'm a little early, | on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No."<|quote|>"Early t'night, lass?"</|quote|>"'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. | years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No."<|quote|>"Early t'night, lass?"</|quote|>"'Time... | her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a sm... | saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there... | he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and th... | ridiculous idiosyncrasy, as a reason why I would give them a little more play. In the hardest working part of Coketown; in the innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in; at the heart of the labyrinth of narrow courts upon courts, an... | that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of the same somebody else's thorns in addition to his own. He had known, to use his words, a peck of trouble. He... | Hard Times |
"'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." | Rachel Gradgrind | Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?"<|quote|>"'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home."</|quote|>"Nor going t'other way, neither, | thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?"<|quote|>"'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home."</|quote|>"Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" | "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?"<|quote|>"'Times I'm a little early, S... | little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which w... | the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there. Making his pa... | what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and the Hands, me... | a reason why I would give them a little more play. In the hardest working part of Coketown; in the innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in; at the heart of the labyrinth of narrow courts upon courts, and close streets upon streets... | hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken intervals of leisure through many years, had mastered difficult sciences, and acquired a knowledge of most unlike... | Hard Times |
"Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" | Stephen Blackpool | be counted on, going home."<|quote|>"Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?"</|quote|>"No, Stephen." He looked at | little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home."<|quote|>"Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?"</|quote|>"No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in | though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home."<|quote|>"Nor going t'other way, nei... | and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replace... | indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fe... | factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and the Hands, men and women, boy and girl, were clattering home. Old Stephen was standing in the street,... | in the innermost fortifications of that ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in; at the heart of the labyrinth of narrow courts upon courts, and close streets upon streets, which had come into existence piecemeal, every piece in a violent hurry for some one man's... | He was usually called Old Stephen, in a kind of rough homage to the fact. A rather stooping man, with a knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his con... | Hard Times |
"No, Stephen." | Rachel Gradgrind | 't seems to me, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No, Stephen."</|quote|>He looked at her with | "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No, Stephen."</|quote|>He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, | eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No, Stephen."</|quot... | shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I ... | seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, b... | or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and the Hands, men and women, boy and girl, were clattering home. Old Stephen was standing in the street, with the old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery alw... | was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in; at the heart of the labyrinth of narrow courts upon courts, and close streets upon streets, which had come into existence piecemeal, every piece in a violent hurry for some one man's purpose, and the whole an unnatural family, shouldering, and tramp... | What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased aga... | Hard Times |
He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. | No speaker | to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen."<|quote|>He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it.</|quote|>"We are such tru... | t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen."<|quote|>He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him fo... | replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen."<|quote|>He looked at her... | hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou w... | without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being the... | travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and the Hands, men and women, boy and girl, were clattering home. Old Stephen was standing in the street, with the old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery always pro... | strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in; at the heart of the labyrinth of narrow courts upon courts, and close streets upon streets, which had come into existence piecemeal, every piece in a violent hurry for some one man's purpose, and the whole an unnatural family, shouldering, and trampling, a... | It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and th... | Hard Times |
"We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." | Rachel Gradgrind | to thank him for it.<|quote|>"We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now."</|quote|>"No, Rachael, thou'rt as young | arm a moment as if to thank him for it.<|quote|>"We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now."</|quote|>"No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One | He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it.<|quote|>"We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and... | replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with so... | former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; sh... | stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew... | shouldering, and trampling, and pressing one another to death; in the last close nook of this great exhausted receiver, where the chimneys, for want of air to make a draught, were built in an immense variety of stunted and crooked shapes, as though every house put out a sign of the kind of people who might be expected ... | speeches and carry on debates. Thousands of his compeers could talk much better than he, at any time. He was a good power-loom weaver, and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illu... | Hard Times |
"No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." | Stephen Blackpool | be such old folk, now."<|quote|>"No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast."</|quote|>"One of us would be | old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now."<|quote|>"No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast."</|quote|>"One of us would be puzzled how to get old, | she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now."<|quote|>"No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast."</|quote|>"One of u... | t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in what... | hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile ... | "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. ... | receiver, where the chimneys, for want of air to make a draught, were built in an immense variety of stunted and crooked shapes, as though every house put out a sign of the kind of people who might be expected to be born in it; among the multitude of Coketown, generically called "the Hands," a race who would have found... | softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfe... | Hard Times |
"One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," | Rachel Gradgrind | young as ever thou wast."<|quote|>"One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive,"</|quote|>she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, | now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast."<|quote|>"One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive,"</|quote|>she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and | expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast."<|quote|>"One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without ... | a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid... | and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though ... | was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then ... | make a draught, were built in an immense variety of stunted and crooked shapes, as though every house put out a sign of the kind of people who might be expected to be born in it; among the multitude of Coketown, generically called "the Hands," a race who would have found more favour with some people, if Providence had ... | with the old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under... | Hard Times |
she answered, laughing; | No speaker | so too, both being alive,"<|quote|>she answered, laughing;</|quote|>"but, anyways, we're such old | Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive,"<|quote|>she answered, laughing;</|quote|>"but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a | him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive,"<|quote|>she answered, laughing;</|quote|>"but, anyways, we'... | Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such... | her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together.... | and held close under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the ... | a sign of the kind of people who might be expected to be born in it; among the multitude of Coketown, generically called "the Hands," a race who would have found more favour with some people, if Providence had seen fit to make them only hands, or, like the lower creatures of the seashore, only hands and stomachs lived ... | was a good power-loom weaver, and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bel... | Hard Times |
"but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all," | Rachel Gradgrind | being alive," she answered, laughing;<|quote|>"but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all,"</|quote|>she said, with a cheerfulness | other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing;<|quote|>"but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all,"</|quote|>she said, w... | "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing;<|quote|>"but, anyways, we're such old friends, ... | He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting... | hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou w... | under their chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the length of three... | the kind of people who might be expected to be born in it; among the multitude of Coketown, generically called "the Hands," a race who would have found more favour with some people, if Providence had seen fit to make them only hands, or, like the lower creatures of the seashore, only hands and stomachs lived a certain ... | had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and the Hands, men and women, boy and girl, were clattering home. Old Stephen was standing in the street, with the old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Ye... | Hard Times |
she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him. | No speaker | not to be at all,"<|quote|>she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him.</|quote|>"'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try | be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all,"<|quote|>she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him.</|quote|>"'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill | being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all,"<|quote|>she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to com... | to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such ... | but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen... | in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itsel... | the lower creatures of the seashore, only hands and stomachs lived a certain Stephen Blackpool, forty years of age. Stephen looked older, but he had had a hard life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody els... | and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman... | Hard Times |
"'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." | Stephen Blackpool | sought to communicate to him.<|quote|>"'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael."</|quote|>"Try to think not; and | said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him.<|quote|>"'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael."</|quote|>"Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried | and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all," she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him.<|quote|>"'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael."</|quote|>"Try to think not; a... | and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' ... | went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but... | he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it ... | a certain Stephen Blackpool, forty years of age. Stephen looked older, but he had had a hard life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of... | had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never... | Hard Times |
"Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." | Rachel Gradgrind | him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael."<|quote|>"Try to think not; and 'twill seem better."</|quote|>"I've tried a long time, | she sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael."<|quote|>"Try to think not; and 'twill seem better."</|quote|>"I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But | word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all," she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael."<|quote|>"Try to think not; and 'twill seem better."... | and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a... | thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful an... | the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have ... | forty years of age. Stephen looked older, but he had had a hard life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of the same somebody else's tho... | on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with... | Hard Times |
"I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real... | Stephen Blackpool | not; and 'twill seem better."<|quote|>"I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a ... | anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better."<|quote|>"I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word... | be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all," she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better."<|quote|>"I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got bet... | "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to wal... | t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in what... | another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the figure itself moving along from lamp to lamp, brightening and fading as it went would have been enough to tell him who was there. Ma... | he had had a hard life. It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of the same somebody else's thorns in addition to his own. He had known, to u... | away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen it without the... | Hard Times |
"Never fret about them, Stephen," | Rachel Gradgrind | Better than some real ones."<|quote|>"Never fret about them, Stephen,"</|quote|>she answered quickly, and not | and a bright good law! Better than some real ones."<|quote|>"Never fret about them, Stephen,"</|quote|>she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at | talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones."<|quote|>"Never fret about them, Stephen,"</|quote|>she answered quickly, and... | 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all," she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to m... | laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," sh... | much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the ... | He was usually called Old Stephen, in a kind of rough homage to the fact. A rather stooping man, with a knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his con... | pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He lo... | Hard Times |
she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face. | No speaker | "Never fret about them, Stephen,"<|quote|>she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face.</|quote|>"Let the laws be." "Yes," | Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen,"<|quote|>she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face.</|quote|>"Let the laws be." "Yes," he said, with a slow | hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen,"<|quote|>she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at ... | 'twas not to be at all," she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many ... | his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "bu... | until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shini... | Stephen, in a kind of rough homage to the fact. A rather stooping man, with a knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He... | old sensation upon him which the stoppage of the machinery always produced the sensation of its having worked and stopped in his own head. "Yet I don't see Rachael, still!" said he. It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their ch... | Hard Times |
"Let the laws be." | Rachel Gradgrind | anxious glance at his face.<|quote|>"Let the laws be."</|quote|>"Yes," he said, with a | quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face.<|quote|>"Let the laws be."</|quote|>"Yes," he said, with a slow nod or two. "Let | done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face.<|quote|>"Let the laws be."</|quote|>"Yes," he said, with a sl... | sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me i... | are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide ... | walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a... | stooping man, with a knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, pieci... | once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and f... | Hard Times |
"Yes," | Stephen Blackpool | face. "Let the laws be."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>he said, with a slow | an anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>he said, with a slow nod or two. "Let 'em | good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>he said, with a slow nod or two. "... | him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that... | lad, and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth ... | She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years... | knitted brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their bro... | chins to keep the rain out. He knew Rachael well, for a glance at any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that she was not there. At last, there were no more to come; and then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the length of three streets, wh... | Hard Times |
he said, with a slow nod or two. | No speaker | "Let the laws be." "Yes,"<|quote|>he said, with a slow nod or two.</|quote|>"Let 'em be. Let everything | anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be." "Yes,"<|quote|>he said, with a slow nod or two.</|quote|>"Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. | and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be." "Yes,"<|quote|>he said, with a slow nod or two.</|quote|>"Let 'e... | "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy ... | and such old friends, and getting to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' ... | turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of ... | brow, a pondering expression of face, and a hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken inte... | on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment a... | Hard Times |
"Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw." | Stephen Blackpool | a slow nod or two.<|quote|>"Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw."</|quote|>"Always a muddle?" said Rachael, | be." "Yes," he said, with a slow nod or two.<|quote|>"Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw."</|quote|>"Always a muddle?" said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon | that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be." "Yes," he said, with a slow nod or two.<|quote|>"Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis ... | and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good l... | such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. '... | lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had sa... | hard-looking head sufficiently capacious, on which his iron-grey hair lay long and thin, Old Stephen might have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken intervals of leisure through many years, had mas... | walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a... | Hard Times |
"Always a muddle?" | Rachel Gradgrind | a muddle, and that's aw."<|quote|>"Always a muddle?"</|quote|>said Rachael, with another gentle | Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw."<|quote|>"Always a muddle?"</|quote|>said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon his arm, as | than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be." "Yes," he said, with a slow nod or two. "Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw."<|quote|>"Always a muddle?"</|quote|>said Rachael, wi... | 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and... | would be puzzled how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if ... | irradiated by a pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had be... | have passed for a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken intervals of leisure through many years, had mastered difficult sciences, and acquired a knowledge of most unlikely things. He held no station among the Ha... | then he turned away, saying in a tone of disappointment, "Why, then, ha' missed her!" But, he had not gone the length of three streets, when he saw another of the shawled figures in advance of him, at which he looked so keenly that perhaps its mere shadow indistinctly reflected on the wet pavement if he could have seen... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon his arm, as if to recall him out of the thoughtfulness, in which he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along. The touch had its instantaneous effect. He let them fall, turned a smiling face upon her, and said, as he broke into a good-humoured laug... | No speaker | that's aw." "Always a muddle?"<|quote|>said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon his arm, as if to recall him out of the thoughtfulness, in which he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along. The touch had its instantaneous effect. He let them fall, turned a smiling face upon her, and said... | alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw." "Always a muddle?"<|quote|>said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon his arm, as if to recall him out of the thoughtfulness, in which he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along. The touch had its instantaneous effect. He let them fall, turned a smili... | ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and not without an anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be." "Yes," he said, with a slow nod or two. "Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw." "Always a muddle?"<|quote|>said Rachael, with another gentle touch ... | fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than some real ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answered quickly, and not without ... | how to get old, Stephen, without 't other getting so too, both being alive," she answered, laughing; "but, anyways, we're such old friends, and t' hide a word of honest truth fro' one another would be a sin and a pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be a... | pair of very gentle eyes, and further set off by the perfect order of her shining black hair. It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age. "Ah, lad! 'Tis thou?" When she had said this, with a smile which would have been quite expressed, though nothing of her had been seen but her ... | a particularly intelligent man in his condition. Yet he was not. He took no place among those remarkable "Hands," who, piecing together their broken intervals of leisure through many years, had mastered difficult sciences, and acquired a knowledge of most unlikely things. He held no station among the Hands who could ma... | He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it. "We are such true friends, lad, and such old friends, and getting... | Hard Times |
"Ay, Rachael, lass, awlus a muddle. That's where I stick. I come to the muddle many times and agen, and I never get beyond it." | Stephen Blackpool | broke into a good-humoured laugh,<|quote|>"Ay, Rachael, lass, awlus a muddle. That's where I stick. I come to the muddle many times and agen, and I never get beyond it."</|quote|>They had walked some distance, | her, and said, as he broke into a good-humoured laugh,<|quote|>"Ay, Rachael, lass, awlus a muddle. That's where I stick. I come to the muddle many times and agen, and I never get beyond it."</|quote|>They had walked some distance, and were near their own | as if to recall him out of the thoughtfulness, in which he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along. The touch had its instantaneous effect. He let them fall, turned a smiling face upon her, and said, as he broke into a good-humoured laugh,<|quote|>"Ay, Rachael, lass, awlus a muddle. That's ... | and not without an anxious glance at his face. "Let the laws be." "Yes," he said, with a slow nod or two. "Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw." "Always a muddle?" said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon his arm, as if to recall him out of the thoughtfulness, in which h... | be at all," she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou ha... | had been seen but her pleasant eyes, she replaced her hood again, and they went on together. "I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?" "No." "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?... | his compeers could talk much better than he, at any time. He was a good power-loom weaver, and a man of perfect integrity. What more he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the traveller... | to tell him who was there. Making his pace at once much quicker and much softer, he darted on until he was very near this figure, then fell into his former walk, and called "Rachael!" She turned, being then in the brightness of a lamp; and raising her hood a little, showed a quiet oval face, dark and rather delicate, i... | Hard Times |
They had walked some distance, and were near their own homes. The woman's was the first reached. It was in one of the many small streets for which the favourite undertaker (who turned a handsome sum out of the one poor ghastly pomp of the neighbourhood) kept a black ladder, in order that those who had done their daily ... | No speaker | I never get beyond it."<|quote|>They had walked some distance, and were near their own homes. The woman's was the first reached. It was in one of the many small streets for which the favourite undertaker (who turned a handsome sum out of the one poor ghastly pomp of the neighbourhood) kept a black ladder, in order that... | many times and agen, and I never get beyond it."<|quote|>They had walked some distance, and were near their own homes. The woman's was the first reached. It was in one of the many small streets for which the favourite undertaker (who turned a handsome sum out of the one poor ghastly pomp of the neighbourhood) kept a bl... | The touch had its instantaneous effect. He let them fall, turned a smiling face upon her, and said, as he broke into a good-humoured laugh, "Ay, Rachael, lass, awlus a muddle. That's where I stick. I come to the muddle many times and agen, and I never get beyond it."<|quote|>They had walked some distance, and were near... | Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a muddle, and that's aw." "Always a muddle?" said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon his arm, as if to recall him out of the thoughtfulness, in which he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along. The touch had its instantaneous effect. He let ... | better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right; 't might mak fok talk, even of thee. Thou hast been that to me, Rachael, through so many year: thou hast done me so much good, and heartened of me in that cheering way, that thy word is a law to me. Ah, lass, and a bright good law! Better than ... | "Early t'night, lass?" "'Times I'm a little early, Stephen! 'times a little late. I'm never to be counted on, going home." "Nor going t'other way, neither, 't seems to me, Rachael?" "No, Stephen." He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right ... | he was, or what else he had in him, if anything, let him show for himself. The lights in the great factories, which looked, when they were illuminated, like Fairy palaces or the travellers by express-train said so were all extinguished; and the bells had rung for knocking off for the night, and had ceased again; and th... | pity. 'Tis better not to walk too much together. 'Times, yes! 'Twould be hard, indeed, if 'twas not to be at all," she said, with a cheerfulness she sought to communicate to him. "'Tis hard, anyways, Rachael." "Try to think not; and 'twill seem better." "I've tried a long time, and 'ta'nt got better. But thou'rt right;... | Hard Times |
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