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"Good night, dear lass; good night!" | Stephen Blackpool | his, wished him good night.<|quote|>"Good night, dear lass; good night!"</|quote|>She went, with her neat | and putting her hand in his, wished him good night.<|quote|>"Good night, dear lass; good night!"</|quote|>She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly | ghastly pomp of the neighbourhood) kept a black ladder, in order that those who had done their daily groping up and down the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night.<|quote|>"Good night, dear lass; good night!"</|q... | times and agen, and I never get beyond it." 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, i... | 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 he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along. The touch ... | 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' one anoth... | 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 any one of these groups w... | 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 wast ahind me, Rac... | Hard Times |
She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the dark street, and he stood looking after her until she turned into one of the small houses. There was not a flutter of her coarse shawl, perhaps, but had its interest in this man's eyes; not a tone of her voice but had its echo in his innermost heart. W... | No speaker | night, dear lass; good night!"<|quote|>She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the dark street, and he stood looking after her until she turned into one of the small houses. There was not a flutter of her coarse shawl, perhaps, but had its interest in this man's eyes; not a tone of her voice but... | wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!"<|quote|>She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the dark street, and he stood looking after her until she turned into one of the small houses. There was not a flutter of her coarse shawl, perhaps, but had its interest in this man's eyes... | a black ladder, in order that those who had done their daily groping up and down the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!"<|quote|>She went, with her neat figure and her sobe... | get beyond it." 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 d... | "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 he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along. The touch had its instantaneous ef... | 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. '... | 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 any one of these groups was sufficient to show him that sh... | '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; 't mi... | Hard Times |
"Heaven's mercy, woman!" | Stephen Blackpool | woman in a sitting attitude.<|quote|>"Heaven's mercy, woman!"</|quote|>he cried, falling farther off | into the form of a woman in a sitting attitude.<|quote|>"Heaven's mercy, woman!"</|quote|>he cried, falling farther off from the figure. "Hast thou | though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the hearth to set the candle down upon a round three-legged table standing there, he stumbled against something. As he recoiled, looking down at it, it raised itself up into the form of a woman in a sitting attitude.<|quote|>"Heaven's mercy, woman!"</|quot... | and went upstairs into his lodging. It was a room, not unacquainted with the black ladder under various tenants; but as neat, at present, as such a room could be. A few books and writings were on an old bureau in a corner, the furniture was decent and sufficient, and, though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was cle... | night, as he went on. His home, in such another street as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their while to sell or buy the wretched little toys, mixed up in its window with cheap newspapers and pork (there was a leg to be raffled for to-mo... | sum out of the one poor ghastly pomp of the neighbourhood) kept a black ladder, in order that those who had done their daily groping up and down the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; ... | 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 to be suc... | 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," he said, with a slow nod or two. "Let 'em be. Let everything be. Let all sorts alone. 'Tis a m... | Hard Times |
he cried, falling farther off from the figure. | No speaker | sitting attitude. "Heaven's mercy, woman!"<|quote|>he cried, falling farther off from the figure.</|quote|>"Hast thou come back again!" | of a woman in a sitting attitude. "Heaven's mercy, woman!"<|quote|>he cried, falling farther off from the figure.</|quote|>"Hast thou come back again!" Such a woman! A disabled, | was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the hearth to set the candle down upon a round three-legged table standing there, he stumbled against something. As he recoiled, looking down at it, it raised itself up into the form of a woman in a sitting attitude. "Heaven's mercy, woman!"<|quote|>he cried, falling farther of... | into his lodging. It was a room, not unacquainted with the black ladder under various tenants; but as neat, at present, as such a room could be. A few books and writings were on an old bureau in a corner, the furniture was decent and sufficient, and, though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the h... | went on. His home, in such another street as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their while to sell or buy the wretched little toys, mixed up in its window with cheap newspapers and pork (there was a leg to be raffled for to-morrow-night), ... | the one poor ghastly pomp of the neighbourhood) kept a black ladder, in order that those who had done their daily groping up and down the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!... | 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 to be such old folk, ... | 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 groping up and down the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped ... | Hard Times |
"Hast thou come back again!" | Stephen Blackpool | farther off from the figure.<|quote|>"Hast thou come back again!"</|quote|>Such a woman! A disabled, | mercy, woman!" he cried, falling farther off from the figure.<|quote|>"Hast thou come back again!"</|quote|>Such a woman! A disabled, drunken creature, barely able to | the hearth to set the candle down upon a round three-legged table standing there, he stumbled against something. As he recoiled, looking down at it, it raised itself up into the form of a woman in a sitting attitude. "Heaven's mercy, woman!" he cried, falling farther off from the figure.<|quote|>"Hast thou come back ag... | unacquainted with the black ladder under various tenants; but as neat, at present, as such a room could be. A few books and writings were on an old bureau in a corner, the furniture was decent and sufficient, and, though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the hearth to set the candle down upon a r... | as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their while to sell or buy the wretched little toys, mixed up in its window with cheap newspapers and pork (there was a leg to be raffled for to-morrow-night), matters not here. He took his end of candl... | kept a black ladder, in order that those who had done their daily groping up and down the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!" She went, with her neat figure and her sober w... | 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 to be such old folk, now." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever... | the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!" She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the dark street, and he stood looking after her until she turned int... | Hard Times |
Such a woman! A disabled, drunken creature, barely able to preserve her sitting posture by steadying herself with one begrimed hand on the floor, while the other was so purposeless in trying to push away her tangled hair from her face, that it only blinded her the more with the dirt upon it. A creature so foul to look ... | No speaker | "Hast thou come back again!"<|quote|>Such a woman! A disabled, drunken creature, barely able to preserve her sitting posture by steadying herself with one begrimed hand on the floor, while the other was so purposeless in trying to push away her tangled hair from her face, that it only blinded her the more with the dirt... | farther off from the figure. "Hast thou come back again!"<|quote|>Such a woman! A disabled, drunken creature, barely able to preserve her sitting posture by steadying herself with one begrimed hand on the floor, while the other was so purposeless in trying to push away her tangled hair from her face, that it only blind... | candle down upon a round three-legged table standing there, he stumbled against something. As he recoiled, looking down at it, it raised itself up into the form of a woman in a sitting attitude. "Heaven's mercy, woman!" he cried, falling farther off from the figure. "Hast thou come back again!"<|quote|>Such a woman! A ... | under various tenants; but as neat, at present, as such a room could be. A few books and writings were on an old bureau in a corner, the furniture was decent and sufficient, and, though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the hearth to set the candle down upon a round three-legged table standing th... | it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their while to sell or buy the wretched little toys, mixed up in its window with cheap newspapers and pork (there was a leg to be raffled for to-morrow-night), matters not here. He took his end of candle from a shelf, lighted it... | order that those who had done their daily groping up and down the narrow stairs might slide out of this working world by the windows. She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!" She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the da... | 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." "No, Rachael, thou'rt as young as ever thou wast." "One of us would be puzzle... | putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!" She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the dark street, and he stood looking after her until she turned into one of the small houses. There was not a flutter of her coarse shawl, perhaps, but had its interest i... | Hard Times |
Some hoarse sounds meant for this, came mockingly out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast. | No speaker | "Eigh, lad? What, yo'r there?"<|quote|>Some hoarse sounds meant for this, came mockingly out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast.</|quote|>"Back agen?" she screeched, after | face was stolid and drowsy. "Eigh, lad? What, yo'r there?"<|quote|>Some hoarse sounds meant for this, came mockingly out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast.</|quote|>"Back agen?" she screeched, after some minutes, as if he | away from her eyes sufficiently to obtain a sight of him. Then she sat swaying her body to and fro, and making gestures with her unnerved arm, which seemed intended as the accompaniment to a fit of laughter, though her face was stolid and drowsy. "Eigh, lad? What, yo'r there?"<|quote|>Some hoarse sounds meant for this,... | in her tatters, stains and splashes, but so much fouler than that in her moral infamy, that it was a shameful thing even to see her. After an impatient oath or two, and some stupid clawing of herself with the hand not necessary to her support, she got her hair away from her eyes sufficiently to obtain a sight of him. T... | stumbled against something. As he recoiled, looking down at it, it raised itself up into the form of a woman in a sitting attitude. "Heaven's mercy, woman!" he cried, falling farther off from the figure. "Hast thou come back again!" Such a woman! A disabled, drunken creature, barely able to preserve her sitting posture... | and casting Titanic shadows of the steam-engines at rest, upon the walls where they were lodged. The man seemed to have brightened with the night, as he went on. His home, in such another street as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their w... | 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 ones." "Never fret about them, Stephen," she answer... | decent and sufficient, and, though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the hearth to set the candle down upon a round three-legged table standing there, he stumbled against something. As he recoiled, looking down at it, it raised itself up into the form of a woman in a sitting attitude. "Heaven's m... | Hard Times |
she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it. | No speaker | on her breast. "Back agen?"<|quote|>she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it.</|quote|>"Yes! And back agen. Back | and her head dropped forward on her breast. "Back agen?"<|quote|>she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it.</|quote|>"Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so | with her unnerved arm, which seemed intended as the accompaniment to a fit of laughter, though her face was stolid and drowsy. "Eigh, lad? What, yo'r there?" Some hoarse sounds meant for this, came mockingly out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast. "Back agen?"<|quote|>she screeched, after some m... | to see her. After an impatient oath or two, and some stupid clawing of herself with the hand not necessary to her support, she got her hair away from her eyes sufficiently to obtain a sight of him. Then she sat swaying her body to and fro, and making gestures with her unnerved arm, which seemed intended as the accompan... | attitude. "Heaven's mercy, woman!" he cried, falling farther off from the figure. "Hast thou come back again!" Such a woman! A disabled, drunken creature, barely able to preserve her sitting posture by steadying herself with one begrimed hand on the floor, while the other was so purposeless in trying to push away her t... | the night, as he went on. His home, in such another street as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their while to sell or buy the wretched little toys, mixed up in its window with cheap newspapers and pork (there was a leg to be raffled for t... | 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. "Let the laws be." "Yes," he said, with a slow nod or two. "L... | they were broken now, and the rain had ceased, and the moon shone, looking down the high chimneys of Coketown on the deep furnaces below, and casting Titanic shadows of the steam-engines at rest, upon the walls where they were lodged. The man seemed to have brightened with the night, as he went on. His home, in such an... | Hard Times |
Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him. | No speaker | Back? Yes, back. Why not?"<|quote|>Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him.</|quote|>"I'll sell thee off aga... | ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?"<|quote|>Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him.</|quote|... | sounds meant for this, came mockingly out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast. "Back agen?" she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it. "Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?"<|quote|>Roused by the unmeaning violence with which sh... | her eyes sufficiently to obtain a sight of him. Then she sat swaying her body to and fro, and making gestures with her unnerved arm, which seemed intended as the accompaniment to a fit of laughter, though her face was stolid and drowsy. "Eigh, lad? What, yo'r there?" Some hoarse sounds meant for this, came mockingly ou... | sitting posture by steadying herself with one begrimed hand on the floor, while the other was so purposeless in trying to push away her tangled hair from her face, that it only blinded her the more with the dirt upon it. A creature so foul to look at, in her tatters, stains and splashes, but so much fouler than that in... | pass that any people found it worth their while to sell or buy the wretched little toys, mixed up in its window with cheap newspapers and pork (there was a leg to be raffled for to-morrow-night), matters not here. He took his end of candle from a shelf, lighted it at another end of candle on the counter, without distur... | 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." "Always a muddle?" said Rachael, with another gentle... | putting her hand in his, wished him good night. "Good night, dear lass; good night!" She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the dark street, and he stood looking after her until she turned into one of the small houses. There was not a flutter of her coarse shawl, perhaps, but had its interest i... | Hard Times |
she cried, with something between a furious menace and an effort at a defiant dance. | No speaker | off a score of times!"<|quote|>she cried, with something between a furious menace and an effort at a defiant dance.</|quote|>"Come awa' from th' bed!" | again, and I'll sell thee off a score of times!"<|quote|>she cried, with something between a furious menace and an effort at a defiant dance.</|quote|>"Come awa' from th' bed!" He was sitting on the | up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him. "I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off a score of times!"<|quote|>she cried, with something between a ... | head dropped forward on her breast. "Back agen?" she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it. "Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?" Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her sh... | infamy, that it was a shameful thing even to see her. After an impatient oath or two, and some stupid clawing of herself with the hand not necessary to her support, she got her hair away from her eyes sufficiently to obtain a sight of him. Then she sat swaying her body to and fro, and making gestures with her unnerved ... | the shop who was asleep in her little room, and went upstairs into his lodging. It was a room, not unacquainted with the black ladder under various tenants; but as neat, at present, as such a room could be. A few books and writings were on an old bureau in a corner, the furniture was decent and sufficient, and, though ... | 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, "Ay, Rachael, lass, awlus a muddle. That's where I sti... | lodged. The man seemed to have brightened with the night, as he went on. His home, in such another street as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their while to sell or buy the wretched little toys, mixed up in its window with cheap newspaper... | Hard Times |
He was sitting on the side of it, with his face hidden in his hands. | No speaker | "Come awa' from th' bed!"<|quote|>He was sitting on the side of it, with his face hidden in his hands.</|quote|>"Come awa! from 't. 'Tis | effort at a defiant dance. "Come awa' from th' bed!"<|quote|>He was sitting on the side of it, with his face hidden in his hands.</|quote|>"Come awa! from 't. 'Tis mine, and I've a right | of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him. "I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off a score of times!" she cried, with something between a furious menace and an effort at a defiant dance. "Come awa' from th' bed!"<|quote|>He was sitting on the side of it, with his face hid... | it. "Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?" Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look ... | clawing of herself with the hand not necessary to her support, she got her hair away from her eyes sufficiently to obtain a sight of him. Then she sat swaying her body to and fro, and making gestures with her unnerved arm, which seemed intended as the accompaniment to a fit of laughter, though her face was stolid and d... | unacquainted with the black ladder under various tenants; but as neat, at present, as such a room could be. A few books and writings were on an old bureau in a corner, the furniture was decent and sufficient, and, though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the hearth to set the candle down upon a r... | 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, "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." They had walked some distance, a... | tangled hair from her face, that it only blinded her the more with the dirt upon it. A creature so foul to look at, in her tatters, stains and splashes, but so much fouler than that in her moral infamy, that it was a shameful thing even to see her. After an impatient oath or two, and some stupid clawing of herself with... | Hard Times |
As she staggered to it, he avoided her with a shudder, and passed his face still hidden to the opposite end of the room. She threw herself upon the bed heavily, and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a covering over her; as if his hands were not enough to hid... | No speaker | I've a right to t'!"<|quote|>As she staggered to it, he avoided her with a shudder, and passed his face still hidden to the opposite end of the room. She threw herself upon the bed heavily, and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a covering over her; as if his... | from 't. 'Tis mine, and I've a right to t'!"<|quote|>As she staggered to it, he avoided her with a shudder, and passed his face still hidden to the opposite end of the room. She threw herself upon the bed heavily, and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a cove... | score of times!" she cried, with something between a furious menace and an effort at a defiant dance. "Come awa' from th' bed!" He was sitting on the side of it, with his face hidden in his hands. "Come awa! from 't. 'Tis mine, and I've a right to t'!"<|quote|>As she staggered to it, he avoided her with a shudder, and ... | out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him. "I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off a score of times!" she cried, with something... | she sat swaying her body to and fro, and making gestures with her unnerved arm, which seemed intended as the accompaniment to a fit of laughter, though her face was stolid and drowsy. "Eigh, lad? What, yo'r there?" Some hoarse sounds meant for this, came mockingly out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her... | old bureau in a corner, the furniture was decent and sufficient, and, though the atmosphere was tainted, the room was clean. Going to the hearth to set the candle down upon a round three-legged table standing there, he stumbled against something. As he recoiled, looking down at it, it raised itself up into the form of ... | 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." 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... | and casting Titanic shadows of the steam-engines at rest, upon the walls where they were lodged. The man seemed to have brightened with the night, as he went on. His home, in such another street as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop. How it came to pass that any people found it worth their w... | Hard Times |
"Now, Stephen," | Josiah Bounderby | she considered lunch a weakness.<|quote|>"Now, Stephen,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the | in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness.<|quote|>"Now, Stephen,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made | Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness.<|quote|>"Now, Stephen,"</|quote|... | of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at... | of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door,... | all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There i... | out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast. "Back agen?" she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it. "Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?" Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood su... | showed the monstrous serpents of smoke trailing themselves over Coketown. A clattering of clogs upon the pavement; a rapid ringing of bells; and all the melancholy mad elephants, polished and oiled up for the day's monotony, were at their heavy exercise again. Stephen bent over his loom, quiet, watchful, and steady. A ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"what's the matter with _you_?" | own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not | netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</... | Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fi... | hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two... | calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mys... | her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast. "Back agen?" she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it. "Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?" Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supportin... | against the flaming lights within. The lights were turned out, and the work went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of co... | Hard Times |
"what's the matter with _you_?" | Josiah Bounderby | "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"what's the matter with _you_?"</|quote|>Stephen made a bow. Not | she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"what's the matter with _you_?"</|quote|>Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands | fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"what's the matt... | to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-s... | the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, ... | National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there i... | and her head dropped forward on her breast. "Back agen?" she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it. "Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?" Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself wit... | and the work went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and ... | Hard Times |
Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. | No speaker | "what's the matter with _you_?"<|quote|>Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat.</|quote|>"Now, you... | "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?"<|quote|>Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends in... | with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?"<|quote|>Stephen made a bow. N... | in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one ... | wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters v... | the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery ... | on her breast. "Back agen?" she screeched, after some minutes, as if he had that moment said it. "Yes! And back agen. Back agen ever and ever so often. Back? Yes, back. Why not?" Roused by the unmeaning violence with which she cried it out, she scrambled up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the w... | me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable myste... | Hard Times |
"Now, you know," | Josiah Bounderby | neckerchief ends into his waistcoat.<|quote|>"Now, you know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, taking some | for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat.<|quote|>"Now, you know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had | matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat.<|quote|>"Now, you know,"</|quote|>said... | a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Steph... | street door, up two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requ... | is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing we were to reverse our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means! The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. The lights were t... | up, and stood supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him. "I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off a score of times!" she cried, with something between a furious ... | in the forest of looms where Stephen worked, to the crashing, smashing, tearing piece of mechanism at which he laboured. Never fear, good people of an anxious turn of mind, that Art will consign Nature to oblivion. Set anywhere, side by side, the work of GOD and the work of man; and the former, even though it be a troo... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, | No speaker | his waistcoat. "Now, you know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry,</|quote|>"we have never had any | tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry,</|quote|>"we have never had any difficulty with you, and you | Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, taking some s... | with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a ser... | two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of su... | in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing we were to reverse our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means! The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. The lights were turned out, and... | supporting herself with her shoulders against the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him. "I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off a score of times!" she cried, with something between a furious menace and an ... | will gain in dignity from the comparison. So many hundred Hands in this Mill; so many hundred horse Steam Power. It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or... | Hard Times |
"we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" | Josiah Bounderby | Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry,<|quote|>"we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby always represented... | waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry,<|quote|>"we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!"</|quote|... | servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry,<|quote|>"we have never had ... | stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will ... | very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was n... | mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing we were to reverse our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means! The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. The lights were turned out, and the work went on. The rain fell... | the wall; dangling in one hand by the string, a dunghill-fragment of a bonnet, and trying to look scornfully at him. "I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off again, and I'll sell thee off a score of times!" she cried, with something between a furious menace and an effort at a defiant dance. "Come awa' from th'... | the work of man; and the former, even though it be a troop of Hands of very small account, will gain in dignity from the comparison. So many hundred Hands in this Mill; so many hundred horse Steam Power. It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the Nat... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; | No speaker | good many of 'em do!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied;</|quote|>"and therefore I know already | a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied;</|quote|>"and therefore I know already that you have not come | "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct ... | servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any diff... | Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a... | went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain. The wor... | an effort at a defiant dance. "Come awa' from th' bed!" He was sitting on the side of it, with his face hidden in his hands. "Come awa! from 't. 'Tis mine, and I've a right to t'!" As she staggered to it, he avoided her with a shudder, and passed his face still hidden to the opposite end of the room. She threw herself ... | upon the pavements. The looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour. Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal em... | Hard Times |
"and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." | Josiah Bounderby | who was not entirely satisfied;<|quote|>"and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand."</|quote|>"No, sir, sure I ha' | direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied;<|quote|>"and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand."</|quote|>"No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' | to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied;<|quote|>"and therefore I know already that you have not come here to mak... | been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach... | Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately per... | In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain. The work went on, until the noon-bell rang. More clattering upon the pavements. The looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for ... | face hidden in his hands. "Come awa! from 't. 'Tis mine, and I've a right to t'!" As she staggered to it, he avoided her with a shudder, and passed his face still hidden to the opposite end of the room. She threw herself upon the bed heavily, and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that ... | Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfa... | Hard Times |
"No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." | Stephen Blackpool | am certain of that, beforehand."<|quote|>"No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, | complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand."<|quote|>"No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. | good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand."<|quote|>"No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for ... | Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the s... | one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile ... | everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain. The work went on, until the noon-bell rang. More clattering upon the pavements. The looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour. Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and... | her with a shudder, and passed his face still hidden to the opposite end of the room. She threw herself upon the bed heavily, and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a covering over her; as if his hands were not enough to hide her, even in the darkness. CHAPTE... | regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing we were to reverse our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means! The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. | No speaker | for nowt o' th' kind."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction.</|quote|>"Very well," he returned. "You're | sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction.</|quote|>"Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I | the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwi... | you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfi... | of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, s... | went on, until the noon-bell rang. More clattering upon the pavements. The looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour. Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walke... | opposite end of the room. She threw herself upon the bed heavily, and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a covering over her; as if his hands were not enough to hide her, even in the darkness. CHAPTER XI NO WAY OUT THE Fairy palaces burst into illumination, b... | brazen door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, h... | Hard Times |
"Very well," | Josiah Bounderby | notwithstanding his previous strong conviction.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>he returned. "You're a steady | Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not | was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction.<|quote|>"Very well,"... | ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not c... | supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been wi... | pavements. The looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour. Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer li... | bed heavily, and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a covering over her; as if his hands were not enough to hide her, even in the darkness. CHAPTER XI NO WAY OUT THE Fairy palaces burst into illumination, before pale morning showed the monstrous serpents of s... | upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome ... | Hard Times |
he returned. | No speaker | previous strong conviction. "Very well,"<|quote|>he returned.</|quote|>"You're a steady Hand, and | seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well,"<|quote|>he returned.</|quote|>"You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, | entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well,"<|quote|>he retu... | don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here t... | meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty y... | looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour. Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red h... | and soon was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a covering over her; as if his hands were not enough to hide her, even in the darkness. CHAPTER XI NO WAY OUT THE Fairy palaces burst into illumination, before pale morning showed the monstrous serpents of smoke trailing... | rang. More clattering upon the pavements. The looms, and wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour. Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on ... | Hard Times |
"You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" | Josiah Bounderby | conviction. "Very well," he returned.<|quote|>"You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!"</|quote|>Stephen happened to glance towards | surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned.<|quote|>"You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!"</|quote|>Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsi... | "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned.<|quote|>"You're a stea... | to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a comp... | but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a c... | wheels, and Hands all out of gear for an hour. Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with b... | was snoring hard. He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night. It was to throw a covering over her; as if his hands were not enough to hide her, even in the darkness. CHAPTER XI NO WAY OUT THE Fairy palaces burst into illumination, before pale morning showed the monstrous serpents of smoke trailing themselv... | requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a c... | Hard Times |
Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | say? Out with it, lad!"<|quote|>Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I can go, Mr. Bounderby, | What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!"<|quote|>Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said | Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!"<|quote|>Stephen happened to glance t... | sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding h... | Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one... | quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen door-handle un... | CHAPTER XI NO WAY OUT THE Fairy palaces burst into illumination, before pale morning showed the monstrous serpents of smoke trailing themselves over Coketown. A clattering of clogs upon the pavement; a rapid ringing of bells; and all the melancholy mad elephants, polished and oiled up for the day's monotony, were at th... | leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a ... | Hard Times |
"I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," | Mrs. Sparsit | to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it,"</|quote|>said that self-sacrificing lady, making | with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it,"</|quote|>said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her | strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it,"</|q... | Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well,... | them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't exp... | as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. B... | palaces burst into illumination, before pale morning showed the monstrous serpents of smoke trailing themselves over Coketown. A clattering of clogs upon the pavement; a rapid ringing of bells; and all the melancholy mad elephants, polished and oiled up for the day's monotony, were at their heavy exercise again. Stephe... | door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might... | Hard Times |
said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen: | No speaker | Bounderby, if you wish it,"<|quote|>said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to... | Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it,"<|quote|>said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mout... | Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it,"<|quote|>said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foo... | know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mi... | twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and ... | his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop. Mr. Bounderby was at his lunch. So Stephen had expe... | monstrous serpents of smoke trailing themselves over Coketown. A clattering of clogs upon the pavement; a rapid ringing of bells; and all the melancholy mad elephants, polished and oiled up for the day's monotony, were at their heavy exercise again. Stephen bent over his loom, quiet, watchful, and steady. A special con... | a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never... | Hard Times |
"Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got t... | Josiah Bounderby | chop, he said to Stephen:<|quote|>"Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leav... | and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen:<|quote|>"Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a... | said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen:<|quote|>"Now you know, thi... | Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of... | up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now... | So Stephen had expected. Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sigh... | special contrast, as every man was in the forest of looms where Stephen worked, to the crashing, smashing, tearing piece of mechanism at which he laboured. Never fear, good people of an anxious turn of mind, that Art will consign Nature to oblivion. Set anywhere, side by side, the work of GOD and the work of man; and t... | one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile ... | Hard Times |
"Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," | Mrs. Sparsit | will stay where she is."<|quote|>"Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen',"</|quote|>was the reply, accompanied with | a born lady, this lady will stay where she is."<|quote|>"Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen',"</|quote|>was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," | up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is."<|quote|>"Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I ... | hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen: "Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say th... | seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsi... | Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'... | Mill; so many hundred horse Steam Power. It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, ... | chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen,"... | Hard Times |
was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. | No speaker | sin' I were born mysen',"<|quote|>was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush.</|quote|>"Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, | a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen',"<|quote|>was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush.</|quote|>"Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and | lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen',"<|quote|>was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush.</|quote|>"Very well," said Mr.... | a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born... | let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed ... | lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchi... | do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated act... | with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I h... | Hard Times |
"Very well," | Josiah Bounderby | accompanied with a slight flush.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away | born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. | what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and ... | not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where s... | it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop i... | "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. ... | National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there i... | said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. | No speaker | a slight flush. "Very well,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back.</|quote|>"Fire away!" "I ha' coom," | was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back.</|quote|>"Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes | have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back.</|qu... | suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is."... | that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspens... | matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, t... | can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathoma... | Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you k... | Hard Times |
"Fire away!" | Josiah Bounderby | his plate, and leaning back.<|quote|>"Fire away!"</|quote|>"I ha' coom," Stephen began, | said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back.<|quote|>"Fire away!"</|quote|>"I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the | lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back.<|quote|>"Fire away!"</|quote|>"I ha' coom," Stephen bega... | hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten fo... | got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out hi... | one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty w... | love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. S... | coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Step... | Hard Times |
"I ha' coom," | Stephen Blackpool | and leaning back. "Fire away!"<|quote|>"I ha' coom,"</|quote|>Stephen began, raising his eyes | Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!"<|quote|>"I ha' coom,"</|quote|>Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a | lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!"<|quote|>"I ha' coom,"</|quote|>Stephen began, raising ... | very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lad... | say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left ... | Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, a... | hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing... | been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set up in a coach... | Hard Times |
Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, | No speaker | "Fire away!" "I ha' coom,"<|quote|>Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration,</|quote|>"to ask yo yor advice. | his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom,"<|quote|>Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration,</|quote|>"to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I | where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom,"<|quote|>Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor,... | the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, si... | it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, wi... | do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never... | or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing we were to reverse our... | conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sac... | Hard Times |
"to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." | Stephen Blackpool | floor, after a moment's consideration,<|quote|>"to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her."</|quote|>"I ha... | raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration,<|quote|>"to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husba... | not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration,<|quote|>"to ask yo yor advic... | you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompani... | Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Ste... | if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never been one of the unreasonable ones. You don't expect to be set ... | at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. Supposing we were to reverse our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quanti... | troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity an... | Hard Times |
"I have heard all this before," | Josiah Bounderby | a unkind husband to her."<|quote|>"I have heard all this before,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "She took | me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her."<|quote|>"I have heard all this before,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "She took to drinking, left off working, | ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her."<|quote|>"I have heard all this before,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounder... | fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't... | chop, he said to Stephen: "Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the ro... | don't expect to be set up in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here t... | to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means! The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. The lights were turned out, and the work went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the w... | Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | have heard all this before,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"She took to drinking, left | unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, | 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"She took to drinking,... | year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married ... | you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say... | in a coach and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, y... | by other means! The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. The lights were turned out, and the work went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the esc... | that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, taking some sherry, "we have never had any difficulty with you, and you have never be... | Hard Times |
"She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." | Josiah Bounderby | this before," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry."</|quote|>"I were patient wi' her." | her." "I have heard all this before," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry."</|quote|>"I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, | were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"She took to drinking, left off working, sold ... | were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Mond... | good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said ... | and six, and to be fed on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I ... | The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. The lights were turned out, and the work went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the li... | Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but impli... | Hard Times |
"I were patient wi' her." | Stephen Blackpool | clothes, and played old Gooseberry."<|quote|>"I were patient wi' her."</|quote|>(" "The more fool you, | sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry."<|quote|>"I were patient wi' her."</|quote|>(" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, | enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before," said Mr. Bounderby. "She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry."<|quote|>"I were patient wi' her."</|q... | away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! S... | my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had ... | good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' ... | turned out, and the work went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil ... | by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a we... | Hard Times |
(" | No speaker | "I were patient wi' her."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"The more fool you, I | clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in | herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before," said Mr. Bounderby. "She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"The more fool yo... | back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along ... | she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitte... | Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounder... | went on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain. The wor... | his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen: "Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before ... | Hard Times |
"The more fool you, I think," | Josiah Bounderby | were patient wi' her." ("<|quote|>"The more fool you, I think,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence | and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." ("<|quote|>"The more fool you, I think,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were | Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before," said Mr. Bounderby. "She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." ("<|quote|>"The more fool you, I think,"</|quo... | "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me.... | hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten fo... | Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby s... | on. The rain fell, and the Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain. The work wen... | Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a complimentary toilet for Mrs. Sparsit, tucked his neckerchief ends into his waistcoat. "Now, you know,... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) | No speaker | more fool you, I think,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.)</|quote|>"I were very patient wi' | patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.)</|quote|>"I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean | along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before," said Mr. Bounderby. "She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence ... | began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husban... | tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I... | the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstandi... | Smoke-serpents, submissive to the curse of all that tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain. The work went on, until the noon-bell r... | against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, n... | Hard Times |
"I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" | Stephen Blackpool | in confidence to his wine-glass.)<|quote|>"I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' du... | I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.)<|quote|>"I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln ... | unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before," said Mr. Bounderby. "She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.)<|quote|>"I were very p... | a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I have heard all this before," sai... | tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the re... | Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well,... | tribe, trailed themselves upon the earth. In the waste-yard outside, the steam from the escape pipe, the litter of barrels and old iron, the shining heaps of coals, the ashes everywhere, were shrouded in a veil of mist and rain. The work went on, until the noon-bell rang. More clattering upon the pavements. The looms, ... | a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this l... | Hard Times |
Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. | No speaker | once, not twice twenty time!"<|quote|>Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone.</|quote|>"From bad to worse, from | I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!"<|quote|>Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone.</|quote|>"From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left | agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!"<|quote|>Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affe... | drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I trie... | was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year si... | let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed ... | Stephen came out of the hot mill into the damp wind and cold wet streets, haggard and worn. He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a b... | never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to a... | Hard Times |
"From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha... | Stephen Blackpool | the suffering he had undergone.<|quote|>"From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling... | in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone.<|quote|>"From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone ... | I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone.<|quote|>"From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She di... | fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless hersel... | "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I we... | say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left ... | own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round... | lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." | No speaker | owd when I were young."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction."</|quote|>"I ha' paid her to | that much, that I were owd when I were young."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction."</|quote|>"I ha' paid her to keep awa' ... | coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Cori... | twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha... | "She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried... | good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said ... | Would his servant say that one of the Hands begged leave to speak to him? Message in return, requiring name of such Hand. Stephen Blackpool. There was nothing troublesome against Stephen Blackpool; yes, he might come in. Stephen Blackpool in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and ... | flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass p... | Hard Times |
"I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" | Stephen Blackpool | humble eye in My direction."<|quote|>"I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!"</|quote|>In the... | small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction."<|quote|>"I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! The... | bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction."<|quote|>"I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra'... | everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily am... | very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line ... | if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accomp... | in the parlour. Mr. Bounderby (whom he just knew by sight), at lunch on chop and sherry. Mrs. Sparsit netting at the fireside, in a side-saddle attitude, with one foot in a cotton stirrup. It was a part, at once of Mrs. Sparsit's dignity and service, not to lunch. She supervised the meal officially, but implied that in... | Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand.... | Hard Times |
In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were... | No speaker | my har-stone! There she is!"<|quote|>In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd... | home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!"<|quote|>In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expr... | keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!"<|quote|>In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distre... | were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid... | ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could... | born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I ... | implied that in her own stately person she considered lunch a weakness. "Now, Stephen," said Mr. Bounderby, "what's the matter with _you_?" Stephen made a bow. Not a servile one these Hands will never do that! Lord bless you, sir, you'll never catch them at that, if they have been with you twenty years! and, as a compl... | very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line ... | Hard Times |
"I was acquainted with all this, you know," | Josiah Bounderby | not withdrawn, as he paused.<|quote|>"I was acquainted with all this, you know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "except the | paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused.<|quote|>"I was acquainted with all this, you know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's | unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused.<|quote|>"I was acquainted with all ... | he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight ... | her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard an... | working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' go... | on turtle soup and venison, with a gold spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, bef... | tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | with all this, you know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"except the last clause, long | he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; | in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"except the... | man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his... | her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. L... | played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I... | spoon, as a good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom ... | "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bl... | Hard Times |
"except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." | Josiah Bounderby | you know," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that."</|quote|>"Was it an unequal marriage, | was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that."</|quote|>"Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" | hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"except the last clause, long ag... | moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right ... | much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I ... | "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and h... | good many of 'em do!" Mr. Bounderby always represented this to be the sole, immediate, and direct object of any Hand who was not entirely satisfied; "and therefore I know already that you have not come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' ... | not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hi... | Hard Times |
"Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" | Mrs. Sparsit | too late to say that."<|quote|>"Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear | have got married. However, it's too late to say that."<|quote|>"Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was | withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that."<|quote|>"Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point... | mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainte... | ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man.... | ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecti... | come here to make a complaint. Now, you know, I am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what i... | to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were marri... | Hard Times |
asked Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | sir, in point of years?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"You hear what this lady | "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal | you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"You hear what th... | held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last ... | agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the... | t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. ... | am certain of that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear wha... | fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direct... | Hard Times |
"You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" | Josiah Bounderby | of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en | unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; | Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"You hear what this lady asks. Was it an u... | his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long a... | lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his us... | gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to wo... | that, beforehand." "No, sir, sure I ha' not coom for nowt o' th' kind." Mr. Bounderby seemed agreeably surprised, notwithstanding his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What ... | her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, an... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | this unlucky job of yours?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Not e'en so. I were | marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty | been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Not e'en so.... | earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got m... | There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, ... | left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom ... | his previous strong conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it,... | his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She went bad soon. Not along of me. Gonnows I were not a unkind husband to her." "I h... | Hard Times |
"Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." | Stephen Blackpool | of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut."</|quote|>"Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit | of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut."</|quote|>"Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great | you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myse... | he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too l... | upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, h... | herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom... | conviction. "Very well," he returned. "You're a steady Hand, and I was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sac... | young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten de... | Hard Times |
"Indeed, sir?" | Mrs. Sparsit | myseln; she were twenty nighbut."<|quote|>"Indeed, sir?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit to her | e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut."<|quote|>"Indeed, sir?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I | to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut."<|quote|>"Indeed, sir?"</|quote|>said ... | bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in... | misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling s... | not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? ... | was not mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup... | long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. | No speaker | were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity.</|quote|>"I inferred, from its being | I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity.</|quote|>"I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that | that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit to ... | not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of ... | the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very di... | twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walk... | mistaken. Now, let me hear what it's all about. As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bo... | fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless hersel... | Hard Times |
"I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." | Mrs. Sparsit | her Chief, with great placidity.<|quote|>"I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby looked very hard | sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity.<|quote|>"I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in | of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity.<|quote|>"I inferred, from... | all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady... | moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand,... | he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home.... | As it's not that, let me hear what it is. What have you got to say? Out with it, lad!" Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of cho... | his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. | No speaker | one in point of years."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry.</|quote|>"Well? Why don't you go | it was probably an unequal one in point of years."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry.</|quote|>"Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning | this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby lo... | is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e... | upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnest... | worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I ... | Stephen happened to glance towards Mrs. Sparsit. "I can go, Mr. Bounderby, if you wish it," said that self-sacrificing lady, making a feint of taking her foot out of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing ... | I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced ... | Hard Times |
"Well? Why don't you go on?" | Josiah Bounderby | with a little more sherry.<|quote|>"Well? Why don't you go on?"</|quote|>he then asked, turning rather | about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry.<|quote|>"Well? Why don't you go on?"</|quote|>he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I | great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry.<|quote|>"Well? Why don't you go on?"</|q... | in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, fro... | very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Boun... | her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much ... | of the stirrup. Mr. Bounderby stayed her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen: "Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she kee... | this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the ... | Hard Times |
he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. | No speaker | Why don't you go on?"<|quote|>he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool.</|quote|>"I ha' coom to ask | a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?"<|quote|>he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool.</|quote|>"I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am | being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?"<|quote|>he then asked, turning rather irritably on... | Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marr... | in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, lon... | nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know tro... | her, by holding a mouthful of chop in suspension before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen: "Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't b... | Bounderby. "She took to drinking, left off working, sold the furniture, pawned the clothes, and played old Gooseberry." "I were patient wi' her." (" "The more fool you, I think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried th... | Hard Times |
"I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." | Stephen Blackpool | rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool.<|quote|>"I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman."</|quote|>Stephen infused a yet deeper | on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool.<|quote|>"I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman."</|quote|>Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression | an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool.<|quote|>"I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how ... | an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in po... | his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. Y... | gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn... | before swallowing it, and putting out his left hand. Then, withdrawing his hand and swallowing his mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen: "Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of th... | These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment... | Hard Times |
Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. | No speaker | be ridded o' this woman."<|quote|>Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock.</|quote|>"What do you mean?" said | sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman."<|quote|>Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock.</|quote|>"What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean | in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman."<|quote|>Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mix... | e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had a... | said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late... | bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. The... | mouthful of chop, he said to Stephen: "Now you know, this good lady is a born lady, a high lady. You are not to suppose because she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will ... | fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he... | Hard Times |
"What do you mean?" | Josiah Bounderby | having received a moral shock.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>said Bounderby, getting up to | uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the | then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|qu... | so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Black... | Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal m... | head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last ... | she keeps my house for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I ... | emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. Ho... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. | No speaker | shock. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece.</|quote|>"What are you talking about? | as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece.</|quote|>"What are you talking about? You took her for better | irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>said Bounderby, getting up to l... | that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask ... | last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, ... | to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went hom... | for me, that she hasn't been very high up the tree ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to s... | and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, b... | Hard Times |
"What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." | Josiah Bounderby | his back against the chimney-piece.<|quote|>"What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse."</|quote|>"I mun' be ridden o' | Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece.<|quote|>"What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse."</|quote|>"I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't | how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece.<|quote|>"What are you talkin... | Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen i... | is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e... | Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In ... | ah, up at the top of the tree! Now, if you have got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were... | another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; hi... | Hard Times |
"I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." | Stephen Blackpool | her for better for worse."<|quote|>"I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad."</|quote|>"He wishes to be free, | you talking about? You took her for better for worse."<|quote|>"I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad."</|quote|>"He wishes to be free, to ma... | yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse."<|quote|>"I mun' be ... | way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his at... | have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbu... | her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me agen. I ha' lived hard and sad, but not ashamed and fearfo' a' the minnits o' my life. Last night, I went home. There she lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distres... | got anything to say that can't be said before a born lady, this lady will leave the room. If what you have got to say _can_ be said before a born lady, this lady will stay where she is." "Sir, I hope I never had nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a... | wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said i... | Hard Times |
"He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | should ha' gone battering mad."<|quote|>"He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir,"</|quote|>observed Mrs. Sparsit in an | Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad."<|quote|>"He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir,"</|quote|>observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by | her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad."<|quote|>"He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I f... | this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better ... | Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-lon... | lay upon my har-stone! There she is!" In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrew... | nowt to say, not fitten for a born lady to year, sin' I were born mysen'," was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor ... | years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby loo... | Hard Times |
observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. | No speaker | he speaks, I fear, sir,"<|quote|>observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people.</|quote|>"I do. The lady says | marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir,"<|quote|>observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people.</|quote|>"I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I | I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir,"<|quote|>observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immo... | Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for t... | Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why do... | of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man. In another moment, he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; hi... | was the reply, accompanied with a slight flush. "Very well," said Mr. Bounderby, pushing away his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year si... | asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miser... | Hard Times |
"I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that t... | Stephen Blackpool | the immorality of the people.<|quote|>"I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower ag... | undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people.<|quote|>"I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfort... | comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people.<|quote|>"I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I... | mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but ... | marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' co... | he stood as he had stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, wit... | his plate, and leaning back. "Fire away!" "I ha' coom," Stephen began, raising his eyes from the floor, after a moment's consideration, "to ask yo yor advice. I need 't overmuch. I were married on Eas'r Monday nineteen year sin, long and dree. She were a young lass pretty enow wi' good accounts of herseln. Well! She we... | were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were... | Hard Times |
"This for yo' an' that for me," | No speaker | cash, an' they can say"<|quote|>"This for yo' an' that for me,"</|quote|>"an' they can go their | they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say"<|quote|>"This for yo' an' that for me,"</|quote|>"an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite | dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say"<|quote|>"This for yo' an' that for me,"</|quote|>"an' they can ... | were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms ... | the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be... | what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby... | think," said Mr. Bounderby, in confidence to his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on b... | a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden... | Hard Times |
"an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" | Stephen Blackpool | yo' an' that for me,"<|quote|>"an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?"</|quote|>"No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. | they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me,"<|quote|>"an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?"</|quote|>"No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any | ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me,"<|quote|>"an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all th... | read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in ... | You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I ... | been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-t... | his wine-glass.) "I were very patient wi' her. I tried to wean her fra 't ower and ower agen. I tried this, I tried that, I tried t'other. I ha' gone home, many's the time, and found all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice ... | usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, ... | Hard Times |
"No how," | Josiah Bounderby | I want t' know how?"<|quote|>"No how,"</|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I | ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?"<|quote|>"No how,"</|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, | other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?"<|quote|>"No how,"</|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, t... | an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," ... | best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read... | it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in... | all vanished as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me... | him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly em... | Hard Times |
returned Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | t' know how?" "No how,"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"If I do her any | this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how,"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law | an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how,"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law... | ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they ... | living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' pa... | unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point... | as I had in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgrac... | Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen i... | Hard Times |
"If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" | Stephen Blackpool | "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "If | I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's | say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?"</|quot... | they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their sep... | Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great ... | point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Boun... | in the world, and her without a sense left to bless herseln lying on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced hersel... | but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have been satisfied as you were, and not have got married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point... | Hard Times |
"Of course there is." | Josiah Bounderby | a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I flee from her, | her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I flee from her, there's a law to punish | separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I flee from her, there's a law ... | one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller w... | be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded togethe... | so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd... | on bare ground. I ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coo... | "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. ... | Hard Times |
"If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" | Stephen Blackpool | me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "If | there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, | Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"Of course... | in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, ... | the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for w... | myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He... | ha' dun 't not once, not twice twenty time!" Every line in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could... | curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused,... | Hard Times |
"Of course there is." | Josiah Bounderby | a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I marry t'oother dear | I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to | wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's ... | We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "N... | Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ m... | her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go ... | in his face deepened as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights lon... | battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no... | Hard Times |
"If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" | Stephen Blackpool | me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "If | there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' | I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?"</|quote|>"... | one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned... | and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' ... | placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, tu... | as he said it, and put in its affecting evidence of the suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go ho... | an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great p... | Hard Times |
"Of course there is." | Josiah Bounderby | a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I was to live | marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I was to live wi' her an' not marry | how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"If I was to live wi' her an'... | an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law ... | lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their temper... | was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir,... | suffering he had undergone. "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower... | uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had... | Hard Times |
"If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" | Stephen Blackpool | me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "Now, | there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?"</|quote|>"Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen | Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing... | they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of c... | I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they ha... | one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o... | "From bad to worse, from worse to worsen. She left me. She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha... | of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman.... | Hard Times |
"Of course there is." | Josiah Bounderby | innocent child belonging to me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"Now, a' God's name," said | to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the | there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?"<|quote|>"Of course there is."</|quote|>"Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blac... | woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi... | be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an'... | then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounder... | long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as... | it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Indeed, sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in... | Hard Times |
"Now, a' God's name," | Stephen Blackpool | me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"Now, a' God's name,"</|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool, "show me | every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"Now, a' God's name,"</|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" | punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is."<|quote|>"Now, a' God's name,"</|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool, "show me t... | t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marr... | _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "T... | irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his ... | go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small.... | "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rathe... | Hard Times |
said Stephen Blackpool, | No speaker | is." "Now, a' God's name,"<|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool,</|quote|>"show me the law to | to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name,"<|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool,</|quote|>"show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a | there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name,"<|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool,</|quote|>"show me the law to help me!" "He... | how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such ... | marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an'... | "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. ... | gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn... | married. However, it's too late to say that." "Was it an unequal marriage, sir, in point of years?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "You hear what this lady asks. Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours?" said Mr. Bounderby. "Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut." "Inde... | Hard Times |
"show me the law to help me!" | Stephen Blackpool | God's name," said Stephen Blackpool,<|quote|>"show me the law to help me!"</|quote|>"Hem! There's a sanctity in | course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool,<|quote|>"show me the law to help me!"</|quote|>"Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said | I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool,<|quote|>"show me the law to help me!"</|quote|>"Hem! There's a sa... | Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, w... | When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go thei... | to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are yo... | brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble... | Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I... | Hard Times |
"Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," | Josiah Bounderby | the law to help me!"<|quote|>"Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "and and | said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!"<|quote|>"Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "and and it must be kept up." | not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!"<|quote|>"Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life,"</... | sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' ... | tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all... | to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took... | ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her t... | about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttere... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | in this relation of life,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"and and it must be | me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"and and it must be kept up." "No no, dunnot | which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"and and it must... | there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in ev... | an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs tha... | yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o... | that I were owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I h... | had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherry. "Well? Why don't you go on?" he then asked, turning rather irritably on Stephen Blackpool. "I ha' coom to ask yo, sir, how I am to be ridded o' this woman." Stephen infused a yet deeper gravity into the mixed expression of his attentive f... | Hard Times |
"and and it must be kept up." | Josiah Bounderby | of life," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"and and it must be kept up."</|quote|>"No no, dunnot say that, | a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"and and it must be kept up."</|quote|>"No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that | could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"and and it must be kept up."</|quote|>"... | I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent ch... | their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I m... | into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bea... | owd when I were young." Mrs. Sparsit, easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her.... | her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long, for that I ha' had'n the pity and comforting words o' th' best lass living or dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and mu... | Hard Times |
"No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that way. Not that way. 'Tis kep' down that way. I'm a weaver, I were in a fact'ry when a chilt, but I ha' gotten een to see wi' and eern to year wi'. I read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too I know it! with dismay how th' supposed unpossibility o' ... | Stephen Blackpool | it must be kept up."<|quote|>"No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that way. Not that way. 'Tis kep' down that way. I'm a weaver, I were in a fact'ry when a chilt, but I ha' gotten een to see wi' and eern to year wi'. I read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too I know it! with dismay how t... | said Mr. Bounderby, "and and it must be kept up."<|quote|>"No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that way. Not that way. 'Tis kep' down that way. I'm a weaver, I were in a fact'ry when a chilt, but I ha' gotten een to see wi' and eern to year wi'. I read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too... | there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby, "and and it must be kept up."<|quote|>"No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' ... | to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of cours... | can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate ways. We can't. Spite o' all that, they can be set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I wa... | face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bear 't nommore. I ha' lived under 't so long,... | easily ambling along with her netting-needles, raised the Coriolanian eyebrows and shook her head, as much as to say, "The great know trouble as well as the small. Please to turn your humble eye in My direction." "I ha' paid her to keep awa' fra' me. These five year I ha' paid her. I ha' gotten decent fewtrils about me... | sir?" said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. "I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years." Mr. Bounderby looked very hard at the good lady in a side-long way that had an odd sheepishness about it. He fortified himself with a little more sherr... | Hard Times |
"Now, I tell you what!" | Josiah Bounderby | the law that helps me."<|quote|>"Now, I tell you what!"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, putting his | be so good t' know the law that helps me."<|quote|>"Now, I tell you what!"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets. "There | another, at any price, on any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' this, right understood. Mine's a grievous case, an' I want if yo will be so good t' know the law that helps me."<|quote|>"Now, I tell you what!"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderb... | weaver, I were in a fact'ry when a chilt, but I ha' gotten een to see wi' and eern to year wi'. I read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too I know it! with dismay how th' supposed unpossibility o' ever getting unchained from one another, at any price, on any terms, brings blood upon this land, an... | there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanc... | what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-s... | stood all the time his usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriet... | dead. Haply, but for her, I should ha' gone battering mad." "He wishes to be free, to marry the female of whom he speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets. | No speaker | "Now, I tell you what!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets.</|quote|>"There _is_ such a law." | the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets.</|quote|>"There _is_ such a law." Stephen, subsiding into his quiet | any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' this, right understood. Mine's a grievous case, an' I want if yo will be so good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets... | fact'ry when a chilt, but I ha' gotten een to see wi' and eern to year wi'. I read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too I know it! with dismay how th' supposed unpossibility o' ever getting unchained from one another, at any price, on any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common... | to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation... | were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms ... | usual stoop upon him; his pondering face addressed to Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, ... | into the mixed expression of his attentive face. Mrs. Sparsit uttered a gentle ejaculation, as having received a moral shock. "What do you mean?" said Bounderby, getting up to lean his back against the chimney-piece. "What are you talking about? You took her for better for worse." "I mun' be ridden o' her. I cannot bea... | Hard Times |
"There _is_ such a law." | Josiah Bounderby | his hands in his pockets.<|quote|>"There _is_ such a law."</|quote|>Stephen, subsiding into his quiet | what!" said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets.<|quote|>"There _is_ such a law."</|quote|>Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in | many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' this, right understood. Mine's a grievous case, an' I want if yo will be so good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets.<|quote|>"There _is_ such a law."</|quote|>Stephen, subsid... | to see wi' and eern to year wi'. I read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too I know it! with dismay how th' supposed unpossibility o' ever getting unchained from one another, at any price, on any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden ... | such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby, "and and i... | th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their ho... | Mr. Bounderby, with a curious expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so ... | speaks, I fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that... | Hard Times |
Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in his attention, gave a nod. | No speaker | "There _is_ such a law."<|quote|>Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in his attention, gave a nod.</|quote|>"But it's not for you | his hands in his pockets. "There _is_ such a law."<|quote|>Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in his attention, gave a nod.</|quote|>"But it's not for you at all. It costs money. | battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' this, right understood. Mine's a grievous case, an' I want if yo will be so good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets. "There _is_ such a law."<|quote|>Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never... | to year wi'. I read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too I know it! with dismay how th' supposed unpossibility o' ever getting unchained from one another, at any price, on any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' th... | which it never could or would, an' her so good there's a law to punish me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby, "and and it must be kept up." "No... | (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they... | expression on it, half shrewd, half perplexed, as if his mind were set upon unravelling something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a littl... | set free for smaller wrongs than mine. So, I mun be ridden o' this woman, and I want t' know how?" "No how," returned Mr. Bounderby. "If I do her any hurt, sir, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, ther... | Hard Times |
"But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money." | Josiah Bounderby | his attention, gave a nod.<|quote|>"But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money."</|quote|>"How much might that be?" | manner, and never wandering in his attention, gave a nod.<|quote|>"But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money."</|quote|>"How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd | an' I want if yo will be so good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets. "There _is_ such a law." Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in his attention, gave a nod.<|quote|>"But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It cos... | too I know it! with dismay how th' supposed unpossibility o' ever getting unchained from one another, at any price, on any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' this, right understood. Mine's a grievous case, an' I want if yo will be so go... | me, in every innocent child belonging to me?" "Of course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby, "and and it must be kept up." "No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that way. Not that way. 'Tis ... | for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't ... | something very difficult; his hat held tight in his left hand, which rested on his hip; his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," sai... | there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to live wi' her an' not marry her saying such a thing could be, which it never could or would, an' her s... | Hard Times |
"How much might that be?" | Stephen Blackpool | costs a mint of money."<|quote|>"How much might that be?"</|quote|>Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd | all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money."<|quote|>"How much might that be?"</|quote|>Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' | "Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets. "There _is_ such a law." Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in his attention, gave a nod. "But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money."<|quote|>"How much might that be?"</|quote|>Stephen c... | another, at any price, on any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' this, right understood. Mine's a grievous case, an' I want if yo will be so good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Bounderby, putting his ha... | said Stephen Blackpool, "show me the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby, "and and it must be kept up." "No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that way. Not that way. 'Tis kep' down that way. I'm a weaver, I were in a fact'ry when a chilt, but I ha' gotten een t... | marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an'... | his right arm, with a rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. Y... | an' marry ower agen. When they dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," ... | Hard Times |
Stephen calmly asked. | No speaker | "How much might that be?"<|quote|>Stephen calmly asked.</|quote|>"Why, you'd have to go | costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?"<|quote|>Stephen calmly asked.</|quote|>"Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a | said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets. "There _is_ such a law." Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in his attention, gave a nod. "But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?"<|quote|>Stephen calmly asked.</|quote|>"Why, you'd... | any terms, brings blood upon this land, and brings many common married fok to battle, murder, and sudden death. Let us ha' this, right understood. Mine's a grievous case, an' I want if yo will be so good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Bounderby, putting his hands in his pockets. "There... | the law to help me!" "Hem! There's a sanctity in this relation of life," said Mr. Bounderby, "and and it must be kept up." "No no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that way. Not that way. 'Tis kep' down that way. I'm a weaver, I were in a fact'ry when a chilt, but I ha' gotten een to see wi' and eern to year wi'. I... | dunnot agree, for that their tempers is ill-sorted, they has rooms o' one kind an' another in their houses, above a bit, and they can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When that won't do, they ha' gowd an' other cash, an' they can say" "This for yo' an' that for me," "an' they can go their separate... | rugged propriety and force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused. "I was acquainted with all this, you know," said Mr. Bounderby, "except the last clause, long ago. It's a bad job; that's what it is. You had better have bee... | much dejected by the immorality of the people. "I do. The lady says what's right. I do. I were a coming to 't. I ha' read i' th' papers that great folk (fair faw 'em a'! I wishes 'em no hurt!) are not bonded together for better for worst so fast, but that they can be set free fro' _their_ misfortnet marriages, an' marr... | Hard Times |
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