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"Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose fr... | Josiah Bounderby | that be?" Stephen calmly asked.<|quote|>"Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a c... | of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked.<|quote|>"Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it wo... | 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?" Stephen calmly asked.<|quote|>"Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commo... | 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 _is_ such a law."... | 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 read in th... | 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 ways. We can't. S... | force of action, very earnestly emphasizing what he said: not least so when it always paused, a little bent, but not withdrawn, as he paused.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 been satisfied as you we... | 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 ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | thousand to fifteen hundred pound,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Perhaps twice the money." "There's | sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." | you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Perhaps twice the money." "There's no ot... | "But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act... | 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... | 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, there's a law to punish me?" "Of cour... | 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 placidity. "I inferred... | 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 kep' down tha... | Hard Times |
"Perhaps twice the money." | Josiah Bounderby | hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Perhaps twice the money."</|quote|>"There's no other law?" "Certainly | from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Perhaps twice the money."</|quote|>"There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said | go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Perhaps twice the money."</|quote|>"There's no other law?" "Cer... | for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament... | 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 good t' know ... | 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, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is.... | 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, from its bei... | 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." "If I flee from her, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I marry t'oother dear lass, t... | Hard Times |
"There's no other law?" | Stephen Blackpool | Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money."<|quote|>"There's no other law?"</|quote|>"Certainly not." "Why then, sir," | fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money."<|quote|>"There's no other law?"</|quote|>"Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and | of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money."<|quote|>"There's no other law?"</|quote|>"Certainly not." "Wh... | It costs money. It costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you t... | 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 good t' know the law that helps m... | 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, there's a law to punish me?" "Of course there is." "If I was to li... | 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... | 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 folk (fair ... | Hard Times |
"Certainly not." | Josiah Bounderby | money." "There's no other law?"<|quote|>"Certainly not."</|quote|>"Why then, sir," said Stephen, | Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?"<|quote|>"Certainly not."</|quote|>"Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with | suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?"<|quote|>"Certainly not."</|quote|>"Why then, sir," sa... | costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and ... | 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 good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" sa... | 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' her an' not... | 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 marriage, that it was probab... | 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 marry her sa... | Hard Times |
"Why then, sir," | Stephen Blackpool | no other law?" "Certainly not."<|quote|>"Why then, sir,"</|quote|>said Stephen, turning white, and | "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not."<|quote|>"Why then, sir,"</|quote|>said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand | you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not."<|quote|>"Why then, sir,"</|quote|>said Stephen... | mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would... | 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 good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" said Mr. Bounde... | 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 marry h... | 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 marriage, that it was probably an uneq... | 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 read in th' papers every 'Sizes, e... | Hard Times |
said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds, | No speaker | "Certainly not." "Why then, sir,"<|quote|>said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds,</|quote|>""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just | money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir,"<|quote|>said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds,</|quote|>""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the | get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir,"<|quote|>said Stephen, turning white, and mo... | "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it... | 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... | 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 ... | 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... | 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 no, dunn... | Hard Times |
""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better." | Stephen Blackpool | everything to the four winds,<|quote|>""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better."</|quote|>(Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by | his, as if he gave everything to the four winds,<|quote|>""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better."</|quote|>(Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) | of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds,<|quote|>""_tis_ a mudd... | have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perh... | 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." Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in his attent... | "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 every innocen... | 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... | 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... | Hard Times |
(Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions ... | No speaker | I am dead, the better."<|quote|>(Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these ... | muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better."<|quote|>(Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourse... | "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds, ""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better."<|quote|>(Mrs. Sparsit again de... | go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why... | 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. "But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money.... | 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 course there is." "Now, a' God's name," said S... | "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... | 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." Stephen, subsiding into his quiet manner, and never wandering in hi... | Hard Times |
"'Tis a' a muddle!" | Stephen Blackpool | he moved to the door.<|quote|>"'Tis a' a muddle!"</|quote|>"Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk | Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door.<|quote|>"'Tis a' a muddle!"</|quote|>"Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said | piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door.<|quote|>"'Tis a' a muddle!"</|quote|>"Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk... | things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fas... | again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave every... | 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 married fok to battle, mu... | 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 free, to marry the female of who... | 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?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, ... | Hard Times |
"Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," | Josiah Bounderby | door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"<|quote|>"Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "about things | as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"<|quote|>"Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't | your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"<|quote|>"Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow,"</|quote|>... | and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for bett... | cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four wi... | 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 ... | 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 fear, sir... | 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' ever getting unchai... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | talk nonsense, my good fellow,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"about things you don't understand; | muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"about things you don't understand; and don't you call the | better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"about things you don'... | a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all w... | plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds, ""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a ... | 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' this, right under... | 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 fear, sir," observed Mrs. Sparsit in an undertone, and... | "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it... | Hard Times |
"about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife ... | Josiah Bounderby | good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind y... | Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you h... | If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"about things you don't understand; and don't you... | you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to... | suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds, ""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether... | 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' this, right understood. Mine'... | 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 much deje... | 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 good t' know the law that helps me." "Now, I tell you what!" sa... | Hard Times |
"' | No speaker | might have turned out better."<|quote|>"'</|quote|>"Tis a muddle," said Stephen, | got to say is, she might have turned out better."<|quote|>"'</|quote|>"Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he | piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better."<|quote|>"'</|quote|>"Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as... | muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the on... | understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; ... | 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?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to... | 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... | he gave everything to the four winds, ""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better." (Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the... | Hard Times |
"Tis a muddle," | Stephen Blackpool | have turned out better." "'<|quote|>"Tis a muddle,"</|quote|>said Stephen, shaking his head | to say is, she might have turned out better." "'<|quote|>"Tis a muddle,"</|quote|>said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the | and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'<|quote|>"Tis a muddle,"</|quote|>said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to... | "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing ... | and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for bett... | "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?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a ... | 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... | 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." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to g... | Hard Times |
said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" | No speaker | better." "' "Tis a muddle,"<|quote|>said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"</|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what!" | she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle,"<|quote|>said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"</|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a | thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle,"<|quote|>said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a ... | you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do,... | call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. ... | 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?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common L... | 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 houses, above a bi... | and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything t... | Hard Times |
"Now, I'll tell you what!" | Josiah Bounderby | door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"<|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what!"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a | as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"<|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what!"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address. "With what I | wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"<|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what!"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a val... | don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better f... | muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned o... | a nod. "But it's not for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get... | 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 can live asunders. We fok ha' only one room, and we can't. When ... | cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four wi... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address. | No speaker | "Now, I'll tell you what!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address.</|quote|>"With what I shall call | door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address.</|quote|>"With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have | loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address.</|quote|>"Wit... | of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out ... | mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddl... | for you at all. It costs money. It costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament... | 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 do, they ha' ... | would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the f... | Hard Times |
"With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!" | Josiah Bounderby | resumed, as a valedictory address.<|quote|>"With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands... | tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address.<|quote|>"With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousan... | she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address.<|quote|>"With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions,... | get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is... | not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved ... | It costs a mint of money." "How much might that be?" Stephen calmly asked. "Why, you'd have to go to Doctors' Commons with a suit, and you'd have to go to a court of Common Law with a suit, and you'd have to go to the House of Lords with a suit, and you'd have to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, a... | 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' they c... | "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 read in th' papers every 'Sizes, every Sessions and you read too I know it! with dismay how ... | Hard Times |
(he repeated it with great relish). | No speaker | tens of Thousands of Pounds!"<|quote|>(he repeated it with great relish).</|quote|>"Now, you have always been | tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!"<|quote|>(he repeated it with great relish).</|quote|>"Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but | your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!"<|quote|>(he repeated it with great relish).</|quote|>"... | why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address. "With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking thi... | said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. T... | to get an Act of Parliament to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioni... | 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 to p... | an' the sooner I am dead, the better." (Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of... | Hard Times |
"Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" | Josiah Bounderby | repeated it with great relish).<|quote|>"Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now... | of Thousands of Pounds!" (he repeated it with great relish).<|quote|>"Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do... | quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!" (he repeated it with great relish).<|quote|>"Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto;... | say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address. "With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have a... | he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country ar... | to enable you to marry again, and it would cost you (if it was a case of very plain sailing), I suppose from a thousand to fifteen hundred pound," said Mr. Bounderby. "Perhaps twice the money." "There's no other law?" "Certainly not." "Why then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of h... | "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 course there is... | and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things yo... | Hard Times |
here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; | No speaker | of that. Now you know;"<|quote|>here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness;</|quote|>"I can see as far | do is, to come out of that. Now you know;"<|quote|>here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness;</|quote|>"I can see as far into a grindstone as another | steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;"<|quote|>here his countenance expressed marvellous acutene... | I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!" (he repeated it with great relish). "Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plai... | not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he move... | his, as if he gave everything to the four winds, ""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better." (Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't y... | 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... | "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife ... | Hard Times |
"I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do!" | Josiah Bounderby | his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness;<|quote|>"I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do!"</|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking h... | that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness;<|quote|>"I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do!"</|quote|>crie... | is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness;<|quote|>"I can see as far into a grindsto... | a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!" (he repeated it with great relish). "Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning in... | thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "' "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!"... | to the four winds, ""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better." (Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of yo... | "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 so good there's a law to punis... | she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yours... | Hard Times |
cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning. | No speaker | in this. Yes, I do!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning.</|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, I | and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning.</|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, I do!" With a very different | expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cu... | but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a g... | "Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address. "With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I... | and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for bett... | 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... | country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head ... | Hard Times |
"By the Lord Harry, I do!" | Josiah Bounderby | his head with obstinate cunning.<|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, I do!"</|quote|>With a very different shake | do!" cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning.<|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, I do!"</|quote|>With a very different shake of the head and deep | a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do!" cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning.<|quote|>"By the Lord Harry, I do!"</|quote|>With a very ... | plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther tha... | he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address. "With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marria... | a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all w... | 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 no, dunnot say that,... | to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not you... | Hard Times |
With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by the po... | No speaker | the Lord Harry, I do!"<|quote|>With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, lo... | head with obstinate cunning. "By the Lord Harry, I do!"<|quote|>With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on... | than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this. Yes, I do!" cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning. "By the Lord Harry, I do!"<|quote|>With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Ste... | the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I h... | a' a muddle!" "Now, I'll tell you what!" Mr. Bounderby resumed, as a valedictory address. "With what I shall call your unhallowed opinions, you have been quite shocking this lady: who, as I have already told you, is a born lady, and who, as I have not already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune o... | into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might h... | 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 no, dunnot say that, sir. 'Tan't kep' up that ... | then, sir," said Stephen, turning white, and motioning with that right hand of his, as if he gave everything to the four winds, ""_tis_ a muddle. 'Tis just a muddle a'toogether, an' the sooner I am dead, the better." (Mrs. Sparsit again dejected by the impiety of the people.) "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my go... | Hard Times |
"Yes, missus," | Stephen Blackpool | mistake the person in following?"<|quote|>"Yes, missus,"</|quote|>returned Stephen, "it were me." | had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?"<|quote|>"Yes, missus,"</|quote|>returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an | of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?"<|quote|>"Yes, missus,"</|quote|>returned Stephen, "it we... | observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what ... | though withered by time, on whom his eyes fell when he stopped and turned. She was very cleanly and plainly dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and l... | obstinate cunning. "By the Lord Harry, I do!" With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in ... | your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out wor... | tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!" (he repeated it with great relish). "Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and ... | Hard Times |
returned Stephen, | No speaker | person in following?" "Yes, missus,"<|quote|>returned Stephen,</|quote|>"it were me." "Have you | bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus,"<|quote|>returned Stephen,</|quote|>"it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's | deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus,"<|quote|>returned Stephen,</|quote|>"it were me."... | his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. ... | by time, on whom his eyes fell when he stopped and turned. She was very cleanly and plainly dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; th... | "By the Lord Harry, I do!" With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, lookin... | a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all w... | already told you, has had her own marriage misfortunes to the tune of tens of thousands of pounds tens of Thousands of Pounds!" (he repeated it with great relish). "Now, you have always been a steady Hand hitherto; but my opinion is, and so I tell you plainly, that you are turning into the wrong road. You have been lis... | Hard Times |
"it were me." | Stephen Blackpool | following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen,<|quote|>"it were me."</|quote|>"Have you you'll excuse an | to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen,<|quote|>"it were me."</|quote|>"Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you | better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen,<|quote|>"it were me."</|quote|>"Have yo... | Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir,... | on whom his eyes fell when he stopped and turned. She was very cleanly and plainly dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; the loose l... | Lord Harry, I do!" With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite ... | or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got... | away, when he felt a touch upon his arm. It was not the touch he needed most at such a moment the touch that could calm the wild waters of his soul, as the uplifted hand of the sublimest love and patience could abate the raging of the sea yet it was a woman's hand too. It was an old woman, tall and shapely still, thoug... | Hard Times |
"Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" | No speaker | returned Stephen, "it were me."<|quote|>"Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?"</|quote|>"Yes, missus." "And how did | person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me."<|quote|>"Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?"</|quote|>"Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he | what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me."<|quote|>"Have you you'll excuse an old w... | his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "... | eyes fell when he stopped and turned. She was very cleanly and plainly dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; the loose long-fingered... | do!" With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by t... | yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, sh... | obstinate cunning. "By the Lord Harry, I do!" With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in ... | Hard Times |
"Yes, missus." | Stephen Blackpool | have you seen the gentleman?"<|quote|>"Yes, missus."</|quote|>"And how did he look, | excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?"<|quote|>"Yes, missus."</|quote|>"And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, | you come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?"<|quote|>"Yes, missus."</|quo... | order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing bac... | dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; the loose long-fingered gloves, to which her hands were unused; all bespoke an old woman from ... | said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by the popular vices. CHAPTER XII THE OLD WOMAN OLD STEPHEN descended th... | your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his ... | eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, when he felt a touch upon his arm. It was not the touch he needed most at such a moment the touch that could calm the wild waters of his soul, as the uplifted hand of the sublimest love and patience could abate the raging of the sea yet it was a woman's ... | Hard Times |
"And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. | No speaker | seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus."<|quote|>"And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her.</|quote|>"O yes,... | old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus."<|quote|>"And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not qu... | out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus."<|quote|>"And how did h... | dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. B... | country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; the loose long-fingered gloves, to which her hands were unused; all bespoke an old woman from the country, ... | you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by the popular vices. CHAPTER XII THE OLD WOMAN OLD STEPHEN descended the two white s... | are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; but for better for worse. If she has turned out worse why, all we have got to say is, she might have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he mo... | when he stopped and turned. She was very cleanly and plainly dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; the loose long-fingered gloves, t... | Hard Times |
"O yes," | Stephen Blackpool | had not quite liked her.<|quote|>"O yes,"</|quote|>he returned, observing her more | this old woman before, and had not quite liked her.<|quote|>"O yes,"</|quote|>he returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that." | missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her.<|quote|>"O yes,"</|quote|>he returned, observing he... | come out of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he l... | bespoke an old woman from the country, in her plain holiday clothes, come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with e... | vices. CHAPTER XII THE OLD WOMAN OLD STEPHEN descended the two white steps, shutting the black door with the brazen door-plate, by the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the gro... | have turned out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a... | streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; the loose long-fingered gloves, to which her hands were unused; all bespoke an old woman from the country, in her plain holiday clothes, come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with ... | Hard Times |
he returned, observing her more attentively, | No speaker | quite liked her. "O yes,"<|quote|>he returned, observing her more attentively,</|quote|>"he were all that." "And | woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes,"<|quote|>he returned, observing her more attentively,</|quote|>"he were all that." "And healthy," said the old woman, | how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes,"<|quote|>he returned, observing her more attentively,</|q... | of that gentleman's house?" pointing back to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir?... | old woman from the country, in her plain holiday clothes, come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and han... | XII THE OLD WOMAN OLD STEPHEN descended the two white steps, shutting the black door with the brazen door-plate, by the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus w... | out better." "'Tis a muddle," said Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle... | hands were unused; all bespoke an old woman from the country, in her plain holiday clothes, come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint... | Hard Times |
"he were all that." | Stephen Blackpool | returned, observing her more attentively,<|quote|>"he were all that."</|quote|>"And healthy," said the old | liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing her more attentively,<|quote|>"he were all that."</|quote|>"And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" | he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing her more attentively,<|quote|>"he were all that."</|quote|>... | to Mr. Bounderby's. "I believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and heart... | her plain holiday clothes, come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious... | descended the two white steps, shutting the black door with the brazen door-plate, by the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, w... | Stephen, shaking his head as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The in... | in this. Yes, I do!" cried Mr. Bounderby, shaking his head with obstinate cunning. "By the Lord Harry, I do!" With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode hims... | Hard Times |
"And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" | No speaker | attentively, "he were all that."<|quote|>"And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?"</|quote|>"Yes," returned Stephen. "He were | he returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that."<|quote|>"And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?"</|quote|>"Yes," returned Stephen. "He were ett'n and drinking as large | and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that."<|quote|>"And healthy," said the old woman, "a... | believe it was you, unless I have had the bad luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened... | come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the co... | steps, shutting the black door with the brazen door-plate, by the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, when he felt a touch upon... | as he moved to the door. "'Tis a' a muddle!" "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country... | do!" With a very different shake of the head and deep sigh, Stephen said, "Thank you, sir, I wish you good day." So he left Mr. Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by t... | Hard Times |
"Yes," | Stephen Blackpool | woman, "as the fresh wind?"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>returned Stephen. "He were ett'n | "And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>returned Stephen. "He were ett'n and drinking as large and | up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that." "And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>returned Stephen. "He w... | luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapt... | this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of ... | the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, when he felt a touch upon his arm. It was not the touch he needed most at such a moment... | "Pooh, pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing ... | the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I h... | Hard Times |
returned Stephen. | No speaker | "as the fresh wind?" "Yes,"<|quote|>returned Stephen.</|quote|>"He were ett'n and drinking | healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" "Yes,"<|quote|>returned Stephen.</|quote|>"He were ett'n and drinking as large and as loud | her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that." "And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" "Yes,"<|quote|>returned Stephen.</|quote|>"He were... | to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting h... | at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the d... | aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, when he felt a touch upon his arm. It was not the touch he needed most at such a moment the... | pooh! Don't you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you hav... | Bounderby swelling at his own portrait on the wall, as if he were going to explode himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by the popular vices. CHAPTER XII THE OLD WOMAN OLD STEPHEN descended the two white steps, shutting the black door with the brazen d... | Hard Times |
"He were ett'n and drinking as large and as loud as a Hummobee." | Stephen Blackpool | fresh wind?" "Yes," returned Stephen.<|quote|>"He were ett'n and drinking as large and as loud as a Hummobee."</|quote|>"Thank you!" said the old | the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" "Yes," returned Stephen.<|quote|>"He were ett'n and drinking as large and as loud as a Hummobee."</|quote|>"Thank you!" said the old woman, with infinite content. "Thank | in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that." "And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" "Yes," returned Stephen.<|quote|>"He were ett'n and drinkin... | the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action t... | glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf t... | the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish with the sleeve of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, when he felt a touch upon his arm. It was not the touch he needed most at such a moment the touch ... | you talk nonsense, my good fellow," said Mr. Bounderby, "about things you don't understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do,... | himself into it; and Mrs. Sparsit still ambling on with her foot in her stirrup, looking quite cast down by the popular vices. CHAPTER XII THE OLD WOMAN OLD STEPHEN descended the two white steps, shutting the black door with the brazen door-plate, by the aid of the brazen full-stop, to which he gave a parting polish wi... | Hard Times |
"Thank you!" said the old woman, with infinite content. "Thank you!" He certainly never had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her. She walked along at his side, and, gently accommodating himself to her humour, he said Co... | No speaker | as loud as a Hummobee."<|quote|>"Thank you!" said the old woman, with infinite content. "Thank you!" He certainly never had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her. She walked along at his side, and, gently accommodating h... | and drinking as large and as loud as a Hummobee."<|quote|>"Thank you!" said the old woman, with infinite content. "Thank you!" He certainly never had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her. She walked along at his side, a... | had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that." "And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" "Yes," returned Stephen. "He were ett'n and drinking as large and as loud as a Hummobee."<|quote|>"Thank you!" said the old woman... | you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and h... | face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see y... | of his coat, observing that his hot hand clouded it. He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, when he felt a touch upon his arm. It was not the touch he needed most at such a moment the touch that could calm the wild waters of his soul, as the uplifted hand of the... | understand; and don't you call the Institutions of your country a muddle, or you'll get yourself into a real muddle one of these fine mornings. The institutions of your country are not your piece-work, and the only thing you have got to do, is, to mind your piece-work. You didn't take your wife for fast and for loose; ... | newly come from a journey. The flutter of her manner, in the unwonted noise of the streets; the spare shawl, carried unfolded on her arm; the heavy umbrella, and little basket; the loose long-fingered gloves, to which her hands were unused; all bespoke an old woman from the country, in her plain holiday clothes, come i... | Hard Times |
"Only to see 'em?" | Stephen Blackpool | streets, and see the gentlemen."<|quote|>"Only to see 'em?"</|quote|>"'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too | regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen."<|quote|>"Only to see 'em?"</|quote|>"'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "No, no. Once | at my age!" said the chatty old woman, her eye brightening with exultation. "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen."<|quote|>"Only to see 'em?"</|quote|>... | forty mile by Parliamentary this morning, and I'm going back the same forty mile this afternoon. I walked nine mile to the station this morning, and if I find nobody on the road to give me a lift, I shall walk the nine mile back to-night. That's pretty well, sir, at my age!" said the chatty old woman, her eye brighteni... | as a Hummobee." "Thank you!" said the old woman, with infinite content. "Thank you!" He certainly never had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her. She walked along at his side, and, gently accommodating himself to her hu... | bent his attentive face his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old wom... | turning into the wrong road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps... | luck to mistake the person in following?" "Yes, missus," returned Stephen, "it were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapt... | Hard Times |
"'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." | Stephen Blackpool | gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?"<|quote|>"'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus."</|quote|>"No, no. Once a year," | the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?"<|quote|>"'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus."</|quote|>"No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. | the chatty old woman, her eye brightening with exultation. "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?"<|quote|>"'Deed 'tis. Don't do't to... | this morning, and I'm going back the same forty mile this afternoon. I walked nine mile to the station this morning, and if I find nobody on the road to give me a lift, I shall walk the nine mile back to-night. That's pretty well, sir, at my age!" said the chatty old woman, her eye brightening with exultation. "'Deed '... | you!" said the old woman, with infinite content. "Thank you!" He certainly never had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her. She walked along at his side, and, gently accommodating himself to her humour, he said Coketown ... | his face, which, like the faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you co... | road. You have been listening to some mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose... | faces of many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's... | Hard Times |
"No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?" returned Stephen. "That's enough for me," she replied, with great earnestness and interest of manner. "I ask no more! I have been standin... | No speaker | Don't do't too often, missus."<|quote|>"No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?" returned Stephen. "That's enough for me," she replied, with great earnestness and interest of mann... | to see 'em?" "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus."<|quote|>"No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?" returned Stephen. "That's enough for me," she replied, with great earnes... | with exultation. "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?" "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus."<|quote|>"No, no. Once a year," s... | same forty mile this afternoon. I walked nine mile to the station this morning, and if I find nobody on the road to give me a lift, I shall walk the nine mile back to-night. That's pretty well, sir, at my age!" said the chatty old woman, her eye brightening with exultation. "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "... | content. "Thank you!" He certainly never had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her. She walked along at his side, and, gently accommodating himself to her humour, he said Coketown was a busy place, was it not? To which s... | many of his order, by dint of long working with eyes and hands in the midst of a prodigious noise, had acquired the concentrated look with which we are familiar in the countenances of the deaf the better to hear what she asked him. "Pray, sir," said the old woman, "didn't I see you come out of that gentleman's house?" ... | mischievous stranger or other they're always about and the best thing you can do is, to come out of that. Now you know;" here his countenance expressed marvellous acuteness; "I can see as far into a grindstone as another man; farther than a good many, perhaps, because I had my nose well kept to it when I was young. I s... | gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, and had not quite liked her. "O yes," he returned, observing h... | Hard Times |
"Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus." | Stephen Blackpool | you happy?" she asked him.<|quote|>"Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus."</|quote|>He answered evasively, because the | old woman than before. "An't you happy?" she asked him.<|quote|>"Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus."</|quote|>He answered evasively, because the old woman appeared to take | the clock, he quickened his pace. He was going to his work? the old woman said, quickening hers, too, quite easily. Yes, time was nearly out. On his telling her where he worked, the old woman became a more singular old woman than before. "An't you happy?" she asked him.<|quote|>"Why there's awmost nobbody but has their... | it had been. With a large allowance for difference of tastes, and with all submission to the patricians of Coketown, this seemed so extraordinary a source of interest to take so much trouble about, that it perplexed him. But they were passing the church now, and as his eye caught the clock, he quickened his pace. He wa... | ask no more! I have been standing about, on this side of the way, to see that gentleman," turning her head back towards Mr. Bounderby's again, "come out. But, he's late this year, and I have not seen him. You came out instead. Now, if I am obliged to go back without a glimpse of him I only want a glimpse well! I have s... | Coketown was a busy place, was it not? To which she answered "Eigh sure! Dreadful busy!" Then he said, she came from the country, he saw? To which she answered in the affirmative. "By Parliamentary, this morning. I came forty mile by Parliamentary this morning, and I'm going back the same forty mile this afternoon. I w... | as the uplifted hand of the sublimest love and patience could abate the raging of the sea yet it was a woman's hand too. It was an old woman, tall and shapely still, though withered by time, on whom his eyes fell when he stopped and turned. She was very cleanly and plainly dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and w... | she answered in the affirmative. "By Parliamentary, this morning. I came forty mile by Parliamentary this morning, and I'm going back the same forty mile this afternoon. I walked nine mile to the station this morning, and if I find nobody on the road to give me a lift, I shall walk the nine mile back to-night. That's p... | Hard Times |
He answered evasively, because the old woman appeared to take it for granted that he would be very happy indeed, and he had not the heart to disappoint her. He knew that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could count upon his having so little, why so much the better for h... | No speaker | but has their troubles, missus."<|quote|>He answered evasively, because the old woman appeared to take it for granted that he would be very happy indeed, and he had not the heart to disappoint her. He knew that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could count upon his havin... | him. "Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus."<|quote|>He answered evasively, because the old woman appeared to take it for granted that he would be very happy indeed, and he had not the heart to disappoint her. He knew that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so lon... | to his work? the old woman said, quickening hers, too, quite easily. Yes, time was nearly out. On his telling her where he worked, the old woman became a more singular old woman than before. "An't you happy?" she asked him. "Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus."<|quote|>He answered evasively, beca... | of tastes, and with all submission to the patricians of Coketown, this seemed so extraordinary a source of interest to take so much trouble about, that it perplexed him. But they were passing the church now, and as his eye caught the clock, he quickened his pace. He was going to his work? the old woman said, quickening... | this side of the way, to see that gentleman," turning her head back towards Mr. Bounderby's again, "come out. But, he's late this year, and I have not seen him. You came out instead. Now, if I am obliged to go back without a glimpse of him I only want a glimpse well! I have seen you, and you have seen him, and I must m... | which she answered "Eigh sure! Dreadful busy!" Then he said, she came from the country, he saw? To which she answered in the affirmative. "By Parliamentary, this morning. I came forty mile by Parliamentary this morning, and I'm going back the same forty mile this afternoon. I walked nine mile to the station this mornin... | patience could abate the raging of the sea yet it was a woman's hand too. It was an old woman, tall and shapely still, though withered by time, on whom his eyes fell when he stopped and turned. She was very cleanly and plainly dressed, had country mud upon her shoes, and was newly come from a journey. The flutter of he... | had seen this old woman before. Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her. She walked along at his side, and, gently accommodating himself to her humour, he said Coketown was a busy place, was it not? To which she answered "Eigh sure! Dreadful busy!" T... | Hard Times |
"Times. Just now and then," | Stephen Blackpool | home, you mean?" she said.<|quote|>"Times. Just now and then,"</|quote|>he answered, slightly. "But, working | You have your troubles at home, you mean?" she said.<|quote|>"Times. Just now and then,"</|quote|>he answered, slightly. "But, working under such a gentleman, they | that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could count upon his having so little, why so much the better for her, and none the worse for him. "Ay, ay! You have your troubles at home, you mean?" she said.<|quote|>"Times. Just now and then,"</|quote|>he answered, slightly. "Bu... | old woman than before. "An't you happy?" she asked him. "Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus." He answered evasively, because the old woman appeared to take it for granted that he would be very happy indeed, and he had not the heart to disappoint her. He knew that there was trouble enough in the w... | her mind, and her eye was not so bright as it had been. With a large allowance for difference of tastes, and with all submission to the patricians of Coketown, this seemed so extraordinary a source of interest to take so much trouble about, that it perplexed him. But they were passing the church now, and as his eye cau... | my age!" said the chatty old woman, her eye brightening with exultation. "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?" "'Deed 'tis. Don't d... | and little basket; the loose long-fingered gloves, to which her hands were unused; all bespoke an old woman from the country, in her plain holiday clothes, come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive fa... | returned, observing her more attentively, "he were all that." "And healthy," said the old woman, "as the fresh wind?" "Yes," returned Stephen. "He were ett'n and drinking as large and as loud as a Hummobee." "Thank you!" said the old woman, with infinite content. "Thank you!" He certainly never had seen this old woman ... | Hard Times |
he answered, slightly. "But, working under such a gentleman, they don't follow you to the Factory?" No, no; they didn't follow him there, said Stephen. All correct there. Everything accordant there. (He did not go so far as to say, for her pleasure, that there was a sort of Divine Right there; but, I have heard claims ... | No speaker | "Times. Just now and then,"<|quote|>he answered, slightly. "But, working under such a gentleman, they don't follow you to the Factory?" No, no; they didn't follow him there, said Stephen. All correct there. Everything accordant there. (He did not go so far as to say, for her pleasure, that there was a sort of Divine Ri... | home, you mean?" she said. "Times. Just now and then,"<|quote|>he answered, slightly. "But, working under such a gentleman, they don't follow you to the Factory?" No, no; they didn't follow him there, said Stephen. All correct there. Everything accordant there. (He did not go so far as to say, for her pleasure, that th... | in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could count upon his having so little, why so much the better for her, and none the worse for him. "Ay, ay! You have your troubles at home, you mean?" she said. "Times. Just now and then,"<|quote|>he answered, slightly. "But, working under such a gentleman, they... | you happy?" she asked him. "Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus." He answered evasively, because the old woman appeared to take it for granted that he would be very happy indeed, and he had not the heart to disappoint her. He knew that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman ha... | was not so bright as it had been. With a large allowance for difference of tastes, and with all submission to the patricians of Coketown, this seemed so extraordinary a source of interest to take so much trouble about, that it perplexed him. But they were passing the church now, and as his eye caught the clock, he quic... | old woman, her eye brightening with exultation. "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "No, no. Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?" "'Deed 'tis. Don't do't too often, missus." "... | long-fingered gloves, to which her hands were unused; all bespoke an old woman from the country, in her plain holiday clothes, come into Coketown on an expedition of rare occurrence. Remarking this at a glance, with the quick observation of his class, Stephen Blackpool bent his attentive face his face, which, like the ... | go back without a glimpse of him I only want a glimpse well! I have seen you, and you have seen him, and I must make that do." Saying this, she looked at Stephen as if to fix his features in her mind, and her eye was not so bright as it had been. With a large allowance for difference of tastes, and with all submission ... | Hard Times |
"A dozen year," | Stephen Blackpool | long he had worked there?<|quote|>"A dozen year,"</|quote|>he told her. "I must | her before going in, how long he had worked there?<|quote|>"A dozen year,"</|quote|>he told her. "I must kiss the hand," said she, | the Elephant was getting ready. The strange old woman was delighted with the very bell. It was the beautifullest bell she had ever heard, she said, and sounded grand! She asked him, when he stopped good-naturedly to shake hands with her before going in, how long he had worked there?<|quote|>"A dozen year,"</|quote|>he ... | that there was a sort of Divine Right there; but, I have heard claims almost as magnificent of late years.) They were now in the black by-road near the place, and the Hands were crowding in. The bell was ringing, and the Serpent was a Serpent of many coils, and the Elephant was getting ready. The strange old woman was ... | He knew that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could count upon his having so little, why so much the better for her, and none the worse for him. "Ay, ay! You have your troubles at home, you mean?" she said. "Times. Just now and then," he answered, slightly. "But, workin... | him. You came out instead. Now, if I am obliged to go back without a glimpse of him I only want a glimpse well! I have seen you, and you have seen him, and I must make that do." Saying this, she looked at Stephen as if to fix his features in her mind, and her eye was not so bright as it had been. With a large allowance... | were me." "Have you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old... | "Why there's awmost nobbody but has their troubles, missus." He answered evasively, because the old woman appeared to take it for granted that he would be very happy indeed, and he had not the heart to disappoint her. He knew that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could ... | Hard Times |
he told her. "I must kiss the hand," said she, "that has worked in this fine factory for a dozen year!" And she lifted it, though he would have prevented her, and put it to her lips. What harmony, besides her age and her simplicity, surrounded her, he did not know, but even in this fantastic action there was a somethin... | No speaker | worked there? "A dozen year,"<|quote|>he told her. "I must kiss the hand," said she, "that has worked in this fine factory for a dozen year!" And she lifted it, though he would have prevented her, and put it to her lips. What harmony, besides her age and her simplicity, surrounded her, he did not know, but even in this... | in, how long he had worked there? "A dozen year,"<|quote|>he told her. "I must kiss the hand," said she, "that has worked in this fine factory for a dozen year!" And she lifted it, though he would have prevented her, and put it to her lips. What harmony, besides her age and her simplicity, surrounded her, he did not kn... | getting ready. The strange old woman was delighted with the very bell. It was the beautifullest bell she had ever heard, she said, and sounded grand! She asked him, when he stopped good-naturedly to shake hands with her before going in, how long he had worked there? "A dozen year,"<|quote|>he told her. "I must kiss the... | a sort of Divine Right there; but, I have heard claims almost as magnificent of late years.) They were now in the black by-road near the place, and the Hands were crowding in. The bell was ringing, and the Serpent was a Serpent of many coils, and the Elephant was getting ready. The strange old woman was delighted with ... | there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could count upon his having so little, why so much the better for her, and none the worse for him. "Ay, ay! You have your troubles at home, you mean?" she said. "Times. Just now and then," he answered, slightly. "But, working under such ... | out instead. Now, if I am obliged to go back without a glimpse of him I only want a glimpse well! I have seen you, and you have seen him, and I must make that do." Saying this, she looked at Stephen as if to fix his features in her mind, and her eye was not so bright as it had been. With a large allowance for differenc... | you you'll excuse an old woman's curiosity have you seen the gentleman?" "Yes, missus." "And how did he look, sir? Was he portly, bold, outspoken, and hearty?" As she straightened her own figure, and held up her head in adapting her action to her words, the idea crossed Stephen that he had seen this old woman before, a... | Once a year," she answered, shaking her head. "I spend my savings so, once every year. I come regular, to tramp about the streets, and see the gentlemen." "Only to see 'em?" returned Stephen. "That's enough for me," she replied, with great earnestness and interest of manner. "I ask no more! I have been standing about, ... | Hard Times |
"I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." | Rachel Gradgrind | a low, calm, cheerful voice.<|quote|>"I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late."</|quote|>"I ha' been walking up | was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice.<|quote|>"I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late."</|quote|>"I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. | view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice.<|quote|>"I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. Y... | in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he... | his door, opened it, and so into the room. Quiet and peace were there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it ... | as that! Filled with these thoughts so filled that he had an unwholesome sense of growing larger, of being placed in some new and diseased relation towards the objects among which he passed, of seeing the iris round every misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the... | moment's relief, and, for the sake of it, and because he knew himself to want that softening of his anger which no voice but hers could effect, he felt he might so far disregard what she had said as to wait for her again. He waited, but she had eluded him. She was gone. On no other night in the year could he so ill hav... | that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside, with suspended breath ... | Hard Times |
"I ha' been walking up an' down." | Stephen Blackpool | Stephen. You are very late."<|quote|>"I ha' been walking up an' down."</|quote|>"I thought so. But 'tis | you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late."<|quote|>"I ha' been walking up an' down."</|quote|>"I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for | had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late."<|quote|>"I ha' been walking up an' down."</|quote|>"I th... | fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own e... | there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that s... | sense of growing larger, of being placed in some new and diseased relation towards the objects among which he passed, of seeing the iris round every misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the window, to which the black ladder had often been raised for the sliding ... | to want that softening of his anger which no voice but hers could effect, he felt he might so far disregard what she had said as to wait for her again. He waited, but she had eluded him. She was gone. On no other night in the year could he so ill have spared her patient face. O! Better to have no home in which to lay h... | own lone quiet path for him and how he had sometimes seen a shade of melancholy on her blessed face, that smote him with remorse and despair. He set the picture of her up, beside the infamous image of last night; and thought, Could it be, that the whole earthly course of one so gentle, good, and self-denying, was subju... | Hard Times |
"I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." | Rachel Gradgrind | been walking up an' down."<|quote|>"I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen."</|quote|>The wind? True. It was | are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down."<|quote|>"I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen."</|quote|>The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the | him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down."<|quote|>"I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. T... | was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again t... | bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgra... | in some new and diseased relation towards the objects among which he passed, of seeing the iris round every misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the window, to which the black ladder had often been raised for the sliding away of all that was most precious in thi... | which no voice but hers could effect, he felt he might so far disregard what she had said as to wait for her again. He waited, but she had eluded him. She was gone. On no other night in the year could he so ill have spared her patient face. O! Better to have no home in which to lay his head, than to have a home and dre... | bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgra... | Hard Times |
The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! | No speaker | and the wind has risen."<|quote|>The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing!</|quote|>"I have been here once | The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen."<|quote|>The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing!</|quote|>"I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came | quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen."<|quote|>The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in... | looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad y... | by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and... | turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the window, to which the black ladder had often been raised for the sliding away of all that was most precious in this world to a striving wife and a brood of hungry babies; and Stephen added to his other thoughts the stern reflection, t... | for her again. He waited, but she had eluded him. She was gone. On no other night in the year could he so ill have spared her patient face. O! Better to have no home in which to lay his head, than to have a home and dread to go to it, through such a cause. He ate and drank, for he was exhausted but he little knew or ca... | melancholy on her blessed face, that smote him with remorse and despair. He set the picture of her up, beside the infamous image of last night; and thought, Could it be, that the whole earthly course of one so gentle, good, and self-denying, was subjugate to such a wretch as that! Filled with these thoughts so filled t... | Hard Times |
"I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," | Rachel Gradgrind | have known it was blowing!<|quote|>"I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to,"</|quote|>she said. And "deed she | a wind, and not to have known it was blowing!<|quote|>"I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to,"</|quote|>she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and | too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing!<|quote|>"I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came ro... | eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and... | curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's fac... | most precious in this world to a striving wife and a brood of hungry babies; and Stephen added to his other thoughts the stern reflection, that of all the casualties of this existence upon earth, not one was dealt out with so unequal a hand as Death. The inequality of Birth was nothing to it. For, say that the child of... | home in which to lay his head, than to have a home and dread to go to it, through such a cause. He ate and drank, for he was exhausted but he little knew or cared what; and he wandered about in the chill rain, thinking and thinking, and brooding and brooding. No word of a new marriage had ever passed between them; but ... | but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he... | Hard Times |
she said. And | No speaker | here that needed looking to,"<|quote|>she said. And</|quote|>"deed she was right. All | dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to,"<|quote|>she said. And</|quote|>"deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded | to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to,"<|quote|>she said. And</|quote|>"deed she was right. ... | voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been ou... | was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not befor... | reflection, that of all the casualties of this existence upon earth, not one was dealt out with so unequal a hand as Death. The inequality of Birth was nothing to it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human cre... | and drank, for he was exhausted but he little knew or cared what; and he wandered about in the chill rain, thinking and thinking, and brooding and brooding. No word of a new marriage had ever passed between them; but Rachael had taken great pity on him years ago, and to her alone he had opened his closed heart all this... | nothing to it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside... | Hard Times |
"deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." | Rachel Gradgrind | looking to," she said. And<|quote|>"deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised."</|quote|>He slowly moved to a | some one here that needed looking to," she said. And<|quote|>"deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised."</|quote|>He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping | in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And<|quote|>"deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Ste... | glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a w... | place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had se... | all the casualties of this existence upon earth, not one was dealt out with so unequal a hand as Death. The inequality of Birth was nothing to it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was servic... | he was exhausted but he little knew or cared what; and he wandered about in the chill rain, thinking and thinking, and brooding and brooding. No word of a new marriage had ever passed between them; but Rachael had taken great pity on him years ago, and to her alone he had opened his closed heart all this time, on the s... | for him and how he had sometimes seen a shade of melancholy on her blessed face, that smote him with remorse and despair. He set the picture of her up, beside the infamous image of last night; and thought, Could it be, that the whole earthly course of one so gentle, good, and self-denying, was subjugate to such a wretc... | Hard Times |
He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. | No speaker | Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised."<|quote|>He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her.</|quote|>"I came to do what | right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised."<|quote|>He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her.</|quote|>"I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, | a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised."<|quote|>He slowly moved to a chair and ... | been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here onc... | newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were ... | with so unequal a hand as Death. The inequality of Birth was nothing to it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! ... | about in the chill rain, thinking and thinking, and brooding and brooding. No word of a new marriage had ever passed between them; but Rachael had taken great pity on him years ago, and to her alone he had opened his closed heart all this time, on the subject of his miseries; and he knew very well that if he were free ... | bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order ... | Hard Times |
"I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" | Rachel Gradgrind | drooping his head before her.<|quote|>"I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend"</|quote|>He laid his furrowed forehead | a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her.<|quote|>"I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend"</|quote|>He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a | once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her.<|quote|>"I came to do what littl... | for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-tim... | saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that al... | it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside, with susp... | of a new marriage had ever passed between them; but Rachael had taken great pity on him years ago, and to her alone he had opened his closed heart all this time, on the subject of his miseries; and he knew very well that if he were free to ask her, she would take him. He thought of the home he might at that moment have... | the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the roo... | Hard Times |
He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. | No speaker | when I was her friend"<|quote|>He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan.</|quote|>"And next, for that I | courted her and married her when I was her friend"<|quote|>He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan.</|quote|>"And next, for that I know your heart, and am | bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend"<|quote|>He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan... | such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat... | seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis to... | serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside, with suspended breath and with a slow footstep. He went up to his door, opened it, and so into the room. Quiet and peace were there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turn... | of his miseries; and he knew very well that if he were free to ask her, she would take him. He thought of the home he might at that moment have been seeking with pleasure and pride; of the different man he might have been that night; of the lightness then in his now heavy-laden breast; of the then restored honour, self... | to it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside, with s... | Hard Times |
"And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," | Rachel Gradgrind | hand, with a low groan.<|quote|>"And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said,"</|quote|>"Let him who is without | his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan.<|quote|>"And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said,"</|quote|>"Let him who is without sin among you cast the | head before her. "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan.<|quote|>"And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and c... | have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do wha... | were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the ... | From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside, with suspended breath and with a slow footstep. He went up to his door, opened it, and so into the room. Quiet and peace were there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind... | free to ask her, she would take him. He thought of the home he might at that moment have been seeking with pleasure and pride; of the different man he might have been that night; of the lightness then in his now heavy-laden breast; of the then restored honour, self-respect, and tranquillity all torn to pieces. He thoug... | Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was ... | Hard Times |
"Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" | No speaker | aid. Thou knowest who said,"<|quote|>"Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!"</|quote|>"There have been plenty to | as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said,"<|quote|>"Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!"</|quote|>"There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not | friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said,"<|quote|>"Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at h... | and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "A... | "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been h... | there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that s... | lightness then in his now heavy-laden breast; of the then restored honour, self-respect, and tranquillity all torn to pieces. He thought of the waste of the best part of his life, of the change it made in his character for the worse every day, of the dreadful nature of his existence, bound hand and foot, to a dead woma... | had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'ti... | Hard Times |
"There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." | Rachel Gradgrind | the first stone at her!"<|quote|>"There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low."</|quote|>"O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast | without sin among you cast the first stone at her!"<|quote|>"There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low."</|quote|>"O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven | next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!"<|quote|>"There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the ... | before her. "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that '... | a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at di... | light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and s... | tranquillity all torn to pieces. He thought of the waste of the best part of his life, of the change it made in his character for the worse every day, of the dreadful nature of his existence, bound hand and foot, to a dead woman, and tormented by a demon in her shape. He thought of Rachael, how young when they were fir... | that was most precious in this world to a striving wife and a brood of hungry babies; and Stephen added to his other thoughts the stern reflection, that of all the casualties of this existence upon earth, not one was dealt out with so unequal a hand as Death. The inequality of Birth was nothing to it. For, say that the... | Hard Times |
"O Rachael, Rachael!" | Stephen Blackpool | she is brought so low."<|quote|>"O Rachael, Rachael!"</|quote|>"Thou hast been a cruel | the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low."<|quote|>"O Rachael, Rachael!"</|quote|>"Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she | so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low."<|quote|>"O Rachael, Rachael!"</|quote|>"Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, ... | for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is... | thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, ... | to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire wa... | character for the worse every day, of the dreadful nature of his existence, bound hand and foot, to a dead woman, and tormented by a demon in her shape. He thought of Rachael, how young when they were first brought together in these circumstances, how mature now, how soon to grow old. He thought of the number of girls ... | Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw... | Hard Times |
"Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" | Rachel Gradgrind | so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!"<|quote|>"Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!"</|quote|>she said, in compassionate accents. | Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!"<|quote|>"Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!"</|quote|>she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, | suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!"<|quote|>"Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!"... | courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin ... | chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded t... | saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly tri... | worse every day, of the dreadful nature of his existence, bound hand and foot, to a dead woman, and tormented by a demon in her shape. He thought of Rachael, how young when they were first brought together in these circumstances, how mature now, how soon to grow old. He thought of the number of girls and women she had ... | Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened te... | Hard Times |
she said, in compassionate accents. | No speaker | cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!"<|quote|>she said, in compassionate accents.</|quote|>"I am thy poor friend, | Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!"<|quote|>she said, in compassionate accents.</|quote|>"I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and | "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!"<|quote|>she said, in compassionate accents.</|quote|>"I ... | friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "Th... | in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and ... | too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. I... | existence, bound hand and foot, to a dead woman, and tormented by a demon in her shape. He thought of Rachael, how young when they were first brought together in these circumstances, how mature now, how soon to grow old. He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in the... | of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside, with suspended breath and with a slow... | Hard Times |
"I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." | Rachel Gradgrind | she said, in compassionate accents.<|quote|>"I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind."</|quote|>[Picture: Stephen and Rachael in | cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents.<|quote|>"I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind."</|quote|>[Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds | sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents.<|quote|>"I am thy poor friend, with all my h... | forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do th... | not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping h... | she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him th... | to a dead woman, and tormented by a demon in her shape. He thought of Rachael, how young when they were first brought together in these circumstances, how mature now, how soon to grow old. He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around he... | herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the ... | Hard Times |
[Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sor... | No speaker | all my heart and mind."<|quote|>[Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it... | am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind."<|quote|>[Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid f... | been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind."<|quote|>[Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sic... | that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephe... | once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do what little I coul... | she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at not... | shape. He thought of Rachael, how young when they were first brought together in these circumstances, how mature now, how soon to grow old. He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around her, how she had contentedly pursued her own lone q... | added to his other thoughts the stern reflection, that of all the casualties of this existence upon earth, not one was dealt out with so unequal a hand as Death. The inequality of Birth was nothing to it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that di... | Hard Times |
"I will stay here, Stephen," | Rachel Gradgrind | seemed to fall upon him.<|quote|>"I will stay here, Stephen,"</|quote|>said Rachael, quietly resuming her | hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him.<|quote|>"I will stay here, Stephen,"</|quote|>said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the bells go | and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him.<|quote|>"I will stay here, Stephen,"</|quote|>said Rachael, quietly resu... | of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. I... | even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven rewar... | "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in su... | as that! Filled with these thoughts so filled that he had an unwholesome sense of growing larger, of being placed in some new and diseased relation towards the objects among which he passed, of seeing the iris round every misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the... | bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me a... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, | No speaker | "I will stay here, Stephen,"<|quote|>said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat,</|quote|>"till the bells go Three. | seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen,"<|quote|>said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat,</|quote|>"till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again | two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen,"<|quote|>said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat,</|quote|>"till ... | dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that... | for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in co... | come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not t... | thoughts so filled that he had an unwholesome sense of growing larger, of being placed in some new and diseased relation towards the objects among which he passed, of seeing the iris round every misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the window, to which the black... | first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as ... | Hard Times |
"till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning." | Rachel Gradgrind | Rachael, quietly resuming her seat,<|quote|>"till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning."</|quote|>"But thy rest agen to-morrow's | will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat,<|quote|>"till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning."</|quote|>"But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear." "I slept | was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat,<|quote|>"till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done aga... | her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his e... | who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy... | very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I thought so. But 'tis too bad a night for that. The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I... | an unwholesome sense of growing larger, of being placed in some new and diseased relation towards the objects among which he passed, of seeing the iris round every misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the window, to which the black ladder had often been raised f... | of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassiona... | Hard Times |
"But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear." | Stephen Blackpool | may be left till morning."<|quote|>"But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear."</|quote|>"I slept sound last night. | at three, and then she may be left till morning."<|quote|>"But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear."</|quote|>"I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, | it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning."<|quote|>"But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear."</|qu... | laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden ho... | to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds o... | The rain falls very heavy, and the wind has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There w... | he passed, of seeing the iris round every misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the window, to which the black ladder had often been raised for the sliding away of all that was most precious in this world to a striving wife and a brood of hungry babies; and Steph... | laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have be... | Hard Times |
"I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." | Rachel Gradgrind | agen to-morrow's work, my dear."<|quote|>"I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me."... | till morning." "But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear."<|quote|>"I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far ... | deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning." "But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear."<|quote|>"I slept sound last night. I can wake ma... | sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I wil... | to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to... | has risen." The wind? True. It was blowing hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to,... | misty light turn red he went home for shelter. CHAPTER XIII RACHAEL A CANDLE faintly burned in the window, to which the black ladder had often been raised for the sliding away of all that was most precious in this world to a striving wife and a brood of hungry babies; and Stephen added to his other thoughts the stern r... | "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too ... | Hard Times |
He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. | No speaker | for thee than for me."<|quote|>He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself.</|quote|>"She don't know me, Stephen; | To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me."<|quote|>He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself.</|quote|>"She don't know me, Ste... | many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me."<|quote|>He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him... | fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning." "But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear." "I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art ... | about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. ... | looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and marr... | the stern reflection, that of all the casualties of this existence upon earth, not one was dealt out with so unequal a hand as Death. The inequality of Birth was nothing to it. For, say that the child of a King and the child of a Weaver were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any... | too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groa... | Hard Times |
"She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." | Rachel Gradgrind | to defend him from himself.<|quote|>"She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser."</|quote|>"How long, Rachael, is 't | out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself.<|quote|>"She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser."</|quote|>"How lon... | than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself.<|quote|>"She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I hav... | I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to ... | been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Racha... | me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou kn... | were born to-night in the same moment, what was that disparity, to the death of any human creature who was serviceable to, or beloved by, another, while this abandoned woman lived on! From the outside of his home he gloomily passed to the inside, with suspended breath and with a slow footstep. He went up to his door, o... | "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them ... | Hard Times |
"How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" | Stephen Blackpool | and she never the wiser."<|quote|>"How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?"</|quote|>"Doctor said she would haply | have done what I can, and she never the wiser."<|quote|>"How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?"</|quote|>"Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." | from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser."<|quote|>"How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be s... | for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I ha... | a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning." "But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear." "I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put... | far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast... | with a slow footstep. He went up to his door, opened it, and so into the room. Quiet and peace were there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one... | or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven re... | Hard Times |
"Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." | Rachel Gradgrind | for, that she'll be so?"<|quote|>"Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow."</|quote|>His eyes fell again on | long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?"<|quote|>"Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow."</|quote|>His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble | and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?"<|quote|>"Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow."</|quote... | out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Ti... | here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning." "But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear." "I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and... | as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she ... | it, and so into the room. Quiet and peace were there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but ... | once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do what little I coul... | Hard Times |
His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. | No speaker | come to her mind to-morrow."<|quote|>His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet.</|quote|>"No," he said, "it was | "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow."<|quote|>His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet.</|quote|>"No," he said, "it was not that. He had had | but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow."<|quote|>His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed o... | his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right... | bells go Three. 'Tis to be done again at three, and then she may be left till morning." "But thy rest agen to-morrow's work, my dear." "I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst ... | "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor frien... | there. Rachael was there, sitting by the bed. She turned her head, and the light of her face shone in upon the midnight of his mind. She sat by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that s... | with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the m... | Hard Times |
"No," | Stephen Blackpool | was chilled with the wet.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>he said, "it was not | every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>he said, "it was not that. He had had a | wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>he said, "it was not that. He... | him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" ... | sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors,... | the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be abou... | by the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and... | there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the be... | Hard Times |
he said, | No speaker | chilled with the wet. "No,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"it was not that. He | limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"it was not that. He had had a fright." "A | "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"it was not that. He had had... | from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doc... | last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and i... | last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about th... | the bed, watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and or... | which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside,... | Hard Times |
"it was not that. He had had a fright." | Stephen Blackpool | the wet. "No," he said,<|quote|>"it was not that. He had had a fright."</|quote|>"A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming | thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said,<|quote|>"it was not that. He had had a fright."</|quote|>"A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. | Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said,<|quote|>"it was not that. He had had a fright."</|quote|... | "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she w... | I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to ... | Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of th... | watching and tending his wife. That is to say, he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he... | or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven re... | Hard Times |
"A fright?" | Rachel Gradgrind | He had had a fright."<|quote|>"A fright?"</|quote|>"Ay, ay! coming in. When | said, "it was not that. He had had a fright."<|quote|>"A fright?"</|quote|>"Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I | "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said, "it was not that. He had had a fright."<|quote|>"A fright?"</|quote|>"Ay, ay! coming in. When I were wa... | and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell a... | to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were goi... | Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still w... | he saw that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly ... | that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephe... | Hard Times |
"Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I" | Stephen Blackpool | had a fright." "A fright?"<|quote|>"Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I"</|quote|>It seized him again; and | was not that. He had had a fright." "A fright?"<|quote|>"Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I"</|quote|>It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by | she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said, "it was not that. He had had a fright." "A fright?"<|quote|>"Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thi... | I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the ... | 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going abou... | hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing h... | that some one lay there, and he knew too well it must be she; but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed... | much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!"... | Hard Times |
It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied. | No speaker | I were thinking. When I"<|quote|>It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied.</|quote|>"Stephen!" She was coming to | When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I"<|quote|>It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied.</|quote|>"Stephen!" She was coming to him, but he stretched out | bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said, "it was not that. He had had a fright." "A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I"<|quote|>It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mant... | well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in ever... | sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep i... | am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bo... | but Rachael's hands had put a curtain up, so that she was screened from his eyes. Her disgraceful garments were removed, and some of Rachael's were in the room. Everything was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he... | what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me when we were girls both, and for that you courted her and married her when I was her friend" He laid his furrowed forehead on his hand, with a low groan. "And next, for that I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to le... | Hard Times |
"Stephen!" | Rachel Gradgrind | as if it were palsied.<|quote|>"Stephen!"</|quote|>She was coming to him, | with a hand that shook as if it were palsied.<|quote|>"Stephen!"</|quote|>She was coming to him, but he stretched out his | had had a fright." "A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I" It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied.<|quote|>"Stephen!"</|quote|>She was coming to him, but he stretched... | that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said, "it was not that. He had had a fright." "A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were... | the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again... | neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was o... | was in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not befor... | merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a ... | Hard Times |
She was coming to him, but he stretched out his arm to stop her. | No speaker | if it were palsied. "Stephen!"<|quote|>She was coming to him, but he stretched out his arm to stop her.</|quote|>"No! Don't, please; don't. Let | a hand that shook as if it were palsied. "Stephen!"<|quote|>She was coming to him, but he stretched out his arm to stop her.</|quote|>"No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee setten by | had a fright." "A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I" It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied. "Stephen!"<|quote|>She was coming to him, but he stretched out his arm ... | she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said, "it was not that. He had had a fright." "A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walk... | thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, bu... | of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without showing her. She steeped a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. I... | in its place and order as he had always kept it, the little fire was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he... | that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said," "Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her!" "There have been plenty to do that. Thou art not the man to cast the last stone, Stephen, when she is brought so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" ... | Hard Times |
"No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee setten by the bed. Let me see thee, a' so good, and so forgiving. Let me see thee as I see thee when I coom in. I can never see thee better than so. Never, never, never!" | Stephen Blackpool | his arm to stop her.<|quote|>"No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee setten by the bed. Let me see thee, a' so good, and so forgiving. Let me see thee as I see thee when I coom in. I can never see thee better than so. Never, never, never!"</|quote|>He had a violent fit | him, but he stretched out his arm to stop her.<|quote|>"No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee setten by the bed. Let me see thee, a' so good, and so forgiving. Let me see thee as I see thee when I coom in. I can never see thee better than so. Never, never, never!"</|quote|>He had a violent fit of trembling, and the... | I were thinking. When I" It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied. "Stephen!" She was coming to him, but he stretched out his arm to stop her.<|quote|>"No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee setten by the bed... | eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tremble passed over him, causing him to shiver in every limb. She thought he was chilled with the wet. "No," he said, "it was not that. He had had a fright." "A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I" It seized him again; and he stood up, hold... | late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; she just drowsily mutters and stares. I have spoken to her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right min... | a piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read w... | was newly trimmed, and the hearth was freshly swept. It appeared to him that he saw all this in Rachael's face, and looked at nothing besides. While looking at it, it was shut out from his view by the softened tears that filled his eyes; but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes w... | so low." "O Rachael, Rachael!" "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dres... | Hard Times |
He had a violent fit of trembling, and then sunk into his chair. After a time he controlled himself, and, resting with an elbow on one knee, and his head upon that hand, could look towards Rachael. Seen across the dim candle with his moistened eyes, she looked as if she had a glory shining round her head. He could have... | No speaker | than so. Never, never, never!"<|quote|>He had a violent fit of trembling, and then sunk into his chair. After a time he controlled himself, and, resting with an elbow on one knee, and his head upon that hand, could look towards Rachael. Seen across the dim candle with his moistened eyes, she looked as if she had a glor... | can never see thee better than so. Never, never, never!"<|quote|>He had a violent fit of trembling, and then sunk into his chair. After a time he controlled himself, and, resting with an elbow on one knee, and his head upon that hand, could look towards Rachael. Seen across the dim candle with his moistened eyes, she l... | his arm to stop her. "No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee setten by the bed. Let me see thee, a' so good, and so forgiving. Let me see thee as I see thee when I coom in. I can never see thee better than so. Never, never, never!"<|quote|>He had a violent fit of trembling, and then sunk into his chair. After a time... | When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I" It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied. "Stephen!" She was coming to him, but he stretched out his arm to stop her. "No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee... | her times and again, but she don't notice! 'Tis as well so. When she comes to her right mind once more, I shall have done what I can, and she never the wiser." "How long, Rachael, is 't looked for, that she'll be so?" "Doctor said she would haply come to her mind to-morrow." His eyes fell again on the bottle, and a tre... | one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read what was printed on it in large letters. He turned of a deadly hue, and a sudden horror seemed to fall upon him. "I will stay here, Stephen," said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, "till the bells go Three. 'Tis to be done aga... | but not before he had seen how earnestly she looked at him, and how her own eyes were filled too. She turned again towards the bed, and satisfying herself that all was quiet there, spoke in a low, calm, cheerful voice. "I am glad you have come at last, Stephen. You are very late." "I ha' been walking up an' down." "I t... | "Thou hast been a cruel sufferer, Heaven reward thee!" she said, in compassionate accents. "I am thy poor friend, with all my heart and mind." [Picture: Stephen and Rachael in the sick room] The wounds of which she had spoken, seemed to be about the neck of the self-made outcast. She dressed them now, still without sho... | Hard Times |
"When she gets better, Stephen, 'tis to be hoped she'll leave thee to thyself again, and do thee no more hurt. Anyways we will hope so now. And now I shall keep silence, for I want thee to sleep." | Rachel Gradgrind | the house clamouring and lamenting.<|quote|>"When she gets better, Stephen, 'tis to be hoped she'll leave thee to thyself again, and do thee no more hurt. Anyways we will hope so now. And now I shall keep silence, for I want thee to sleep."</|quote|>He closed his eyes, more | door below, and went about the house clamouring and lamenting.<|quote|>"When she gets better, Stephen, 'tis to be hoped she'll leave thee to thyself again, and do thee no more hurt. Anyways we will hope so now. And now I shall keep silence, for I want thee to sleep."</|quote|>He closed his eyes, more to please her than... | across the dim candle with his moistened eyes, she looked as if she had a glory shining round her head. He could have believed she had. He did believe it, as the noise without shook the window, rattled at the door below, and went about the house clamouring and lamenting.<|quote|>"When she gets better, Stephen, 'tis to ... | in. I can never see thee better than so. Never, never, never!" He had a violent fit of trembling, and then sunk into his chair. After a time he controlled himself, and, resting with an elbow on one knee, and his head upon that hand, could look towards Rachael. Seen across the dim candle with his moistened eyes, she loo... | that. He had had a fright." "A fright?" "Ay, ay! coming in. When I were walking. When I were thinking. When I" It seized him again; and he stood up, holding by the mantel-shelf, as he pressed his dank cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied. "Stephen!" She was coming to him, but he stretched out his... | many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if h... | hard. Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! To have been out in such a wind, and not to have known it was blowing! "I have been here once before, to-day, Stephen. Landlady came round for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wa... | agen to-morrow's work, my dear." "I slept sound last night. I can wake many nights, when I am put to it. 'Tis thou who art in need of rest so white and tired. Try to sleep in the chair there, while I watch. Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He hear... | Hard Times |
He closed his eyes, more to please her than to rest his weary head; but, by slow degrees as he listened to the great noise of the wind, he ceased to hear it, or it changed into the working of his loom, or even into the voices of the day (his own included) saying what had been really said. Even this imperfect consciousn... | No speaker | I want thee to sleep."<|quote|>He closed his eyes, more to please her than to rest his weary head; but, by slow degrees as he listened to the great noise of the wind, he ceased to hear it, or it changed into the working of his loom, or even into the voices of the day (his own included) saying what had been really said.... | I shall keep silence, for I want thee to sleep."<|quote|>He closed his eyes, more to please her than to rest his weary head; but, by slow degrees as he listened to the great noise of the wind, he ceased to hear it, or it changed into the working of his loom, or even into the voices of the day (his own included) saying ... | the door below, and went about the house clamouring and lamenting. "When she gets better, Stephen, 'tis to be hoped she'll leave thee to thyself again, and do thee no more hurt. Anyways we will hope so now. And now I shall keep silence, for I want thee to sleep."<|quote|>He closed his eyes, more to please her than to r... | and his head upon that hand, could look towards Rachael. Seen across the dim candle with his moistened eyes, she looked as if she had a glory shining round her head. He could have believed she had. He did believe it, as the noise without shook the window, rattled at the door below, and went about the house clamouring a... | cold hair down with a hand that shook as if it were palsied. "Stephen!" She was coming to him, but he stretched out his arm to stop her. "No! Don't, please; don't. Let me see thee setten by the bed. Let me see thee, a' so good, and so forgiving. Let me see thee as I see thee when I coom in. I can never see thee better ... | believe. To-morrow's work is far harder for thee than for me." He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. She had cast it out; she would keep it out; he trusted to her to defend him from himself. "She don't know me, Stephen; sh... | for me at dinner-time. There was some one here that needed looking to," she said. And "deed she was right. All wandering and lost, Stephen. Wounded too, and bruised." He slowly moved to a chair and sat down, drooping his head before her. "I came to do what little I could, Stephen; first, for that she worked with me whe... | piece of linen in a basin, into which she poured some liquid from a bottle, and laid it with a gentle hand upon the sore. The three-legged table had been drawn close to the bedside, and on it there were two bottles. This was one. It was not so far off, but that Stephen, following her hands with his eyes, could read wha... | Hard Times |
"Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?" | Stephen Blackpool | broke out of his chair.<|quote|>"Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?"</|quote|>"'Tis all well, Stephen. I | Rachael had the cup. Stephen broke out of his chair.<|quote|>"Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?"</|quote|>"'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis | would be past all help, let the whole world wake and come about her with its utmost power. But in that moment Rachael started up with a suppressed cry. The creature struggled, struck her, seized her by the hair; but Rachael had the cup. Stephen broke out of his chair.<|quote|>"Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this drea... | voice, nor had he power to stir. If this be real, and her allotted time be not yet come, wake, Rachael, wake! She thought of that, too. She looked at Rachael, and very slowly, very cautiously, poured out the contents. The draught was at her lips. A moment and she would be past all help, let the whole world wake and com... | the room. And now, for the first time, her eyes stopped at the table with the bottles on it. Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She drew a mug into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of th... | it back, and sat up. With her woful eyes, so haggard and wild, so heavy and large, she looked all round the room, and passed the corner where he slept in his chair. Her eyes returned to that corner, and she put her hand over them as a shade, while she looked into it. Again they went all round the room, scarcely heeding... | abhorred him, and there was not one pitying or friendly eye among the millions that were fastened on his face. He stood on a raised stage, under his own loom; and, looking up at the shape the loom took, and hearing the burial service distinctly read, he knew that he was there to suffer death. In an instant what he stoo... | strayed contracted to the four walls of his room. Saving that the fire had died out, it was as his eyes had closed upon it. Rachael seemed to have fallen into a doze, in the chair by the bed. She sat wrapped in her shawl, perfectly still. The table stood in the same place, close by the bedside, and on it, in its real p... | Hard Times |
"'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." | Rachel Gradgrind | or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?"<|quote|>"'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells."</|quote|>The wind brought the sounds | chair. "Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?"<|quote|>"'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells."</|quote|>The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to | wake and come about her with its utmost power. But in that moment Rachael started up with a suppressed cry. The creature struggled, struck her, seized her by the hair; but Rachael had the cup. Stephen broke out of his chair. "Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?"<|quote|>"'Tis all well, Stephen. I have... | be real, and her allotted time be not yet come, wake, Rachael, wake! She thought of that, too. She looked at Rachael, and very slowly, very cautiously, poured out the contents. The draught was at her lips. A moment and she would be past all help, let the whole world wake and come about her with its utmost power. But in... | eyes stopped at the table with the bottles on it. Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She drew a mug into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of the two bottles she should choose. Finally, s... | so haggard and wild, so heavy and large, she looked all round the room, and passed the corner where he slept in his chair. Her eyes returned to that corner, and she put her hand over them as a shade, while she looked into it. Again they went all round the room, scarcely heeding Rachael if at all, and returned to that c... | friendly eye among the millions that were fastened on his face. He stood on a raised stage, under his own loom; and, looking up at the shape the loom took, and hearing the burial service distinctly read, he knew that he was there to suffer death. In an instant what he stood on fell below him, and he was gone. Out of wh... | doze, in the chair by the bed. She sat wrapped in her shawl, perfectly still. The table stood in the same place, close by the bedside, and on it, in its real proportions and appearance, was the shape so often repeated. He thought he saw the curtain move. He looked again, and he was sure it moved. He saw a hand come for... | Hard Times |
The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of sight and hearing had been awake. She held the cup in her hand... | No speaker | Hush! I hear the bells."<|quote|>The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of sight and hearing had been aw... | asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells."<|quote|>The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses... | a suppressed cry. The creature struggled, struck her, seized her by the hair; but Rachael had the cup. Stephen broke out of his chair. "Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?" "'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells."<|quote|>The wind brought the sound... | too. She looked at Rachael, and very slowly, very cautiously, poured out the contents. The draught was at her lips. A moment and she would be past all help, let the whole world wake and come about her with its utmost power. But in that moment Rachael started up with a suppressed cry. The creature struggled, struck her,... | his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She drew a mug into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of the two bottles she should choose. Finally, she laid her insensate grasp upon the bottle that had swift and certain death in it, and, b... | corner where he slept in his chair. Her eyes returned to that corner, and she put her hand over them as a shade, while she looked into it. Again they went all round the room, scarcely heeding Rachael if at all, and returned to that corner. He thought, as she once more shaded them not so much looking at him, as looking ... | under his own loom; and, looking up at the shape the loom took, and hearing the burial service distinctly read, he knew that he was there to suffer death. In an instant what he stood on fell below him, and he was gone. Out of what mystery he came back to his usual life, and to places that he knew, he was unable to cons... | and round them was the printed word. The wind was blowing again, the rain was beating on the house-tops, and the larger spaces through which he had strayed contracted to the four walls of his room. Saving that the fire had died out, it was as his eyes had closed upon it. Rachael seemed to have fallen into a doze, in th... | Hard Times |
"I thought it must be near three," | Rachel Gradgrind | in her hand even now.<|quote|>"I thought it must be near three,"</|quote|>she said, calmly pouring from | awake. She held the cup in her hand even now.<|quote|>"I thought it must be near three,"</|quote|>she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, | and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of sight and hearing had been awake. She held the cup in her hand even now.<|quote|>"I thought it must be near three,"</|quote|>she said, calml... | Rachael had the cup. Stephen broke out of his chair. "Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?" "'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at... | cork with her teeth. Dream or reality, he had no voice, nor had he power to stir. If this be real, and her allotted time be not yet come, wake, Rachael, wake! She thought of that, too. She looked at Rachael, and very slowly, very cautiously, poured out the contents. The draught was at her lips. A moment and she would b... | with a brutish instinct that he was there that no single trace was left in those debauched features, or in the mind that went along with them, of the woman he had married eighteen years before. But that he had seen her come to this by inches, he never could have believed her to be the same. All this time, as if a spell... | consider; but he was back in those places by some means, and with this condemnation upon him, that he was never, in this world or the next, through all the unimaginable ages of eternity, to look on Rachael's face or hear her voice. Wandering to and fro, unceasingly, without hope, and in search of he knew not what (he o... | into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of the two bottles she should choose. Finally, she laid her insensate grasp upon the bottle that had swift and certain death in it, and, before his eyes, pulled out the cork with her teeth. Dream or reality, he had no voice, nor had he power to stir. If this be real, ... | Hard Times |
she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, and steeping the linen as before. | No speaker | it must be near three,"<|quote|>she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, and steeping the linen as before.</|quote|>"I am thankful I stayed! | hand even now. "I thought it must be near three,"<|quote|>she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, and steeping the linen as before.</|quote|>"I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I | her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of sight and hearing had been awake. She held the cup in her hand even now. "I thought it must be near three,"<|quote|>she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, and steep... | of his chair. "Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?" "'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the d... | he had no voice, nor had he power to stir. If this be real, and her allotted time be not yet come, wake, Rachael, wake! She thought of that, too. She looked at Rachael, and very slowly, very cautiously, poured out the contents. The draught was at her lips. A moment and she would be past all help, let the whole world wa... | there that no single trace was left in those debauched features, or in the mind that went along with them, of the woman he had married eighteen years before. But that he had seen her come to this by inches, he never could have believed her to be the same. All this time, as if a spell were on him, he was motionless and ... | places by some means, and with this condemnation upon him, that he was never, in this world or the next, through all the unimaginable ages of eternity, to look on Rachael's face or hear her voice. Wandering to and fro, unceasingly, without hope, and in search of he knew not what (he only knew that he was doomed to seek... | before. But that he had seen her come to this by inches, he never could have believed her to be the same. All this time, as if a spell were on him, he was motionless and powerless, except to watch her. Stupidly dozing, or communing with her incapable self about nothing, she sat for a little while with her hands at her ... | Hard Times |
"I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it." | Rachel Gradgrind | steeping the linen as before.<|quote|>"I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it."</|quote|>As she spoke, she drained | cup into the basin, and steeping the linen as before.<|quote|>"I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it."</|quote|>As she spoke, she drained the basin into t... | of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of sight and hearing had been awake. She held the cup in her hand even now. "I thought it must be near three," she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, and steeping the linen as before.<|quote|>"I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have ... | I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his se... | allotted time be not yet come, wake, Rachael, wake! She thought of that, too. She looked at Rachael, and very slowly, very cautiously, poured out the contents. The draught was at her lips. A moment and she would be past all help, let the whole world wake and come about her with its utmost power. But in that moment Rach... | went along with them, of the woman he had married eighteen years before. But that he had seen her come to this by inches, he never could have believed her to be the same. All this time, as if a spell were on him, he was motionless and powerless, except to watch her. Stupidly dozing, or communing with her incapable self... | world or the next, through all the unimaginable ages of eternity, to look on Rachael's face or hear her voice. Wandering to and fro, unceasingly, without hope, and in search of he knew not what (he only knew that he was doomed to seek it), he was the subject of a nameless, horrible dread, a mortal fear of one particula... | Stupidly dozing, or communing with her incapable self about nothing, she sat for a little while with her hands at her ears, and her head resting on them. Presently, she resumed her staring round the room. And now, for the first time, her eyes stopped at the table with the bottles on it. Straightway she turned her eyes ... | Hard Times |
As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to cover herself with her shawl before going out into the wind and rain. | No speaker | ever so little of it."<|quote|>As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to cover herself with her shawl before going out into the wind and rain.</|quote|>"Thou'lt let me walk wi' | stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it."<|quote|>As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to cover herself with her shawl before going out into the wind and rain.</|quote|>"Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, R... | the basin, and steeping the linen as before. "I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it."<|quote|>As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fi... | disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of sight and hearing had been awake. She held the cup in her hand even now. "I thought it must be near three," she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, and steeping the linen as before. "I am thankful I sta... | let the whole world wake and come about her with its utmost power. But in that moment Rachael started up with a suppressed cry. The creature struggled, struck her, seized her by the hair; but Rachael had the cup. Stephen broke out of his chair. "Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?" "'Tis all well, Ste... | on him, he was motionless and powerless, except to watch her. Stupidly dozing, or communing with her incapable self about nothing, she sat for a little while with her hands at her ears, and her head resting on them. Presently, she resumed her staring round the room. And now, for the first time, her eyes stopped at the ... | to seek it), he was the subject of a nameless, horrible dread, a mortal fear of one particular shape which everything took. Whatsoever he looked at, grew into that form sooner or later. The object of his miserable existence was to prevent its recognition by any one among the various people he encountered. Hopeless labo... | With her woful eyes, so haggard and wild, so heavy and large, she looked all round the room, and passed the corner where he slept in his chair. Her eyes returned to that corner, and she put her hand over them as a shade, while she looked into it. Again they went all round the room, scarcely heeding Rachael if at all, a... | Hard Times |
"Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?" | Stephen Blackpool | into the wind and rain.<|quote|>"Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?"</|quote|>"No, Stephen. 'Tis but a | her shawl before going out into the wind and rain.<|quote|>"Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?"</|quote|>"No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home." "Thou'rt | to leave about, though ever so little of it." As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to cover herself with her shawl before going out into the wind and rain.<|quote|>"Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?"</|quot... | three," she said, calmly pouring from the cup into the basin, and steeping the linen as before. "I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it." As she spoke, she... | out of his chair. "Rachael, am I wakin' or dreamin' this dreadfo' night?" "'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted t... | resumed her staring round the room. And now, for the first time, her eyes stopped at the table with the bottles on it. Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She drew a mug into the bed, and sat for a whi... | prevent its recognition by any one among the various people he encountered. Hopeless labour! If he led them out of rooms where it was, if he shut up drawers and closets where it stood, if he drew the curious from places where he knew it to be secreted, and got them out into the streets, the very chimneys of the mills a... | her head resting on them. Presently, she resumed her staring round the room. And now, for the first time, her eyes stopped at the table with the bottles on it. Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She d... | Hard Times |
"No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home." | Rachel Gradgrind | thee at this hour, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home."</|quote|>"Thou'rt not fearfo';" he said | "Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home."</|quote|>"Thou'rt not fearfo';" he said it in a low voice, | she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to cover herself with her shawl before going out into the wind and rain. "Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?"<|quote|>"No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home."</|quote... | basin, and steeping the linen as before. "I am thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it." As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and brok... | this dreadfo' night?" "'Tis all well, Stephen. I have been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of finger... | first time, her eyes stopped at the table with the bottles on it. Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She drew a mug into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of the two bottles she should ch... | he encountered. Hopeless labour! If he led them out of rooms where it was, if he shut up drawers and closets where it stood, if he drew the curious from places where he knew it to be secreted, and got them out into the streets, the very chimneys of the mills assumed that shape, and round them was the printed word. The ... | hand over them as a shade, while she looked into it. Again they went all round the room, scarcely heeding Rachael if at all, and returned to that corner. He thought, as she once more shaded them not so much looking at him, as looking for him with a brutish instinct that he was there that no single trace was left in tho... | Hard Times |
"Thou'rt not fearfo';" | Stephen Blackpool | a minute, and I'm home."<|quote|>"Thou'rt not fearfo';"</|quote|>he said it in a | Rachael?" "No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home."<|quote|>"Thou'rt not fearfo';"</|quote|>he said it in a low voice, as they went | of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to cover herself with her shawl before going out into the wind and rain. "Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?" "No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home."<|quote|>"Thou'rt not fearfo';"</|quote|>he said it in a low voi... | thankful I stayed! 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it." As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to ... | been asleep, myself. 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of... | the bottles on it. Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She drew a mug into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of the two bottles she should choose. Finally, she laid her insensate grasp upo... | of rooms where it was, if he shut up drawers and closets where it stood, if he drew the curious from places where he knew it to be secreted, and got them out into the streets, the very chimneys of the mills assumed that shape, and round them was the printed word. The wind was blowing again, the rain was beating on the ... | yet come, wake, Rachael, wake! She thought of that, too. She looked at Rachael, and very slowly, very cautiously, poured out the contents. The draught was at her lips. A moment and she would be past all help, let the whole world wake and come about her with its utmost power. But in that moment Rachael started up with a... | Hard Times |
he said it in a low voice, as they went out at the door; | No speaker | I'm home." "Thou'rt not fearfo';"<|quote|>he said it in a low voice, as they went out at the door;</|quote|>"to leave me alone wi' | 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home." "Thou'rt not fearfo';"<|quote|>he said it in a low voice, as they went out at the door;</|quote|>"to leave me alone wi' her!" As she looked at | and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to cover herself with her shawl before going out into the wind and rain. "Thou'lt let me walk wi' thee at this hour, Rachael?" "No, Stephen. 'Tis but a minute, and I'm home." "Thou'rt not fearfo';"<|quote|>he said it in a low voice, as they went out a... | 'Tis done now, when I have put this on. There! And now she's quiet again. The few drops in the basin I'll pour away, for 'tis bad stuff to leave about, though ever so little of it." As she spoke, she drained the basin into the ashes of the fire, and broke the bottle on the hearth. She had nothing to do, then, but to co... | 'Tis near three. Hush! I hear the bells." The wind brought the sounds of the church clock to the window. They listened, and it struck three. Stephen looked at her, saw how pale she was, noted the disorder of her hair, and the red marks of fingers on her forehead, and felt assured that his senses of sight and hearing ha... | it. Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand. She drew a mug into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of the two bottles she should choose. Finally, she laid her insensate grasp upon the bottle th... | it was, if he shut up drawers and closets where it stood, if he drew the curious from places where he knew it to be secreted, and got them out into the streets, the very chimneys of the mills assumed that shape, and round them was the printed word. The wind was blowing again, the rain was beating on the house-tops, and... | into the bed, and sat for a while considering which of the two bottles she should choose. Finally, she laid her insensate grasp upon the bottle that had swift and certain death in it, and, before his eyes, pulled out the cork with her teeth. Dream or reality, he had no voice, nor had he power to stir. If this be real, ... | Hard Times |
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