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"Excuse my impertinent curiosity," | Mr. James Harthouse | said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?"<|quote|>"Excuse my impertinent curiosity,"</|quote|>pursued the stranger, fluttering over | I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?"<|quote|>"Excuse my impertinent curiosity,"</|quote|>pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a | Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour." "The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?"<|quote|>"... | I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. S... | moment, all but sitting on the table, and yet lazily bending over her, as if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matter far m... | appeared to have been taking a shower-bath of something fluffy, which I assume to be the raw material" Mrs. Sparsit inclined her head. "Raw material where Mr. Bounderby, the banker, might reside. Upon which, misled no doubt by the word Banker, he directed me to the Bank. Fact being, I presume, that Mr. Bounderby the Ba... | the time; weary of everything, and putting no more faith in anything than Lucifer. "I believe, sir," quoth Mrs. Sparsit, "you wished to see me." "I beg your pardon," he said, turning and removing his hat; "pray excuse me." "Humph!" thought Mrs. Sparsit, as she made a stately bend. "Five and thirty, good-looking, good f... | which I have the honour of offering this explanation?" "No, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "he does not." "Thank you. I had no intention of delivering my letter at the present moment, nor have I. But strolling on to the Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly w... | Hard Times |
pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, | No speaker | she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity,"<|quote|>pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air,</|quote|>"but you know the family, | sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity,"<|quote|>pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air,</|quote|>"but you know the family, and know the world. I | relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour." "The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity,"<... | pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my ... | on the table, and yet lazily bending over her, as if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matter far more sensible and humorou... | taking a shower-bath of something fluffy, which I assume to be the raw material" Mrs. Sparsit inclined her head. "Raw material where Mr. Bounderby, the banker, might reside. Upon which, misled no doubt by the word Banker, he directed me to the Bank. Fact being, I presume, that Mr. Bounderby the Banker does _not_ reside... | everything, and putting no more faith in anything than Lucifer. "I believe, sir," quoth Mrs. Sparsit, "you wished to see me." "I beg your pardon," he said, turning and removing his hat; "pray excuse me." "Humph!" thought Mrs. Sparsit, as she made a stately bend. "Five and thirty, good-looking, good figure, good teeth, ... | I have the honour of offering this explanation?" "No, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "he does not." "Thank you. I had no intention of delivering my letter at the present moment, nor have I. But strolling on to the Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved h... | Hard Times |
"but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see,... | Mr. James Harthouse | eyebrows, with a propitiatory air,<|quote|>"but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable... | stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air,<|quote|>"but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire ... | I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour." "The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a p... | such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! ... | acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matter far more sensible and humorous than it ever contained which was perhaps a shrewd devi... | raw material" Mrs. Sparsit inclined her head. "Raw material where Mr. Bounderby, the banker, might reside. Upon which, misled no doubt by the word Banker, he directed me to the Bank. Fact being, I presume, that Mr. Bounderby the Banker does _not_ reside in the edifice in which I have the honour of offering this explana... | sir," quoth Mrs. Sparsit, "you wished to see me." "I beg your pardon," he said, turning and removing his hat; "pray excuse me." "Humph!" thought Mrs. Sparsit, as she made a stately bend. "Five and thirty, good-looking, good figure, good teeth, good voice, good breeding, well-dressed, dark hair, bold eyes." All which Mr... | I am the bearer of a letter of introduction to Mr. Bounderby, the banker. Walking through this extraordinarily black town, while they were getting dinner ready at the hotel, I asked a fellow whom I met; one of the working people; who appeared to have been taking a shower-bath of something fluffy, which I assume to be t... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. | No speaker | now. Forty? Five and thirty?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright.</|quote|>"A chit," said she. "Not | anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright.</|quote|>"A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." | Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsi... | Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a p... | this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "... | I. But strolling on to the Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby ... | to be seated, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank you. Allow me." He placed a chair for her, but remained himself carelessly lounging against the table. "I left my servant at the railway looking after the luggage very heavy train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. W... | I accordingly venture, with all suitable apologies, to do." The inattention and indolence of his manner were sufficiently relieved, to Mrs. Sparsit's thinking, by a certain gallantry at ease, which offered her homage too. Here he was, for instance, at this moment, all but sitting on the table, and yet lazily bending ov... | Hard Times |
"A chit," | Mrs. Sparsit | thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright.<|quote|>"A chit,"</|quote|>said she. "Not twenty when | age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright.<|quote|>"A chit,"</|quote|>said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give | such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright.<|quote|>"... | "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed re... | I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. S... | to the Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ li... | said Mrs. Sparsit. "Thank you. Allow me." He placed a chair for her, but remained himself carelessly lounging against the table. "I left my servant at the railway looking after the luggage very heavy train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. Will you allow me to ... | "Thank you. I had no intention of delivering my letter at the present moment, nor have I. But strolling on to the Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered th... | Hard Times |
said she. | No speaker | Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit,"<|quote|>said she.</|quote|>"Not twenty when she was | Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit,"<|quote|>said she.</|quote|>"Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my | portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit,"<|quote... | impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, t... | had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit.... | Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Whi... | Sparsit. "Thank you. Allow me." He placed a chair for her, but remained himself carelessly lounging against the table. "I left my servant at the railway looking after the luggage very heavy train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. Will you allow me to ask you if... | I presume, that Mr. Bounderby the Banker does _not_ reside in the edifice in which I have the honour of offering this explanation?" "No, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "he does not." "Thank you. I had no intention of delivering my letter at the present moment, nor have I. But strolling on to the Bank to kill time, and ha... | Hard Times |
"Not twenty when she was married." | Mrs. Sparsit | outright. "A chit," said she.<|quote|>"Not twenty when she was married."</|quote|>"I give you my honour, | and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she.<|quote|>"Not twenty when she was married."</|quote|>"I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, | reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she.<|quote|>"Not twenty w... | pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning des... | pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my ... | kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I acc... | you. Allow me." He placed a chair for her, but remained himself carelessly lounging against the table. "I left my servant at the railway looking after the luggage very heavy train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. Will you allow me to ask you if it's _always_ a... | an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matter far more sensible and humorous than it ever contained which was perhaps a shrewd device of the fou... | Hard Times |
"I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," | Mr. James Harthouse | twenty when she was married."<|quote|>"I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler,"</|quote|>returned the stranger, detaching himself | "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married."<|quote|>"I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler,"</|quote|>returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I | desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married."<|quote|>"I give you ... | Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachab... | Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I hav... | fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I accordingly venture, with all suit... | chair for her, but remained himself carelessly lounging against the table. "I left my servant at the railway looking after the luggage very heavy train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. Will you allow me to ask you if it's _always_ as black as this?" "In genera... | this extraordinarily black town, while they were getting dinner ready at the hotel, I asked a fellow whom I met; one of the working people; who appeared to have been taking a shower-bath of something fluffy, which I assume to be the raw material" Mrs. Sparsit inclined her head. "Raw material where Mr. Bounderby, the ba... | Hard Times |
returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, | No speaker | you my honour, Mrs. Powler,"<|quote|>returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table,</|quote|>"that I never was so | she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler,"<|quote|>returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table,</|quote|>"that I never was so astonished in my life!" It | Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler,"<|quote|>returned the stranger, de... | you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by y... | confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I thi... | which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I accordingly venture, with all suitable apologies, to do." The inattention and... | lounging against the table. "I left my servant at the railway looking after the luggage very heavy train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. Will you allow me to ask you if it's _always_ as black as this?" "In general much blacker," returned Mrs. Sparsit, in her ... | sect, whosoever may have been that great man: "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, wit... | Hard Times |
"that I never was so astonished in my life!" | Mr. James Harthouse | detaching himself from the table,<|quote|>"that I never was so astonished in my life!"</|quote|>It really did seem to | Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table,<|quote|>"that I never was so astonished in my life!"</|quote|>It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost | meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table,<|quote|>"that I never was ... | I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You hav... | address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit... | bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I accordingly venture, with all suitable apologies, to do." The inattention and indolence of his manner were sufficiently reliev... | at the railway looking after the luggage very heavy train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. Will you allow me to ask you if it's _always_ as black as this?" "In general much blacker," returned Mrs. Sparsit, in her uncompromising way. "Is it possible! Excuse me:... | of offering this explanation?" "No, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "he does not." "Thank you. I had no intention of delivering my letter at the present moment, nor have I. But strolling on to the Bank to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slig... | Hard Times |
It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. | No speaker | so astonished in my life!"<|quote|>It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time.</|quote|>"I assure you, Mrs. Powler," | table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!"<|quote|>It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time.</|quote|>"I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then sai... | into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!"<|quote|>It really did seem to im... | have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As ... | "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour."... | appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I accordingly venture, with all suitable apologies, to do." The inattention and indolence of his manner were sufficiently relieved, to Mrs. Sparsit's thinking, by a certain gal... | train and vast quantity of it in the van and strolled on, looking about me. Exceedingly odd place. Will you allow me to ask you if it's _always_ as black as this?" "In general much blacker," returned Mrs. Sparsit, in her uncompromising way. "Is it possible! Excuse me: you are not a native, I think?" "No, sir," returned... | to kill time, and having the good fortune to observe at the window," towards which he languidly waved his hand, then slightly bowed, "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I ... | Hard Times |
"I assure you, Mrs. Powler," | Mr. James Harthouse | his mind all the time.<|quote|>"I assure you, Mrs. Powler,"</|quote|>he then said, much exhausted, | to have the surprise in his mind all the time.<|quote|>"I assure you, Mrs. Powler,"</|quote|>he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared | "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time.<|quote|>"I assure you, Mrs. Powler,"</|quote|>he then said, much... | meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so aston... | Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour." "The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the wor... | were sufficiently relieved, to Mrs. Sparsit's thinking, by a certain gallantry at ease, which offered her homage too. Here he was, for instance, at this moment, all but sitting on the table, and yet lazily bending over her, as if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, ar... | uncompromising way. "Is it possible! Excuse me: you are not a native, I think?" "No, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit. "It was once my good or ill fortune, as it may be before I became a widow to move in a very different sphere. My husband was a Powler." "Beg your pardon, really!" said the stranger. "Was ?" Mrs. Sparsit rep... | Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour." "The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse m... | Hard Times |
he then said, much exhausted, | No speaker | "I assure you, Mrs. Powler,"<|quote|>he then said, much exhausted,</|quote|>"that the father's manner prepared | his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler,"<|quote|>he then said, much exhausted,</|quote|>"that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and | astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler,"<|quote|>he then said, much exhausted,</|quote|>"that the... | You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really d... | "he had that honour." "The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and ma... | Sparsit's thinking, by a certain gallantry at ease, which offered her homage too. Here he was, for instance, at this moment, all but sitting on the table, and yet lazily bending over her, as if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially ... | Excuse me: you are not a native, I think?" "No, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit. "It was once my good or ill fortune, as it may be before I became a widow to move in a very different sphere. My husband was a Powler." "Beg your pardon, really!" said the stranger. "Was ?" Mrs. Sparsit repeated, "A Powler." "Powler Family," s... | the hotel, I asked a fellow whom I met; one of the working people; who appeared to have been taking a shower-bath of something fluffy, which I assume to be the raw material" Mrs. Sparsit inclined her head. "Raw material where Mr. Bounderby, the banker, might reside. Upon which, misled no doubt by the word Banker, he di... | Hard Times |
"that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" | Mr. James Harthouse | he then said, much exhausted,<|quote|>"that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!"</|quote|>He bowed himself out; and | "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted,<|quote|>"that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!"</|quote|>He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the | really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted,<|quote|>"that the father's manner prepared me for a g... | my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to... | lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them... | gallantry at ease, which offered her homage too. Here he was, for instance, at this moment, all but sitting on the table, and yet lazily bending over her, as if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whos... | a native, I think?" "No, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit. "It was once my good or ill fortune, as it may be before I became a widow to move in a very different sphere. My husband was a Powler." "Beg your pardon, really!" said the stranger. "Was ?" Mrs. Sparsit repeated, "A Powler." "Powler Family," said the stranger, after... | were sufficiently relieved, to Mrs. Sparsit's thinking, by a certain gallantry at ease, which offered her homage too. Here he was, for instance, at this moment, all but sitting on the table, and yet lazily bending over her, as if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, ar... | Hard Times |
He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. | No speaker | intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!"<|quote|>He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town.</|quote|>"What do you think of | a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!"<|quote|>He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town.</|quote|>"What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked | in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!"<|quote|>He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Spars... | stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. ... | the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meani... | in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matter far more sensible and humorous than it ever contained which was perhaps a shrewd device of the founder of this n... | husband was a Powler." "Beg your pardon, really!" said the stranger. "Was ?" Mrs. Sparsit repeated, "A Powler." "Powler Family," said the stranger, after reflecting a few moments. Mrs. Sparsit signified assent. The stranger seemed a little more fatigued than before. "You must be very much bored here?" was the inference... | confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I thi... | Hard Times |
"What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" | Mrs. Sparsit | observed of all the town.<|quote|>"What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?"</|quote|>she asked the light porter, | shady side of the way, observed of all the town.<|quote|>"What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?"</|quote|>she asked the light porter, when he came to take | obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town.<|quote|>"What do you think of the gentlem... | being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so ab... | her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A ch... | likewise; suggesting matter far more sensible and humorous than it ever contained which was perhaps a shrewd device of the founder of this numerous sect, whosoever may have been that great man: "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of... | signified assent. The stranger seemed a little more fatigued than before. "You must be very much bored here?" was the inference he drew from the communication. "I am the servant of circumstances, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I have long adapted myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned ... | over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely un... | Hard Times |
she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. | No speaker | think of the gentleman, Bitzer?"<|quote|>she asked the light porter, when he came to take away.</|quote|>"Spends a deal of money | the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?"<|quote|>she asked the light porter, when he came to take away.</|quote|>"Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It | so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?"<|quote|>she asked the light porter, when ... | full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many t... | have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I gi... | than it ever contained which was perhaps a shrewd device of the founder of this numerous sect, whosoever may have been that great man: "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, inti... | fatigued than before. "You must be very much bored here?" was the inference he drew from the communication. "I am the servant of circumstances, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I have long adapted myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and"... | may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks... | Hard Times |
"Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." | Bitzer | he came to take away.<|quote|>"Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am."</|quote|>"It must be admitted," said | asked the light porter, when he came to take away.<|quote|>"Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am."</|quote|>"It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very | day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away.<|quote|>"Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am... | surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Spar... | and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from... | the founder of this numerous sect, whosoever may have been that great man: "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave... | the inference he drew from the communication. "I am the servant of circumstances, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I have long adapted myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the senten... | am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming?... | Hard Times |
"It must be admitted," | Mrs. Sparsit | money on his dress, ma'am."<|quote|>"It must be admitted,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's | away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am."<|quote|>"It must be admitted,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned | in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am."<|quote|>"It must be admitted,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,... | you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him la... | you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my lif... | been that great man: "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and d... | the servant of circumstances, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I have long adapted myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May ... | "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matter far more sensible and humorous than it ever contained which was perhaps a shrewd device of the founder of this numerous sect, whosoever may have been that... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | ma'am." "It must be admitted,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"that it's very tasteful." "Yes, | of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's | saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"that it's very tastef... | then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the str... | have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did s... | "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Th... | sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I have long adapted myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," s... | have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Spa... | Hard Times |
"that it's very tasteful." | Mrs. Sparsit | be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that it's very tasteful."</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if | his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that it's very tasteful."</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides | down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that it's very tasteful."</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am," r... | exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady... | into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress hi... | observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," s... | Sparsit, "and I have long adapted myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit... | know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you th... | Hard Times |
"Yes, ma'am," | Bitzer | Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, "if that's worth | must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," | the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful."<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, "if... | manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of ... | As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost exten... | here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of c... | long adapted myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indeb... | have been that great man: "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues ... | Hard Times |
returned Bitzer, | No speaker | it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer,</|quote|>"if that's worth the money." | admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer,</|quote|>"if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, | side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer,</|quote|>"if that's wo... | me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "W... | age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of h... | is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course yo... | myself to the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the f... | lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I accordingly venture, with all suitable apologies, to do." The inattention and indolence of his manner were sufficiently relieved, to Mrs... | Hard Times |
"if that's worth the money." | Bitzer | tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer,<|quote|>"if that's worth the money."</|quote|>"Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, | Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer,<|quote|>"if that's worth the money."</|quote|>"Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the | the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer,<|quote|>"if that's worth the money."</... | a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do ... | Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacit... | from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know... | the governing power of my life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" ... | needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compres... | Hard Times |
"Besides which, ma'am," | Bitzer | "if that's worth the money."<|quote|>"Besides which, ma'am,"</|quote|>resumed Bitzer, while he was | tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money."<|quote|>"Besides which, ma'am,"</|quote|>resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, "he looks | the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money."<|quote|>"Besides which, ma'am,"</|... | I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman,... | Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looke... | place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, ... | life." "Very philosophical," returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stra... | she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirty?" Mrs. Sparsit laughed outright. "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," re... | Hard Times |
resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, | No speaker | the money." "Besides which, ma'am,"<|quote|>resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table,</|quote|>"he looks to me as | returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am,"<|quote|>resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table,</|quote|>"he looks to me as if he gamed." "It's immoral | do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am,"<|quote|>resumed Bitzer, wh... | to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she... | "A chit," said she. "Not twenty when she was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for ful... | I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. S... | returned the stranger, "and very exemplary and laudable, and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you fo... | lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? I see, by your meaning smile, you think not. You have poured balm into my anxious soul. As to age, now. Forty? Five and thirt... | Hard Times |
"he looks to me as if he gamed." | Bitzer | he was polishing the table,<|quote|>"he looks to me as if he gamed."</|quote|>"It's immoral to game," said | which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table,<|quote|>"he looks to me as if he gamed."</|quote|>"It's immoral to game," said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am," | asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table,<|quote|>"he looks to... | absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to ... | was married." "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to ... | London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towa... | and" It seemed to be scarcely worth his while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you for reminding me. I am the bearer of a letter of introducti... | whosoever may have been that great man: "therefore I may observe that my letter here it is is from the member for this place Gradgrind whom I have had the pleasure of knowing in London." Mrs. Sparsit recognized the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all ... | Hard Times |
"It's immoral to game," | Mrs. Sparsit | me as if he gamed."<|quote|>"It's immoral to game,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, | the table, "he looks to me as if he gamed."<|quote|>"It's immoral to game,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am," said Bitzer, "because the | take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, "he looks to me as if he gamed."<|quote|>"It's immoral to ga... | thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ... | Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time... | such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! ... | while to finish the sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you for reminding me. I am the bearer of a letter of introduction to Mr. Bounderby, the banker. Walking... | if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matter far more sensible and humorous than it ever contained which was perhaps a shrew... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | gamed." "It's immoral to game,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"It's ridiculous, ma'am," said Bitzer, | to me as if he gamed." "It's immoral to game,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"It's ridiculous, ma'am," said Bitzer, "because the chances are against | deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, "he looks to me as if he gamed." "It's immoral to game,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsi... | bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be ad... | detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," h... | unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind... | sentence, so he played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you for reminding me. I am the bearer of a letter of introduction to Mr. Bounderby, the banker. Walking through this extrao... | give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise... | Hard Times |
"It's ridiculous, ma'am," | Bitzer | to game," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"It's ridiculous, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, "because the chances | if he gamed." "It's immoral to game," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"It's ridiculous, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, "because the chances are against the players." Whether | on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, "he looks to me as if he gamed." "It's immoral to game," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"It's ridic... | and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. ... | the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhau... | Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," s... | played with his watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you for reminding me. I am the bearer of a letter of introduction to Mr. Bounderby, the banker. Walking through this extraordinarily black ... | the hand, intimated that such confirmation was quite unnecessary, and gave Mr. Bounderby's address, with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten yea... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer, | No speaker | Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer,</|quote|>"because the chances are against | "It's immoral to game," said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bitzer,</|quote|>"because the chances are against the players." Whether it was | ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, "he looks to me as if he gamed." "It's immoral to game," said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am,"<|quote|... | hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it'... | I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the f... | with all needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenl... | watch-chain wearily. "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you for reminding me. I am the bearer of a letter of introduction to Mr. Bounderby, the banker. Walking through this extraordinarily black town, while they... | course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour." "The lady is quite a philosopher, I am to... | Hard Times |
"because the chances are against the players." | Bitzer | "It's ridiculous, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"because the chances are against the players."</|quote|>Whether it was that the | to game," said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote|>"because the chances are against the players."</|quote|>Whether it was that the heat prevented Mrs. Sparsit from | must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, "he looks to me as if he gamed." "It's immoral to game," said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am," said Bitzer,<|quote... | the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tas... | was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's ... | needful clues and directions in aid. "Thousand thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compres... | "May I be permitted to ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you for reminding me. I am the bearer of a letter of introduction to Mr. Bounderby, the banker. Walking through this extraordinarily black town, while they were getting dinner ... | "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that... | Hard Times |
Whether it was that the heat prevented Mrs. Sparsit from working, or whether it was that her hand was out, she did no work that night. She sat at the window, when the sun began to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from it, when darkness seemed to rise slowly out... | No speaker | chances are against the players."<|quote|>Whether it was that the heat prevented Mrs. Sparsit from working, or whether it was that her hand was out, she did no work that night. She sat at the window, when the sun began to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from i... | ma'am," said Bitzer, "because the chances are against the players."<|quote|>Whether it was that the heat prevented Mrs. Sparsit from working, or whether it was that her hand was out, she did no work that night. She sat at the window, when the sun began to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning... | it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides which, ma'am," resumed Bitzer, while he was polishing the table, "he looks to me as if he gamed." "It's immoral to game," said Mrs. Sparsit. "It's ridiculous, ma'am," said Bitzer, "because the chances are against the players."<|qu... | the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if th... | really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and ... | thanks," said the stranger. "Of course you know the Banker well?" "Yes, sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit. "In my dependent relation towards him, I have known him ten years." "Quite an eternity! I think he married Gradgrind's daughter?" "Yes," said Mrs. Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, "he had that honour." "The lady... | said Mrs. Sparsit, "to what I am indebted for the favour of" "Assuredly," said the stranger. "Much obliged to you for reminding me. I am the bearer of a letter of introduction to Mr. Bounderby, the banker. Walking through this extraordinarily black town, while they were getting dinner ready at the hotel, I asked a fell... | at this moment, all but sitting on the table, and yet lazily bending over her, as if he acknowledged an attraction in her that made her charming in her way. "Banks, I know, are always suspicious, and officially must be," said the stranger, whose lightness and smoothness of speech were pleasant likewise; suggesting matt... | Hard Times |
"O, you Fool!" | Mrs. Sparsit | if they needed ironing out-up-stairs.<|quote|>"O, you Fool!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, when she | time creased with meditation, as if they needed ironing out-up-stairs.<|quote|>"O, you Fool!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, when she was alone at her supper. | when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters. Not until the light porter announced that her nocturnal sweetbread was ready, did Mrs. Sparsit arouse herself from her reverie, and convey her dense black eyebrows by that time creased with meditation, as if they needed ironing out-up-stairs.<|quote... | candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking much of the sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the ... | said Bitzer, "because the chances are against the players." Whether it was that the heat prevented Mrs. Sparsit from working, or whether it was that her hand was out, she did no work that night. She sat at the window, when the sun began to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the c... | I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the f... | "a lady of a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I accordingly venture, with all suitable apologies, to do." The inattention and indolence of his manner were sufficiently relieved, to ... | lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?" "Indeed, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "_Is_ she?" "Excuse my impertinent curiosity," pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit's eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, "but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, when she was alone at her supper. Whom she meant, she did not say; but she could scarcely have meant the sweetbread. CHAPTER II MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE THE Gradgrind party wanted assistance in cutting the throats of the Graces. They went about recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopeful... | No speaker | ironing out-up-stairs. "O, you Fool!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, when she was alone at her supper. Whom she meant, she did not say; but she could scarcely have meant the sweetbread. CHAPTER II MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE THE Gradgrind party wanted assistance in cutting the throats of the Graces. They went about recruiting; and... | meditation, as if they needed ironing out-up-stairs. "O, you Fool!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, when she was alone at her supper. Whom she meant, she did not say; but she could scarcely have meant the sweetbread. CHAPTER II MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE THE Gradgrind party wanted assistance in cutting the throats of the Graces. T... | their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters. Not until the light porter announced that her nocturnal sweetbread was ready, did Mrs. Sparsit arouse herself from her reverie, and convey her dense black eyebrows by that time creased with meditation, as if they needed ironing out-up-stairs. "O, you Fool!"<|qu... | room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking much of the sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of... | the chances are against the players." Whether it was that the heat prevented Mrs. Sparsit from working, or whether it was that her hand was out, she did no work that night. She sat at the window, when the sun began to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from it, w... | so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's mann... | a very superior and agreeable appearance, I considered that I could not do better than take the liberty of asking that lady where Mr. Bounderby the Banker _does_ live. Which I accordingly venture, with all suitable apologies, to do." The inattention and indolence of his manner were sufficiently relieved, to Mrs. Sparsi... | "I give you my honour, Mrs. Powler," returned the stranger, detaching himself from the table, "that I never was so astonished in my life!" It really did seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surpr... | Hard Times |
"Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." | _unknowable | member fraternally said one day,<|quote|>"Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics."</|quote|>Jem, rather taken by the | whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day,<|quote|>"Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics."</|quote|>Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and | had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bored everywhere. To whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day,<|quote|>"Jem, there's a good openi... | cow, that it became impatient of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the tr... | view of a railway accident, in which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most liberal managers ever heard of, assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which t... | her supper. Whom she meant, she did not say; but she could scarcely have meant the sweetbread. CHAPTER II MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE THE Gradgrind party wanted assistance in cutting the throats of the Graces. They went about recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopefully, than among the fine gentlemen who, ha... | seem to impress him, to the utmost extent of his capacity of being impressed. He looked at his informant for full a quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony matur... | of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters. Not until the light porter announced that her nocturnal sweetbread was ready, did Mrs. Sparsit arouse hers... | Hard Times |
Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, | No speaker | don't go in for statistics."<|quote|>Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said,</|quote|>"If y... | want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics."<|quote|>Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, a... | Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bored everywhere. To whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day, "Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics."<|quote|>Jem, rather taken by ... | Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yach... | assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole system would have been positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered arti... | THE Gradgrind party wanted assistance in cutting the throats of the Graces. They went about recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopefully, than among the fine gentlemen who, having found out everything to be worth nothing, were equally ready for anything? Moreover, the healthy spirits who had mounted ... | quarter of a minute, and appeared to have the surprise in his mind all the time. "I assure you, Mrs. Powler," he then said, much exhausted, "that the father's manner prepared me for a grim and stony maturity. I am obliged to you, of all things, for correcting so absurd a mistake. Pray excuse my intrusion. Many thanks. ... | when the colour faded from it, when darkness seemed to rise slowly out of the ground, and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking muc... | Hard Times |
"If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." | _unknowable | hard Fact fellows, and said,<|quote|>"If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man."</|quote|>After a few dashes in | put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said,<|quote|>"If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man."</|quote|>After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. | the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said,<|quote|>"If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can ... | there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bored everywhere. To whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day, "Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very... | widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which has a delicate sense of humour) by putting the cap on the cow, that it became impatient of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still bette... | were attractive to many of the Gradgrind school. They liked fine gentlemen; they pretended that they did not, but they did. They became exhausted in imitation of them; and they yaw-yawed in their speech like them; and they served out, with an enervated air, the little mouldy rations of political economy, on which they ... | my intrusion. Many thanks. Good day!" He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of m... | of political economy, on which they regaled their disciples. There never before was seen on earth such a wonderful hybrid race as was thus produced. Among the fine gentlemen not regularly belonging to the Gradgrind school, there was one of a good family and a better appearance, with a happy turn of humour which had tol... | Hard Times |
After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribe... | No speaker | Jem, for he's your man."<|quote|>After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby ... | speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man."<|quote|>After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs.... | coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man."<|quote|>After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgr... | among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about ... | of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abr... | they yaw-yawed in their speech like them; and they served out, with an enervated air, the little mouldy rations of political economy, on which they regaled their disciples. There never before was seen on earth such a wonderful hybrid race as was thus produced. Among the fine gentlemen not regularly belonging to the Gra... | the way, observed of all the town. "What do you think of the gentleman, Bitzer?" she asked the light porter, when he came to take away. "Spends a deal of money on his dress, ma'am." "It must be admitted," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that it's very tasteful." "Yes, ma'am," returned Bitzer, "if that's worth the money." "Besides ... | be worth nothing, were equally ready for anything? Moreover, the healthy spirits who had mounted to this sublime height were attractive to many of the Gradgrind school. They liked fine gentlemen; they pretended that they did not, but they did. They became exhausted in imitation of them; and they yaw-yawed in their spee... | Hard Times |
"My name, sir," | Josiah Bounderby | "go in" for something else.<|quote|>"My name, sir,"</|quote|>said his visitor, "is Josiah | he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else.<|quote|>"My name, sir,"</|quote|>said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James | the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else.<|quote|>"My name, sir,"</|quote|>said his v... | send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour o... | idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good sp... | the whole in action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole system would have been positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so... | the sun began to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from it, when darkness seemed to rise slowly out of the ground, and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle i... | bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bored everywhere. To whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day, "Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics.... | Hard Times |
said his visitor, | No speaker | something else. "My name, sir,"<|quote|>said his visitor,</|quote|>"is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." | half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir,"<|quote|>said his visitor,</|quote|>"is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very | this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir,"<|quote|>said his visitor,</|quote|>"is Jos... | to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt ... | hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look afte... | action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole system would have been positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the ... | to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from it, when darkness seemed to rise slowly out of the ground, and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle in the room, Mr... | railway accident, in which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most liberal managers ever heard of, assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excelle... | Hard Times |
"is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." | Josiah Bounderby | name, sir," said his visitor,<|quote|>"is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown."</|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse was very | in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor,<|quote|>"is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown."</|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely | Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor,<|quote|>"is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown.... | become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch... | a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother... | best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole system would have been positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which h... | the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from it, when darkness seemed to rise slowly out of the ground, and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat ... | found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bored everywhere. To whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day, "Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for ... | Hard Times |
Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. | No speaker | "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown."<|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected.</|quote|>"Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately | name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown."<|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected.</|quote|>"Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not | Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown."<|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse was very h... | the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's... | to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man... | killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole system would have been positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which has a delicate sense of humour) b... | when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from it, when darkness seemed to rise slowly out of the ground, and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her ha... | yachting about the world, and got bored everywhere. To whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day, "Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, wa... | Hard Times |
"Coketown, sir," | Josiah Bounderby | pleasure he had long expected.<|quote|>"Coketown, sir,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, obstinately taking a | looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected.<|quote|>"Coketown, sir,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind | window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected.<|quote|>"Coketown, sir,"</|... | hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of ... | or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approve... | positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which has a delicate sense of humour) by putting the cap on the cow, that it became impatient of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the ... | the ground, and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking much of the sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the... | the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish goo... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, | No speaker | had long expected. "Coketown, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair,</|quote|>"is not the kind of | to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair,</|quote|>"is not the kind of place you have been accustomed | a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderb... | "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state o... | and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem... | Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which has a delicate sense of humour) by putting the cap on the cow, that it became impatient of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers... | and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking much of the sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of... | ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole system would have been positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which has a delic... | Hard Times |
"is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further." | Josiah Bounderby | Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair,<|quote|>"is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. | long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair,<|quote|>"is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse would be charmed.... | that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair,<|quote|>"i... | to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-dispose... | among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send... | and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which has a delicate sense of humour) by putting the cap on the cow, that it became impatient of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this ge... | the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky. Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking much of the sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of... | of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abr... | Hard Times |
Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. | No speaker | before we go any further."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse would be charmed.</|quote|>"Don't be too sure of | tell you something about it before we go any further."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse would be charmed.</|quote|>"Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't | long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse would be charmed.</|quote|... | out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," sai... | in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderb... | to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore;... | sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters. Not until the light porter announced that her nocturnal sweetbread was rea... | school, there was one of a good family and a better appearance, with a happy turn of humour which had told immensely with the House of Commons on the occasion of his entertaining it with his (and the Board of Directors) view of a railway accident, in which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most libe... | Hard Times |
"Don't be too sure of that," | Josiah Bounderby | Mr. Harthouse would be charmed.<|quote|>"Don't be too sure of that,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "I don't promise | before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed.<|quote|>"Don't be too sure of that,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you | Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed.<|quote|>"Don't be too sure of that,"</|quote|>said Bo... | state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstina... | Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketow... | brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jeru... | of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters. Not until the light porter announced that her nocturnal sweetbread was ready, did Mrs. Sparsit arouse hers... | or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approve... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby. | No speaker | be too sure of that,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"I don't promise it. First | Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"I don't promise it. First of all, you see our | not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"I don't promise it. First of all,... | he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kin... | political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James... | and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had ... | the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters. Not until the light porter announced that her nocturnal sweetbread was ready, did Mrs. Sparsit arouse herself from her reverie, and conv... | blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sag... | Hard Times |
"I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear... | Josiah Bounderby | sure of that," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of ... | be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not goi... | kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smok... | already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind of pl... | approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esqu... | Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yach... | of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters. Not until the light porter announced that her nocturnal sweetbread was ready, did Mrs. Sparsit arouse herself from her reverie, and convey her dense ... | on the occasion of his entertaining it with his (and the Board of Directors) view of a railway accident, in which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most liberal managers ever heard of, assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in action on the best line ever constructed,... | Hard Times |
By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, | No speaker | in Great Britain and Ireland."<|quote|>By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined,</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, I assure you | for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland."<|quote|>By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined,</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely | particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland."<|quote|>By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse... | you something about it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of thos... | the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have... | "Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; ... | her supper. Whom she meant, she did not say; but she could scarcely have meant the sweetbread. CHAPTER II MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE THE Gradgrind party wanted assistance in cutting the throats of the Graces. They went about recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopefully, than among the fine gentlemen who, ha... | killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole system would have been positively incomplete. Among the slain was a cow, and among the scattered articles unowned, a widow's cap. And the honourable member had so tickled the House (which has a delicate sense of humour) b... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." | Mr. James Harthouse | fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined,<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction."</|quote|>"I am glad to hear | of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined,<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction."</|quote|>"I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you | us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined,<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and com... | be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to we... | in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, ob... | want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said,... | scarcely have meant the sweetbread. CHAPTER II MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE THE Gradgrind party wanted assistance in cutting the throats of the Graces. They went about recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopefully, than among the fine gentlemen who, having found out everything to be worth nothing, were equally... | to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-dispose... | Hard Times |
"I am glad to hear it," | Josiah Bounderby | way of thinking. On conviction."<|quote|>"I am glad to hear it,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "Now, you have | entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction."<|quote|>"I am glad to hear it,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk | our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction."<|quote|>"I am glad to hear it,"</|qu... | you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbuggin... | else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if ... | the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish goo... | the throats of the Graces. They went about recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopefully, than among the fine gentlemen who, having found out everything to be worth nothing, were equally ready for anything? Moreover, the healthy spirits who had mounted to this sublime height were attractive to many of... | two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved o... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby. | No speaker | am glad to hear it,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Now, you have heard a | of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the | we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Now, you h... | and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain an... | visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether yo... | for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my bro... | went about recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopefully, than among the fine gentlemen who, having found out everything to be worth nothing, were equally ready for anything? Moreover, the healthy spirits who had mounted to this sublime height were attractive to many of the Gradgrind school. They like... | So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way,... | Hard Times |
"Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Tu... | Josiah Bounderby | to hear it," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mil... | On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, ... | 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Now, you have heard a lot o... | to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland.... | Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expected. "Coketown, sir," said Bounderby, obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not... | change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother J... | recruiting; and where could they enlist recruits more hopefully, than among the fine gentlemen who, having found out everything to be worth nothing, were equally ready for anything? Moreover, the healthy spirits who had mounted to this sublime height were attractive to many of the Gradgrind school. They liked fine gent... | and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." | Mr. James Harthouse | we're not a-going to do."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right."</|quote|>"Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to | carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right."</|quote|>"Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a | the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right."</|qu... | Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work th... | Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We... | in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderb... | speech like them; and they served out, with an enervated air, the little mouldy rations of political economy, on which they regaled their disciples. There never before was seen on earth such a wonderful hybrid race as was thus produced. Among the fine gentlemen not regularly belonging to the Gradgrind school, there was... | the world, and got bored everywhere. To whom this honourable and jocular, member fraternally said one day, "Jem, there's a good opening among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "... | Hard Times |
"Lastly," | Josiah Bounderby | do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right."<|quote|>"Lastly,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "as to our | Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right."<|quote|>"Lastly,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand | to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right."<|quote|>"Lastly,"</|quote|>... | Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest... | charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear ... | way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Co... | they served out, with an enervated air, the little mouldy rations of political economy, on which they regaled their disciples. There never before was seen on earth such a wonderful hybrid race as was thus produced. Among the fine gentlemen not regularly belonging to the Gradgrind school, there was one of a good family ... | there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. Jame... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"as to our Hands. There's | we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this | you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly,"<|quote|>said Bounder... | I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there... | "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the botto... | Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketow... | served out, with an enervated air, the little mouldy rations of political economy, on which they regaled their disciples. There never before was seen on earth such a wonderful hybrid race as was thus produced. Among the fine gentlemen not regularly belonging to the Gradgrind school, there was one of a good family and a... | in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." Afte... | Hard Times |
"as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." | Josiah Bounderby | perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison wi... | a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be f... | the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"as to... | you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and ... | too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our ... | and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially t... | with an enervated air, the little mouldy rations of political economy, on which they regaled their disciples. There never before was seen on earth such a wonderful hybrid race as was thus produced. Among the fine gentlemen not regularly belonging to the Gradgrind school, there was one of a good family and a better appe... | to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to introduce James Harthouse, Esquire. Thomas Gradgrind." Within an hour of the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hote... | Hard Times |
Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question. | No speaker | now you know the place."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question.</|quote|>"Why, you see," replied Mr. | with a gold spoon. And now you know the place."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question.</|quote|>"Why, you see," replied Mr. Bounderby, "it suits my disposition | or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed a... | the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one u... | boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. ... | the receipt of this dispatch and Mr. James Harthouse's card, Mr. Bounderby put on his hat and went down to the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josia... | immensely with the House of Commons on the occasion of his entertaining it with his (and the Board of Directors) view of a railway accident, in which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most liberal managers ever heard of, assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in actio... | council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in the neighbourhood. Hence the letter Jem had last night shown to Mrs. Sparsit, which Mr. Bounderby now held in his hand; superscribed, "Josiah Bounderby, Esquire, Banker, Coketown. Specially to intr... | Hard Times |
"Why, you see," | Josiah Bounderby | of the whole Coketown question.<|quote|>"Why, you see,"</|quote|>replied Mr. Bounderby, "it suits | refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question.<|quote|>"Why, you see,"</|quote|>replied Mr. Bounderby, "it suits my disposition to have a | with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question.<|quote|>"Why, you see,"</|quote|>rep... | on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going n... | By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fac... | the Hotel. There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have... | view of a railway accident, in which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most liberal managers ever heard of, assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which t... | We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On convictio... | Hard Times |
replied Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | Coketown question. "Why, you see,"<|quote|>replied Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"it suits my disposition to | condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question. "Why, you see,"<|quote|>replied Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"it suits my disposition to have a full understanding with | spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question. "Why, you see,"<|quote|>replied Mr. Bounderby,</... | Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever... | "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to... | he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he ha... | railway accident, in which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most liberal managers ever heard of, assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excelle... | it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to con... | Hard Times |
"it suits my disposition to have a full understanding with a man, particularly with a public man, when I make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter o... | Josiah Bounderby | you see," replied Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"it suits my disposition to have a full understanding with a man, particularly with a public man, when I make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor abili... | the whole Coketown question. "Why, you see," replied Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"it suits my disposition to have a full understanding with a man, particularly with a public man, when I make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall resp... | not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question. "Why, you see," replied Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"it suits my disposit... | a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on tu... | the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the... | James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure he had long expect... | which the most careful officers ever known, employed by the most liberal managers ever heard of, assisted by the finest mechanical contrivances ever devised, the whole in action on the best line ever constructed, had killed five people and wounded thirty-two, by a casualty without which the excellence of the whole syst... | charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear ... | Hard Times |
If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. | No speaker | of tag, rag, and bobtail."<|quote|>If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him.</|quote|>"So now," said Bounderby, "we | riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail."<|quote|>If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him.</|quote|>"So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal | of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail."<|quote|>If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bou... | Mr. Bounderby, "it suits my disposition to have a full understanding with a man, particularly with a public man, when I make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradg... | we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be... | before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consum... | impatient of any serious reference to the Coroner's Inquest, and brought the railway off with Cheers and Laughter. Now, this gentleman had a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English mi... | obstinately taking a chair, "is not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it... | Hard Times |
"So now," | Josiah Bounderby | Or, so he told him.<|quote|>"So now,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "we may shake | have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him.<|quote|>"So now,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal terms. I | by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him.<|quote|>"So now,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "we may shake hands... | his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man ... | town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degr... | First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all... | a younger brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, an... | not the kind of place you have been accustomed to. Therefore, if you will allow me or whether you will or not, for I am a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smok... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | he told him. "So now,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"we may shake hands on | this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal | for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"we may shake hands on equal ter... | I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a ... | man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instruct... | all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humb... | brother of still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bore... | a plain man I'll tell you something about it before we go any further." Mr. Harthouse would be charmed. "Don't be too sure of that," said Bounderby. "I don't promise it. First of all, you see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. ... | Hard Times |
"we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you fi... | Josiah Bounderby | him. "So now," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a pro... | circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asse... | moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equa... | only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of ... | or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refre... | see our smoke. That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging se... | still better appearance than himself, who had tried life as a Cornet of Dragoons, and found it a bore; and had afterwards tried it in the train of an English minister abroad, and found it a bore; and had then strolled to Jerusalem, and got bored there; and had then gone yachting about the world, and got bored everywher... | There he found Mr. James Harthouse looking out of window, in a state of mind so disconsolate, that he was already half-disposed to "go in" for something else. "My name, sir," said his visitor, "is Josiah Bounderby, of Coketown." Mr. James Harthouse was very happy indeed (though he scarcely looked so) to have a pleasure... | Hard Times |
The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. | No speaker | I hope you're pretty well."<|quote|>The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour.</|quote|>"Perhaps you know," said he, | do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well."<|quote|>The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour.</|quote|>"Perhaps you know," said he, "or perhaps you don't know, | I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well."<|quote|>The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, fo... | anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any ... | Bounderby, "it suits my disposition to have a full understanding with a man, particularly with a public man, when I make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind... | to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's ... | among the hard Fact fellows, and they want men. I wonder you don't go in for statistics." Jem, rather taken by the novelty of the idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about ... | with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question. "Why, you see," replied Mr. Bounderb... | Hard Times |
"Perhaps you know," | Josiah Bounderby | received the answer with favour.<|quote|>"Perhaps you know,"</|quote|>said he, "or perhaps you | air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour.<|quote|>"Perhaps you know,"</|quote|>said he, "or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom | are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour.<|quote|>"Perhaps you know,"</|quot... | "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you fi... | only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of ... | am glad to hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mil... | idea, and very hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good sp... | man, particularly with a public man, when I make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yo... | Hard Times |
said he, | No speaker | with favour. "Perhaps you know,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"or perhaps you don't know, | Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. | asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"or ... | hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, a... | more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff... | hear it," said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselv... | hard up for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look afte... | make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a... | Hard Times |
"or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." | Josiah Bounderby | "Perhaps you know," said he,<|quote|>"or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter."</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you | received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know," said he,<|quote|>"or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter."</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my deare... | independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know," said he,<|quote|>"or perhaps you don't kno... | equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope... | say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a ... | said Bounderby. "Now, you have heard a lot of talk about the work in our mills, no doubt. You have? Very good. I'll state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless... | for a change, was as ready to "go in" for statistics as for anything else. So, he went in. He coached himself up with a blue-book or two; and his brother put it about among the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my bro... | refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question. "Why, you see," replied Mr. Bounderby, "it suits my disposition to have a full understanding with a man, particularly with a public man, when I make his acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the ... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Bounderby," | Mr. James Harthouse | you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Jem, "you anticipate my | shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes." They went out | air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know," said he, "or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>sai... | as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favo... | of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby... | is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in t... | the hard Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him d... | state the fact of it to you. It's the pleasantest work there is, and it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastl... | Hard Times |
said Jem, | No speaker | Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Jem,</|quote|>"you anticipate my dearest wishes." | glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Jem,</|quote|>"you anticipate my dearest wishes." They went out without further | Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know," said he, "or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Jem,</|quote|>... | are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Pe... | Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may s... | it's the lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town... | Fact fellows, and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Co... | is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place." Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown quest... | Hard Times |
"you anticipate my dearest wishes." | Mr. James Harthouse | daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem,<|quote|>"you anticipate my dearest wishes."</|quote|>They went out without further | introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem,<|quote|>"you anticipate my dearest wishes."</|quote|>They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted | Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know," said he, "or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem,<|quote|>"you anticipate my dear... | am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps y... | deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands... | lightest work there is, and it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, ma... | and said, "If you want to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to bec... | That's meat and drink to us. It's the healthiest thing in the world in all respects, and particularly for the lungs. If you are one of those who want us to consume it, I differ from you. We are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Grea... | Hard Times |
They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the private red brick dwelling, with the black outside shutters, the green inside blinds, and the black street door up the two white steps. In the drawing-room of which mansion, there presentl... | No speaker | "you anticipate my dearest wishes."<|quote|>They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the private red brick dwelling, with the black outside shutters, the green inside blinds, and the black street door up the two white steps. In the d... | daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes."<|quote|>They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the private red brick dwelling, with the black outside shutters, the green inside blinds, and the black street... | favour. "Perhaps you know," said he, "or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes."<|quote|>They went out without ... | you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you know," said he, "... | a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal term... | it's the best-paid work there is. More than that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has ... | to bring in, for any place, a handsome dog who can make you a devilish good speech, look after my brother Jem, for he's your man." After a few dashes in the public meeting way, Mr. Gradgrind and a council of political sages approved of Jem, and it was resolved to send him down to Coketown, to become known there and in ... | which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exal... | Hard Times |
"This, sir," | Josiah Bounderby | one another, and well matched.<|quote|>"This, sir,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "is my wife, | and they were worthy of one another, and well matched.<|quote|>"This, sir,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest | there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. Bounderby, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched.<|quote|>"T... | for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, th... | humility from which she shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genuine expression. Utterly... | you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour.... | are not going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction."... | than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounde... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | and well matched. "This, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: | were worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, | room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. Bounderby, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir,"<|quote|... | baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the ... | which she shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genuine expression. Utterly indifferent, ... | I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps... | going to wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am g... | have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes." They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the privat... | Hard Times |
"is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring towns. You observe, Mr. Harthouse, that my wif... | Josiah Bounderby | matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring ... | of one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with... | at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. Bounderby, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby,<|qu... | penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared ... | shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genuine expression. Utterly indifferent, perfectly ... | just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer with favour. "Perhaps you ... | wear the bottoms of our boilers out any faster than we wear 'em out now, for all the humbugging sentiment in Great Britain and Ireland." By way of "going in" to the fullest extent, Mr. Harthouse rejoined, "Mr. Bounderby, I assure you I am entirely and completely of your way of thinking. On conviction." "I am glad to he... | bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and t... | Hard Times |
To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. | No speaker | better adviser than Loo Bounderby."<|quote|>To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended.</|quote|>"Come!" said his host. "If | to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby."<|quote|>To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended.</|quote|>"Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, | in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby."<|quote|>To a more agreeable adviser, or one from... | Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring towns. You observe, Mr. Harthouse, that my wife is my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw some... | house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace o... | Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the private red brick dwelling, with the black outside shutters, the green inside blinds, and the black street door up the two white steps. In the drawing-room of which mansion, there presently entered to them the most remarkable girl Mr. Ja... | that, we couldn't improve the mills themselves, unless we laid down Turkey carpets on the floors. Which we're not a-going to do." "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is,... | two white steps. In the drawing-room of which mansion, there presently entered to them the most remarkable girl Mr. James Harthouse had ever seen. She was so constrained, and yet so careless; so reserved, and yet so watchful; so cold and proud, and yet so sensitively ashamed of her husband's braggart humility from whic... | Hard Times |
"Come!" | Mr. James Harthouse | Harthouse could never be recommended.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>said his host. "If you're | more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll | of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>said h... | least hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring towns. You observe, Mr. Harthouse, that my wife is my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want t... | trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied ... | the green inside blinds, and the black street door up the two white steps. In the drawing-room of which mansion, there presently entered to them the most remarkable girl Mr. James Harthouse had ever seen. She was so constrained, and yet so careless; so reserved, and yet so watchful; so cold and proud, and yet so sensit... | "Mr. Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and ve... | woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby... | Hard Times |
said his host. | No speaker | could never be recommended. "Come!"<|quote|>said his host.</|quote|>"If you're in the complimentary | likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!"<|quote|>said his host.</|quote|>"If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, | expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!"<|quote|>said his host.</|q... | hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring towns. You observe, Mr. Harthouse, that my wife is my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram... | anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their pla... | green inside blinds, and the black street door up the two white steps. In the drawing-room of which mansion, there presently entered to them the most remarkable girl Mr. James Harthouse had ever seen. She was so constrained, and yet so careless; so reserved, and yet so watchful; so cold and proud, and yet so sensitivel... | Bounderby, perfectly right." "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison... | she shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genuine expression. Utterly indifferent, perfec... | Hard Times |
"If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll meet with no competition. I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You'... | Mr. James Harthouse | recommended. "Come!" said his host.<|quote|>"If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll meet with no competition. I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from ... | Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host.<|quote|>"If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll meet with no competition. I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your br... | political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host.<|quote|>"If you're in the complimenta... | in connexion with one of our neighbouring towns. You observe, Mr. Harthouse, that my wife is my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anythin... | influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. Bounderb... | and the black street door up the two white steps. In the drawing-room of which mansion, there presently entered to them the most remarkable girl Mr. James Harthouse had ever seen. She was so constrained, and yet so careless; so reserved, and yet so watchful; so cold and proud, and yet so sensitively ashamed of her husb... | "Lastly," said Bounderby, "as to our Hands. There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they're not a-going none of 'em ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now y... | "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you fi... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Bounderby," | Mr. James Harthouse | your power, I dare say."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Jem, turning with a | advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a | be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say."<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said ... | no competition. I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketow... | wife is my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To ... | their genuine expression. Utterly indifferent, perfectly self-reliant, never at a loss, and yet never at her ease, with her figure in company with them there, and her mind apparently quite alone it was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the hou... | acquaintance. I have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of f... | at her ease, with her figure in company with them there, and her mind apparently quite alone it was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No gracefu... | Hard Times |
said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, | No speaker | I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa,</|quote|>"is a noble animal in | you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa,</|quote|>"is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite | I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Jem, turning with... | I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's en... | my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more a... | expression. Utterly indifferent, perfectly self-reliant, never at a loss, and yet never at her ease, with her figure in company with them there, and her mind apparently quite alone it was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visito... | have only one thing more to say to you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bi... | "Perhaps you know," said he, "or perhaps you don't know, I married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes." They went out without further discours... | Hard Times |
"is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." | Mr. James Harthouse | with a smile to Louisa,<|quote|>"is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works."</|quote|>"You respect Mr. Bounderby very | "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa,<|quote|>"is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works."</|quote|>"You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It | enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa,<|quote|>"is a noble animal in a co... | learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I a... | in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he... | loss, and yet never at her ease, with her figure in company with them there, and her mind apparently quite alone it was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in ... | you, Mr. Harthouse, before assuring you of the pleasure with which I shall respond, to the utmost of my poor ability, to my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine... | occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. Bounderby, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. ... | Hard Times |
"You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," | Louisa Bounderby | conventional hack like myself works."<|quote|>"You respect Mr. Bounderby very much,"</|quote|>she quietly returned. "It is | the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works."<|quote|>"You respect Mr. Bounderby very much,"</|quote|>she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He | you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works."<|quote|>"You respect Mr. Bounderby very ... | different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call '... | of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you'... | was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence... | my friend Tom Gradgrind's letter of introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this... | it was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influe... | Hard Times |
she quietly returned. | No speaker | respect Mr. Bounderby very much,"<|quote|>she quietly returned.</|quote|>"It is natural that you | hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much,"<|quote|>she quietly returned.</|quote|>"It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown | call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much,"<|quote|>she quietly returne... | real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not wast... | otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on... | yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortle... | introduction. You are a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told h... | so constrained, and yet so careless; so reserved, and yet so watchful; so cold and proud, and yet so sensitively ashamed of her husband's braggart humility from which she shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in m... | Hard Times |
"It is natural that you should." | Louisa Bounderby | very much," she quietly returned.<|quote|>"It is natural that you should."</|quote|>He was disgracefully thrown out, | works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned.<|quote|>"It is natural that you should."</|quote|>He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had | so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned.<|quote|>"It is natural th... | George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I... | want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll ... | comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully... | a man of family. Don't you deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bou... | want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll ... | Hard Times |
He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, | No speaker | is natural that you should."<|quote|>He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought,</|quote|>"Now, how am I to | much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should."<|quote|>He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought,</|quote|>"Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going | I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should."<|quote|>He was disgracef... | don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said ... | should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll meet with no competition. I h... | all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room sta... | deceive yourself by supposing for a moment that I am a man of family. I am a bit of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands... | If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for ... | Hard Times |
"Now, how am I to take this?" | Mr. James Harthouse | of the world, and thought,<|quote|>"Now, how am I to take this?"</|quote|>"You are going to devote | who had seen so much of the world, and thought,<|quote|>"Now, how am I to take this?"</|quote|>"You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from | a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought,<|quote|>"Now, how am ... | I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free f... | or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll meet with no competition. I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of pay... | mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. A... | of dirty riff-raff, and a genuine scrap of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the e... | what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one... | Hard Times |
"You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up your mind," | Louisa Bounderby | am I to take this?"<|quote|>"You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up your mind,"</|quote|>said Louisa, still standing before | world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?"<|quote|>"You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up your mind,"</|quote|>said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first | the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?"<|quote|>"You are going to devote yours... | station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventi... | more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse could never be recommended. "Come!" said his host. "If you're in the complimentary line, you'll get on here, for you'll meet with no competition. I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em... | room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the... | of tag, rag, and bobtail." If anything could have exalted Jem's interest in Mr. Bounderby, it would have been this very circumstance. Or, so he told him. "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted m... | shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genuine expression. Utterly indifferent, perfectly ... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease | No speaker | have made up your mind,"<|quote|>said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease</|quote|>"to show the nation the | service of your country. You have made up your mind,"<|quote|>said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease</|quote|>"to show the nation the way out of all its | disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up your mind,"<|quote|>said Louisa, still standing before him where she h... | say." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, turning with a smile to Louisa, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out... | with no competition. I have never been in the way of learning compliments myself, and I don't profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Co... | its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. Bounderby, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my... | "So now," said Bounderby, "we may shake hands on equal terms. I say, equal terms, because although I know what I am, and the exact depth of the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I... | Bounderby, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear ... | Hard Times |
"to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." | Louisa Bounderby | obviously very ill at ease<|quote|>"to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties."</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing, | her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease<|quote|>"to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties."</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing, "upon my honour, no. I | devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up your mind," said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease<|quote|>"to show the nation the ... | a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr... | despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadva... | unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. Bounderby, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's ... | the gutter I have lifted myself out of, better than any man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands,... | her husband's braggart humility from which she shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genu... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby," | Mr. James Harthouse | out of all its difficulties."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>he returned, laughing, "upon my | show the nation the way out of all its difficulties."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>he returned, laughing, "upon my honour, no. I will make | to the service of your country. You have made up your mind," said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>he... | much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up y... | a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not wa... | worthy of one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with ... | man does, I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby recei... | new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genuine expression. Utterly indifferent, perfectly self-reliant, never at a loss, and yet never at her ease, with her figure i... | Hard Times |
he returned, laughing, | No speaker | all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>he returned, laughing,</|quote|>"upon my honour, no. I | nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>he returned, laughing,</|quote|>"upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence | service of your country. You have made up your mind," said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>he returned, laugh... | quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up your mind," ... | thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste you... | one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our... | I am as proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the an... | as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remarkable than in manner. Her features were handsome; but their natural play was so locked up, that it seemed impossible to guess at their genuine expression. Utterly indifferent, perfectly self-re... | Hard Times |
"upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a little, here and there, up and down; I have found it all to be very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess they have, and some do not; and I am going in for your respected father's opinions really because I have no choice of opinions, and... | Mr. James Harthouse | "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing,<|quote|>"upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a little, here and there, up and down; I have found it all to be very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess they have, and some do not; and I am going in for your respected father's opinions... | out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing,<|quote|>"upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a little, here and there, up and down; I have found it all to be very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess they have, and some do not; and I am going in for yo... | country. You have made up your mind," said Louisa, still standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing,<|quote|>"upon my ho... | is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going to devote yourself, as I gather from what Mr. Bounderby has said, to the service of your country. You have made up your mind," said Louisa, still sta... | You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, Loo Bounderby may be. She hadn't my advantages disadvantages you would call 'em, but I call 'em advantages so you'll not waste your power, I dare sa... | well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring tow... | proud as you are. I am just as proud as you are. Having now asserted my independence in a proper manner, I may come to how do you find yourself, and I hope you're pretty well." The better, Mr. Harthouse gave him to understand as they shook hands, for the salubrious air of Coketown. Mr. Bounderby received the answer wit... | one another, and well matched. "This, sir," said Bounderby, "is my wife, Mrs. Bounderby: Tom Gradgrind's eldest daughter. Loo, Mr. James Harthouse. Mr. Harthouse has joined your father's muster-roll. If he is not Tom Gradgrind's colleague before long, I believe we shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our... | Hard Times |
"Have you none of your own?" | Louisa Bounderby | back them as anything else."<|quote|>"Have you none of your own?"</|quote|>asked Louisa. "I have not | opinions, and may as well back them as anything else."<|quote|>"Have you none of your own?"</|quote|>asked Louisa. "I have not so much as the slightest | down; I have found it all to be very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess they have, and some do not; and I am going in for your respected father's opinions really because I have no choice of opinions, and may as well back them as anything else."<|quote|>"Have you none of your own?"</|quote|>asked Louisa. "... | contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a little, here and there, up and down; I have found it all to be very wort... | in a comparatively natural state, quite free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to ... | me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more ... | married Tom Gradgrind's daughter. If you have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes." They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so st... | was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence... | Hard Times |
asked Louisa. | No speaker | you none of your own?"<|quote|>asked Louisa.</|quote|>"I have not so much | them as anything else." "Have you none of your own?"<|quote|>asked Louisa.</|quote|>"I have not so much as the slightest predilection left. | to be very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess they have, and some do not; and I am going in for your respected father's opinions really because I have no choice of opinions, and may as well back them as anything else." "Have you none of your own?"<|quote|>asked Louisa.</|quote|>"I have not so much as the ... | being obviously very ill at ease "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a little, here and there, up and down; I have found it all to be very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess... | free from the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going to devote you... | me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthous... | have nothing better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes." They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the privat... | little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. Bounderby stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenti... | Hard Times |
"I have not so much as the slightest predilection left. I assure you I attach not the least importance to any opinions. The result of the varieties of boredom I have undergone, is a conviction (unless conviction is too industrious a word for the lazy sentiment I entertain on the subject), that any set of ideas will do ... | Mr. James Harthouse | of your own?" asked Louisa.<|quote|>"I have not so much as the slightest predilection left. I assure you I attach not the least importance to any opinions. The result of the varieties of boredom I have undergone, is a conviction (unless conviction is too industrious a word for the lazy sentiment I entertain on the subj... | anything else." "Have you none of your own?" asked Louisa.<|quote|>"I have not so much as the slightest predilection left. I assure you I attach not the least importance to any opinions. The result of the varieties of boredom I have undergone, is a conviction (unless conviction is too industrious a word for the lazy se... | very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess they have, and some do not; and I am going in for your respected father's opinions really because I have no choice of opinions, and may as well back them as anything else." "Have you none of your own?" asked Louisa.<|quote|>"I have not so much as the slightest predi... | very ill at ease "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a little, here and there, up and down; I have found it all to be very worthless, as everybody has, and as some confess they have, and ... | the harness in which a conventional hack like myself works." "You respect Mr. Bounderby very much," she quietly returned. "It is natural that you should." He was disgracefully thrown out, for a gentleman who had seen so much of the world, and thought, "Now, how am I to take this?" "You are going to devote yourself, as ... | suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If you want to cram for anything, I should be troubled to recommend you to a better adviser than Loo Bounderby." To a more agreeable adviser, or one from whom he would be more likely to learn, Mr. Harthouse coul... | better to do than to walk up town with me, I shall be glad to introduce you to Tom Gradgrind's daughter." "Mr. Bounderby," said Jem, "you anticipate my dearest wishes." They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the private red brick d... | it was of no use "going in" yet awhile to comprehend this girl, for she baffled all penetration. From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was no mute sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influe... | Hard Times |
This vicious assumption of honesty in dishonesty a vice so dangerous, so deadly, and so common seemed, he observed, a little to impress her in his favour. He followed up the advantage, by saying in his pleasantest manner: a manner to which she might attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased: | No speaker | It's the only truth going!"<|quote|>This vicious assumption of honesty in dishonesty a vice so dangerous, so deadly, and so common seemed, he observed, a little to impress her in his favour. He followed up the advantage, by saying in his pleasantest manner: a manner to which she might attach as much or as little meanin... | What will be, will be. It's the only truth going!"<|quote|>This vicious assumption of honesty in dishonesty a vice so dangerous, so deadly, and so common seemed, he observed, a little to impress her in his favour. He followed up the advantage, by saying in his pleasantest manner: a manner to which she might attach as m... | lazy sentiment I entertain on the subject), that any set of ideas will do just as much good as any other set, and just as much harm as any other set. There's an English family with a charming Italian motto. What will be, will be. It's the only truth going!"<|quote|>This vicious assumption of honesty in dishonesty a vic... | none of your own?" asked Louisa. "I have not so much as the slightest predilection left. I assure you I attach not the least importance to any opinions. The result of the varieties of boredom I have undergone, is a conviction (unless conviction is too industrious a word for the lazy sentiment I entertain on the subject... | her self-possession, and her being obviously very ill at ease "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughing, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a little, here and there, up and down; I have found it all to be very worthless, as every... | profess to understand the art of paying 'em. In fact, despise 'em. But, your bringing-up was different from mine; mine was a real thing, by George! You're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, and that's enough for me. However, though I am not influenced by manners and station, ... | seen. She was so constrained, and yet so careless; so reserved, and yet so watchful; so cold and proud, and yet so sensitively ashamed of her husband's braggart humility from which she shrunk as if every example of it were a cut or a blow; that it was quite a new sensation to observe her. In face she was no less remark... | shall at least hear of him in connexion with one of our neighbouring towns. You observe, Mr. Harthouse, that my wife is my junior. I don't know what she saw in me to marry me, but she saw something in me, I suppose, or she wouldn't have married me. She has lots of expensive knowledge, sir, political and otherwise. If y... | Hard Times |
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