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"The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could... | Mr. James Harthouse | little meaning as she pleased:<|quote|>"The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent a... | attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased:<|quote|>"The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it,... | 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:<|quote|>"The side that can prove anything in ... | 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!" This vicious assumption of honesty in dishonesty a vice so dangerous, so deadly, and so c... | 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?" asked Louisa. "I have not so much as the slightest predile... | 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 from the harness in whic... | 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 in company with them there... | 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, "is a noble animal in a comparatively natural sta... | Hard Times |
"You are a singular politician," | Louisa Bounderby | if I did believe it!"<|quote|>"You are a singular politician,"</|quote|>said Louisa. "Pardon me; I | more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!"<|quote|>"You are a singular politician,"</|quote|>said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. | to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!"<|quote|>"You are a singular politician,"</|quote|>said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. ... | the advantage, by saying in his pleasantest manner: a manner to which she might attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as mu... | 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 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... | 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 standing before him whe... | 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 ... | 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. "I have not so much as the slightest predilection left. I assure you I attach not the least importance to any opinions.... | Hard Times |
said Louisa. | No speaker | "You are a singular politician,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Pardon me; I have not | if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are | best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest... | his pleasantest manner: a manner to which she might attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I be... | 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 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'... | 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 standing before him where she had first stopped in all the s... | 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 at its present occupan... | 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 paying 'em. In fact, despise ... | Hard Times |
"Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." | Mr. James Harthouse | a singular politician," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, who had been | did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in | I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I... | manner: a manner to which she might attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am ... | 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 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 o... | 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 standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular c... | 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 at its present occupants, unsoften... | 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 standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, a... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and... | No speaker | ranks and were reviewed together."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its ... | fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilit... | could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of burs... | seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I hav... | 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!" 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 ... | 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." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, laughi... | 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. Bounderby, and they... | 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 "to show the nation the way out of all its difficult... | Hard Times |
"charming!" | Mr. James Harthouse | a languid manner, received with<|quote|>"charming!"</|quote|>every now and then; and | saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with<|quote|>"charming!"</|quote|>every now and then; and they probably would have decided | dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with<|quote|>"charming!"</|quote|>... | the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that ... | state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits ... | 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!" This vicious assumption of honesty in dishonesty a vice so dangerous, so dead... | 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 paying 'em. In ... | as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. B... | Hard Times |
every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. | No speaker | languid manner, received with "charming!"<|quote|>every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa.</|quote|>"Is there nothing," he thought, | These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!"<|quote|>every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa.</|quote|>"Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she | with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!"<|quote|>every now and t... | dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repa... | I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the ... | 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!" This vicious assumption of honesty in dishonesty a vice so dangerous, so deadly... | 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 paying 'em. In fact,... | 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, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such p... | Hard Times |
"Is there nothing," | Mr. James Harthouse | been less curious respecting Louisa.<|quote|>"Is there nothing,"</|quote|>he thought, glancing at her | again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa.<|quote|>"Is there nothing,"</|quote|>he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the | in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa.<|quote|>"Is there no... | stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses u... | bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use... | other set. There's an English family with a charming Italian motto. What will be, will be. It's the only truth going!" 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... | 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're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am ... | the advantage, by saying in his pleasantest manner: a manner to which she might attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as mu... | Hard Times |
he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; | No speaker | respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing,"<|quote|>he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced;</|quote|>"is there nothing that will | had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing,"<|quote|>he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced;</|quote|>"is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By | at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing,"<|quote|>he th... | had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise ... | interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching... | an English family with a charming Italian motto. What will be, will be. It's the only truth going!" 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... | 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're a gentleman, and I don't pretend to be one. I am Josiah Bounderby ... | 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. "I have not so much as the slightest predilection left. I assure you I attach not the least impo... | Hard Times |
"is there nothing that will move that face?" | Mr. James Harthouse | pretty as it looked misplaced;<|quote|>"is there nothing that will move that face?"</|quote|>Yes! By Jupiter, there was | but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced;<|quote|>"is there nothing that will move that face?"</|quote|>Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, | him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced;<|quote|>"is there nothing that w... | entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Je... | notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate... | 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: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby... | 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 disadvantages you would c... | and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the eve... | Hard Times |
Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty ... | No speaker | that will move that face?"<|quote|>Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive f... | looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?"<|quote|>Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had... | morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?"<|quote|>Yes! By Jupiter, there w... | with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been l... | of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of... | 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: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to... | 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... | a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponi... | Hard Times |
"Ay, ay?" | Josiah Bounderby | carried them to her lips.<|quote|>"Ay, ay?"</|quote|>thought the visitor. "This whelp | as if she would have carried them to her lips.<|quote|>"Ay, ay?"</|quote|>thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she | smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips.<|quote|>"Ay, ay?"</|quote|>thought the visitor. "This whelp i... | and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might n... | the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and... | am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ra... | 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 take this?" "You ar... | 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: "The side that can prove anythi... | Hard Times |
thought the visitor. | No speaker | to her lips. "Ay, ay?"<|quote|>thought the visitor.</|quote|>"This whelp is the only | she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?"<|quote|>thought the visitor.</|quote|>"This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, | James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?"<|quote|>thought the visitor.</|quote|>"This whelp is the only ... | but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thou... | with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and... | ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and w... | 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 take this?" "You are going to devo... | James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels... | Hard Times |
"This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" | Josiah Bounderby | "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor.<|quote|>"This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!"</|quote|>The whelp was presented, and | carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor.<|quote|>"This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!"</|quote|>The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation | not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor.<|quote|>"This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!... | looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, ... | had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably... | in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed... | 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 ... | I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here... | Hard Times |
The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. | No speaker | she cares for. So, so!"<|quote|>The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited.</|quote|>"When I was your age, | whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!"<|quote|>The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited.</|quote|>"When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I | wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!"<|quote|>The whelp was presented, and took his chair. T... | will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put ... | the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow mor... | it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in dang... | 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. Bounderby has said, to the service of your ... | as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fel... | Hard Times |
"When I was your age, young Tom," | Josiah Bounderby | not flattering, but not unmerited.<|quote|>"When I was your age, young Tom,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "I was punctual, | his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited.<|quote|>"When I was your age, young Tom,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" | hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited.<|quote|>"When I was your age, young ... | unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, ... | least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glan... | singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing... | 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 standing before him where she had first... | if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed h... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | was your age, young Tom,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"I was punctual, or I | but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you | brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"I was ... | the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. ... | polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of ... | have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking... | 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 standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of he... | the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meant... | Hard Times |
"I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" | Josiah Bounderby | age, young Tom," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I was punctual, or I got no dinner!"</|quote|>"When you were my age," | unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I was punctual, or I got no dinner!"</|quote|>"When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a | if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I was punctual, or I got no d... | opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?"... | saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, wh... | even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. Jame... | 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 standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-po... | 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: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, te... | Hard Times |
"When you were my age," | Young Thomas | or I got no dinner!"<|quote|>"When you were my age,"</|quote|>resumed Tom, "you hadn't a | said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!"<|quote|>"When you were my age,"</|quote|>resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, | lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!"<|quote|>"When you were my age,"</|quot... | beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the o... | received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very ... | in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of ... | 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 standing before him where she had first stopped in all the singular contrariety of her self-possession, and her being obviously very il... | three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup... | Hard Times |
resumed Tom, | No speaker | "When you were my age,"<|quote|>resumed Tom,</|quote|>"you hadn't a wrong balance | or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age,"<|quote|>resumed Tom,</|quote|>"you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't | visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age,"<|quote|>resumed Tom,</|quote|>"you hadn't ... | might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" ... | and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it loo... | you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting an... | 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 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 sho... | and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of ste... | Hard Times |
"you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." | Young Thomas | were my age," resumed Tom,<|quote|>"you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards."</|quote|>"Never mind that now," said | got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom,<|quote|>"you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards."</|quote|>"Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. | whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom,<|quote|>"you hadn't a wrong balance to get r... | have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp ... | and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked mispla... | Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interest... | 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 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... | family with a charming Italian motto. What will be, will be. It's the only truth going!" 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 ... | Hard Times |
"Never mind that now," | Josiah Bounderby | and hadn't to dress afterwards."<|quote|>"Never mind that now,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled | wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards."<|quote|>"Never mind that now,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." | presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards."<|quote|>"Never mind that now,"</|q... | at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not fl... | to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there... | together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits wa... | 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 "to show the nation the way out of all its difficulties." "Mrs. Bounderby," he returned, ... | more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of burstin... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby. | No speaker | afterwards." "Never mind that now,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't | right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," | chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"W... | She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmer... | been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here i... | had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthous... | 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," he returned, laughing, "upon my ho... | occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculati... | Hard Times |
"Well, then," | Young Thomas | mind that now," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Well, then,"</|quote|>grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with | hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Well, then,"</|quote|>grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, | appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Well, then,"</|quote|... | out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "W... | curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in ... | in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a... | 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, "upon my honour, no... | she might attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for i... | Hard Times |
grumbled Tom. | No speaker | now," said Bounderby. "Well, then,"<|quote|>grumbled Tom.</|quote|>"Don't begin with me." "Mrs. | dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then,"<|quote|>grumbled Tom.</|quote|>"Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing | not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then,"<|quote|>grumbled Tom.</|quote|>"... | hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I wa... | Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape... | of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet ... | 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, "upon my honour, no. I will make... | for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed to... | Hard Times |
"Don't begin with me." | Young Thomas | Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom.<|quote|>"Don't begin with me."</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly | "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom.<|quote|>"Don't begin with me."</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it | but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom.<|quote|>"Don't begin with me."</|q... | pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your ... | there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appear... | in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his b... | 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, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such p... | down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest ove... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby," | Mr. James Harthouse | Tom. "Don't begin with me."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this | said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; | I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>s... | and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bou... | glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door ... | with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off trium... | 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, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I ha... | I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the state, I assure ... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; | No speaker | begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on;</|quote|>"your brother's face is quite | "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on;</|quote|>"your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I | your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, ... | fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, ... | her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and ... | project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly... | 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, "upon my honour, no. I will make no such pretence to you. I have seen a litt... | in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table... | Hard Times |
"your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" | Mr. James Harthouse | under-strain as it went on;<|quote|>"your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?"</|quote|>"No," she resumed, quite interested, | said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on;<|quote|>"your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?"</|quote|>"No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad | I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on;<|quote|>"your b... | carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my ... | where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful s... | taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening... | 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, "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... | out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketo... | Hard Times |
"No," | Louisa Bounderby | at some public school, perhaps?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>she resumed, quite interested, "he | have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, | hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?"<|quote... | so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind tha... | that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She... | and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounder... | 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 some do not; and I am going in for your respe... | the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," said Louisa. "Pardon me; I have not even that merit. We are the largest party in the... | Hard Times |
she resumed, quite interested, | No speaker | some public school, perhaps?" "No,"<|quote|>she resumed, quite interested,</|quote|>"he has never been abroad | seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No,"<|quote|>she resumed, quite interested,</|quote|>"he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, | to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No,"<|quote|... | The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now... | will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put ... | its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby t... | 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 some do not; and I am going in for your respected... | his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem agai... | Hard Times |
"he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." | Louisa Bounderby | "No," she resumed, quite interested,<|quote|>"he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad."</|quote|>"No such luck, sir," said | at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested,<|quote|>"he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad."</|quote|>"No such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough | mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested,<|quot... | and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well,... | Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty ... | of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of... | "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 some do not; and I am going in for your respected father's opinions really ... | manner: a manner to which she might attach as much or as little meaning as she pleased: "The side that can prove anything in a line of units, tens, hundreds, and thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am ... | Hard Times |
"No such luck, sir," | Young Thomas | he never saw you abroad."<|quote|>"No such luck, sir,"</|quote|>said Tom. There was little | am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad."<|quote|>"No such luck, sir,"</|quote|>said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten | "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad."<|quote|>"No such luck, sir,"</|quote|>sai... | I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's... | a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "... | boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, w... | 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 may as well back them as anything else." "Have you none of your own?" asked Louisa. "I have not... | over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morro... | Hard Times |
said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. | No speaker | abroad." "No such luck, sir,"<|quote|>said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it.</|quote|>"So much the more is | that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir,"<|quote|>said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it.</|quote|>"So... | quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir,"<|quote|>said Tom. There was little enough in... | "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite fam... | beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the o... | he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three. It was an appropriate occasion for Mr. Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed d... | 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." "Have you none of your own?" asked Louisa. "I have not so much as the... | thousands, Mrs. Bounderby, seems to me to afford the most fun, and to give a man the best chance. I am quite as much attached to it as if I believed it. I am quite ready to go in for it, to the same extent as if I believed it. And what more could I possibly do, if I did believe it!" "You are a singular politician," sai... | Hard Times |
"So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," | Mr. James Harthouse | on whom to bestow it.<|quote|>"So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for,"</|quote|>thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning | her need of some one on whom to bestow it.<|quote|>"So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for,"</|quote|>thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So | said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it.<|quote|>"So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever c... | quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough in him to ... | lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "... | laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every ... | 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... | visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr. James Harthouse, with a discreet use of his blue coaching, came off triumphantly, though with a considerable accession of boredom. In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat d... | Hard Times |
thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. | No speaker | she has ever cared for,"<|quote|>thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over.</|quote|>"So much the more. So | this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for,"<|quote|>thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over.</|quote|>"So much the more. So much the more." Both in | a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for,"<|quote|>thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over.</|quote|... | perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his m... | So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind... | guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to... | 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 just as much good as any other set, and just as mu... | stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses u... | Hard Times |
"So much the more. So much the more." | Mr. James Harthouse | turning it over and over.<|quote|>"So much the more. So much the more."</|quote|>Both in his sister's presence, | for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over.<|quote|>"So much the more. So much the more."</|quote|>Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left | even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over.<|quote|>"So much the more. So much the more."</|quote|>Both in his s... | been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the sol... | chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumb... | that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respectin... | 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 just as much good as any other set, and just as much harm as any other set. There's an Engli... | it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wond... | Hard Times |
Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse en... | No speaker | more. So much the more."<|quote|>Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic... | and over. "So much the more. So much the more."<|quote|>Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without respondi... | have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more."<|quote|>Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the ro... | home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some on... | unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," s... | at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, g... | 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 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 ... | Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and Mr.... | Hard Times |
"Do you smoke?" | Mr. James Harthouse | beyond all doubt, was Tom.<|quote|>"Do you smoke?"</|quote|>asked Mr. James Harthouse, when | sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom.<|quote|>"Do you smoke?"</|quote|>asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. | incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom.<|quote|>"Do you sm... | a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himse... | Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return... | resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have ... | you, Mrs. Bounderby, if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting an... | face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not... | Hard Times |
asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. | No speaker | was Tom. "Do you smoke?"<|quote|>asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel.</|quote|>"I believe you!" said Tom. | a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?"<|quote|>asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel.</|quote|>"I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less | of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?"<|quote|>asked Mr. Ja... | who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was ... | could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was ... | hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? O... | if we all fell out of our adopted ranks and were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabil... | have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you wer... | Hard Times |
"I believe you!" | Young Thomas | they came to the hotel.<|quote|>"I believe you!"</|quote|>said Tom. He could do | asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel.<|quote|>"I believe you!"</|quote|>said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom | was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel.<|quote|>"I be... | unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young ... | by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp imme... | dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resume... | were reviewed together." Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The roun... | some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and... | Hard Times |
said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever dispo... | No speaker | the hotel. "I believe you!"<|quote|>said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end o... | Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!"<|quote|>said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly fre... | that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!"<|quote|>said Tom. He coul... | be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination ... | faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffe... | mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he h... | Mr. Bounderby, who had been in danger of bursting in silence, interposed here with a project for postponing the family dinner till half-past six, and taking Mr. James Harthouse in the meantime on a round of visits to the voting and interesting notabilities of Coketown and its vicinity. The round of visits was made; and... | her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed To... | Hard Times |
"He don't seem to care about his dress," | Young Thomas | an observation of his friend.<|quote|>"He don't seem to care about his dress,"</|quote|>thought Tom, "and yet how | a little while, and took an observation of his friend.<|quote|>"He don't seem to care about his dress,"</|quote|>thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What | Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend.<|quote|>"He don't seem to care about his dress,"</|quote|>thought Tom, "a... | you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever... | should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagi... | ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both ... | Bounderby to discuss the flavour of the hap'orth of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bound... | to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and ... | Hard Times |
thought Tom, | No speaker | to care about his dress,"<|quote|>thought Tom,</|quote|>"and yet how capitally he | his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress,"<|quote|>thought Tom,</|quote|>"and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy | easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress,"<|quote|>thought Tom,</|quote|>"and yet how capitally he does it. W... | than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend a... | the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, sho... | much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she h... | of stewed eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horse... | his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case wit... | Hard Times |
"and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" | Young Thomas | about his dress," thought Tom,<|quote|>"and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!"</|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse, happening to | "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom,<|quote|>"and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!"</|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that | at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom,<|quote|>"and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he... | Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the oth... | with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be st... | greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left t... | eels he had purchased in the streets at eight years old; and also of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under th... | to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentlem... | Hard Times |
Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. | No speaker | an easy swell he is!"<|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand.</|quote|>"Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, | capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!"<|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand.</|quote|>"Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you | his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!"<|quote|>Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remar... | a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smo... | been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualit... | some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Boun... | of the inferior water, specially used for laying the dust, with which he had washed down that repast. He likewise entertained his guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a langui... | THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should b... | Hard Times |
"Thank'ee," | Young Thomas | with his own negligent hand.<|quote|>"Thank'ee,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. | nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand.<|quote|>"Thank'ee,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have | an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand.<|quote|>"Thank'ee,"</|quote|>said Tom. "T... | be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," though... | with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. ... | thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, ... | guest over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to... | was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I | and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about | observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Than... | bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought T... | Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I be... | Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutt... | over the soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morro... | to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and ... | Hard Times |
"Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." | Young Thomas | negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom.<|quote|>"Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night."</|quote|>Tom said this with one | his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom.<|quote|>"Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night."</|quote|>Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and | his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom.<|quote|>"Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthous... | those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and y... | was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe yo... | Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one ey... | soup and fish, with the calculation that he (Bounderby) had eaten in his youth at least three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning... | heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide hi... | Hard Times |
Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. | No speaker | dose of old Bounderby to-night."<|quote|>Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer.</|quote|>"A very good fellow indeed!" | you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night."<|quote|>Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer.</|quote|>"A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You | he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night."<|quote|>Tom said this with one ey... | the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Hartho... | be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling dri... | his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged... | three horses under the guise of polonies and saveloys. These recitals, Jem, in a languid manner, received with "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing a... | much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphi... | Hard Times |
"A very good fellow indeed!" | Mr. James Harthouse | glass knowingly, at his entertainer.<|quote|>"A very good fellow indeed!"</|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You | again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer.<|quote|>"A very good fellow indeed!"</|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said | that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer.<|quote|>"A very good fellow inde... | his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass wi... | doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in t... | contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when ... | "charming!" every now and then; and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, look... | for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry f... | Hard Times |
returned Mr. James Harthouse. | No speaker | "A very good fellow indeed!"<|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse.</|quote|>"You think so, don't you?" | glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!"<|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse.</|quote|>"You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up | filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!"<|quote|>returned Mr. James Har... | had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand.... | smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon... | he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and w... | and they probably would have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked mispla... | that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has ne... | Hard Times |
"You think so, don't you?" | Young Thomas | indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"You think so, don't you?"</|quote|>said Tom. And shut up | entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"You think so, don't you?"</|quote|>said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James | his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"You think so,... | little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said T... | Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and ea... | without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful... | have decided him to "go in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing t... | at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, and was educated here, at home. Tom, love, I am telling Mr. Harthouse that he never saw you abroad." "No such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, ... | Hard Times |
said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: | No speaker | "You think so, don't you?"<|quote|>said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed:</|quote|>"What a co... | indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?"<|quote|>said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking dow... | said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?"<|quote|>said Tom. And shut up h... | observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. H... | the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the so... | independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by nigh... | in" for Jerusalem again to-morrow morning, had he been less curious respecting Louisa. "Is there nothing," he thought, glancing at her as she sat at the head of the table, where her youthful figure, small and slight, but very graceful, looked as pretty as it looked misplaced; "is there nothing that will move that face?... | the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the so... | Hard Times |
"What a comical brother-in-law you are!" | Mr. James Harthouse | looking down at him, observed:<|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-law you are!"</|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-law old | in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed:<|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-law you are!"</|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you | you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed:<|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-law you are!"... | "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut ... | be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," though... | whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural r... | nothing that will move that face?" Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive f... | room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed... | Hard Times |
"What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," | Young Thomas | a comical brother-in-law you are!"<|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean,"</|quote|>said Tom. "You are a | down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!"<|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean,"</|quote|>said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted | his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!"<|quote|>"What a comical brother-in-... | Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smile... | was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally ... | night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypoc... | Yes! By Jupiter, there was something, and here it was, in an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty ... | young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in th... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | is, I think you mean,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"You are a piece of | a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James | end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Yo... | Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and loungin... | end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James... | out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a ... | an unexpected shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother'... | such luck, sir," said Tom. There was little enough in him to brighten her face, for he was a sullen young fellow, and ungracious in his manner even to her. So much the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she h... | Hard Times |
"You are a piece of caustic, Tom," | Mr. James Harthouse | think you mean," said Tom.<|quote|>"You are a piece of caustic, Tom,"</|quote|>retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There | brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom.<|quote|>"You are a piece of caustic, Tom,"</|quote|>retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable | the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom.<|quote|>"You are a piece of... | Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back again... | the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Hartho... | him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gen... | shape. Tom appeared. She changed as the door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she w... | been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualit... | Hard Times |
retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. | No speaker | a piece of caustic, Tom,"<|quote|>retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with him... | mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom,"<|quote|>retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was u... | against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom,"<|quote|>retorted Mr. James Ha... | up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he... | to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, rem... | Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own... | door opened, and broke into a beaming smile. A beautiful smile. Mr. James Harthouse might not have thought so much of it, but that he had wondered so long at her impassive face. She put out her hand a pretty little soft hand; and her fingers closed upon her brother's, as if she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay,... | unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very rema... | Hard Times |
"Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," | Young Thomas | was uncommonly pleased with himself.<|quote|>"Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby,"</|quote|>said he, "if you mean | pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself.<|quote|>"Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby,"</|quote|>said he, "if you mean that. I have always called | James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself.<|quote|>"Oh! I don't care for old Bounder... | chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was s... | Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass kno... | been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualit... | she would have carried them to her lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "Wh... | very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at la... | Hard Times |
said he, | No speaker | don't care for old Bounderby,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"if you mean that. I | pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby | agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"if you mean that. I h... | empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so inti... | eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fello... | five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond al... | lips. "Ay, ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "... | under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hypocrite; but it was certainly the case with Tom. It was very strange that a young gentleman who had never been left to his own guidance for five consecutive minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altoget... | Hard Times |
"if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." | Young Thomas | for old Bounderby," said he,<|quote|>"if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day."</|quote|>"Don't mind me," return... | himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he,<|quote|>"if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day."</|quo... | being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he,<|quote|>"if you mean that. I have always called old ... | as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a ... | that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" ret... | minutes, should be incapable at last of governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom.... | ay?" thought the visitor. "This whelp is the only creature she cares for. So, so!" The whelp was presented, and took his chair. The appellation was not flattering, but not unmerited. "When I was your age, young Tom," said Bounderby, "I was punctual, or I got no dinner!" "When you were my age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't ... | his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under... | Hard Times |
"Don't mind me," | Mr. James Harthouse | rather late in the day."<|quote|>"Don't mind me,"</|quote|>returned James; "but take care | old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day."<|quote|>"Don't mind me,"</|quote|>returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, | mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day."<|quote|>"Don't mind me,"</|quote|>returned James; "but take care when his wif... | intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the ... | good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking... | Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts;... | age," resumed Tom, "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I... | capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one ... | Hard Times |
returned James; | No speaker | the day." "Don't mind me,"<|quote|>returned James;</|quote|>"but take care when his | would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me,"<|quote|>returned James;</|quote|>"but take care when his wife is by, you know." | have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me,"<|quote|>returned James;</|quote|>"but take care when his wife is by, you ... | a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I ha... | returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observe... | smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon... | "you hadn't a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abro... | happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entert... | Hard Times |
"but take care when his wife is by, you know." | Mr. James Harthouse | "Don't mind me," returned James;<|quote|>"but take care when his wife is by, you know."</|quote|>"His wife?" said Tom. "My | rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James;<|quote|>"but take care when his wife is by, you know."</|quote|>"His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And | called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James;<|quote|>"but take care when his wife is by, you know."</|quote|>"His ... | in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked abo... | James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a co... | Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly f... | a wrong balance to get right, and hadn't to dress afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at so... | go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, afte... | Hard Times |
"His wife?" | Young Thomas | wife is by, you know."<|quote|>"His wife?"</|quote|>said Tom. "My sister Loo? | "but take care when his wife is by, you know."<|quote|>"His wife?"</|quote|>said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, | talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know."<|quote|>"His wife?"</|quote|>said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he la... | such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the s... | shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-... | believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more t... | afterwards." "Never mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, qui... | indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | by, you know." "His wife?"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"My sister Loo? O yes!" | care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took | him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and to... | voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way... | his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old ... | said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever dispo... | mind that now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he h... | by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous system of unnatural restraint, should be a hy... | Hard Times |
"My sister Loo? O yes!" | Young Thomas | know." "His wife?" said Tom.<|quote|>"My sister Loo? O yes!"</|quote|>And he laughed, and took | his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom.<|quote|>"My sister Loo? O yes!"</|quote|>And he laughed, and took a little more of the | I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom.<|quote|>"My sister Loo? O yes!"</|quote|>And he laughed, and took a litt... | being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not... | again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderb... | He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to adm... | now," said Bounderby. "Well, then," grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never b... | to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the... | Hard Times |
And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole... | No speaker | "My sister Loo? O yes!"<|quote|>And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over hi... | know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!"<|quote|>And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon ... | him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!"<|quote|>And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. Jame... | so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite ... | and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. ... | than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend a... | grumbled Tom. "Don't begin with me." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, perfectly hearing this under-strain as it went on; "your brother's face is quite familiar to me. Can I have seen him abroad? Or at some public school, perhaps?" "No," she resumed, quite interested, "he has never been abroad yet, and was educated her... | ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch ... | Hard Times |
"My sister Loo?" | Young Thomas | one leg on the sofa.<|quote|>"My sister Loo?"</|quote|>said Tom. "_She_ never cared | him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa.<|quote|>"My sister Loo?"</|quote|>said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the | only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa.<|quote|>"My sister Loo?"</|quote|>said Tom. "_She_ never ca... | he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole sou... | soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now... | Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom s... | the greater must have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had le... | Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for ... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | the sofa. "My sister Loo?"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"_She_ never cared for old | put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, | over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"_She_ never cared for old Bo... | took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. I... | a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Boun... | how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with ... | have been the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the ... | easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell... | Hard Times |
"_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." | Young Thomas | "My sister Loo?" said Tom.<|quote|>"_She_ never cared for old Bounderby."</|quote|>"That's the past tense, Tom," | one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom.<|quote|>"_She_ never cared for old Bounderby."</|quote|>"That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking | and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom.<|quote|>"_She_ never cared for old Bounderby."</|quote|>... | little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certa... | of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. ... | he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut u... | the solitude of her heart, and her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took... | fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate w... | Hard Times |
"That's the past tense, Tom," | Mr. James Harthouse | never cared for old Bounderby."<|quote|>"That's the past tense, Tom,"</|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking | sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby."<|quote|>"That's the past tense, Tom,"</|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar | whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby."<|quote|>"That's the past tense, Tom,"</|q... | James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yield... | pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." ... | swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over... | her need of some one on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt ... | intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the ... | Hard Times |
returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. | No speaker | "That's the past tense, Tom,"<|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger.</|quote|>"We are in the present | never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom,"<|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger.</|quote|>"We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not | certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom,"<|quote|>returned Mr. James Harthouse, ... | in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at h... | don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned Jam... | Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at... | on whom to bestow it. "So much the more is this whelp the only creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, wh... | in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bound... | Hard Times |
"We are in the present tense, now." | Mr. James Harthouse | cigar with his little finger.<|quote|>"We are in the present tense, now."</|quote|>"Verb neuter, not to care. | striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger.<|quote|>"We are in the present tense, now."</|quote|>"Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First | companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger.<|quote|>"We are in the present... | and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him ... | called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. ... | glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think ... | creature she has ever cared for," thought Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that inde... | rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to car... | Hard Times |
"Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," | Young Thomas | in the present tense, now."<|quote|>"Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care,"</|quote|>returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" | his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now."<|quote|>"Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care,"</|quote|>returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you | he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now."<|quote|>"Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative... | if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. ... | when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed... | said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye a... | Mr. James Harthouse, turning it over and over. "So much the more. So much the more." Both in his sister's presence, and after she had left the room, the whelp took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutt... | he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut u... | Hard Times |
returned Tom. | No speaker | singular, she does not care,"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"Good! Very quaint!" said his | dost not care; third person singular, she does not care,"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean | Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care,"<|quote|>returned Tom.</... | did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash f... | It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own... | his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fir... | took no pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liki... | so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite ... | Hard Times |
"Good! Very quaint!" | Mr. James Harthouse | does not care," returned Tom.<|quote|>"Good! Very quaint!"</|quote|>said his friend. "Though you | care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom.<|quote|>"Good! Very quaint!"</|quote|>said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I | Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom.<|quote|>"Good! Very... | that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his c... | be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way... | knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as... | pains to hide his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for h... | a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same w... | Hard Times |
said his friend. | No speaker | returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!"<|quote|>said his friend.</|quote|>"Though you don't mean it." | singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!"<|quote|>said his friend.</|quote|>"Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," | ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!"<|quote|>said his frien... | yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his l... | in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking p... | entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in fro... | his contempt for Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, w... | ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch ... | Hard Times |
"Though you don't mean it." | Mr. James Harthouse | Very quaint!" said his friend.<|quote|>"Though you don't mean it."</|quote|>"But I _do_ mean it," | not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend.<|quote|>"Though you don't mean it."</|quote|>"But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! | cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend.<|quote|>"Though yo... | influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "W... | "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at ... | good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking... | Mr. Bounderby, whenever he could indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to re... | so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so ver... | Hard Times |
"But I _do_ mean it," | Young Thomas | "Though you don't mean it."<|quote|>"But I _do_ mean it,"</|quote|>cried Tom. "Upon my honour! | Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it."<|quote|>"But I _do_ mean it,"</|quote|>cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, | "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it."<|quote|>"But I _do_ ... | companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, ... | "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself ... | James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a co... | indulge it without the observation of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a litt... | but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observa... | Hard Times |
cried Tom. | No speaker | "But I _do_ mean it,"<|quote|>cried Tom.</|quote|>"Upon my honour! Why, you | "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it,"<|quote|>cried Tom.</|quote|>"Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, | tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it,"<|quote|>cried Tom.</|... | him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. In... | wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeabl... | don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "... | of that independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way... | Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed t... | Hard Times |
"Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." | Young Thomas | _do_ mean it," cried Tom.<|quote|>"Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby."</|quote|>"My dear fellow," returned the | don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom.<|quote|>"Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby."</|quote|>"My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound | "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom.<|quote|>"Upon my honour... | he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, p... | by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon ... | said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising from his end of the sofa, and lounging with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comic... | independent man, by making wry faces, or shutting one eye. Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by nigh... | for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but ta... | Hard Times |
"My dear fellow," | Mr. James Harthouse | does care for old Bounderby."<|quote|>"My dear fellow,"</|quote|>returned the other, "what am | really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby."<|quote|>"My dear fellow,"</|quote|>returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, when | care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby."<|quote|>"My dear fellow,"</|quote|... | old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third perso... | cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that ... | with his back against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. Ja... | the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby'... | and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthou... | Hard Times |
returned the other, | No speaker | old Bounderby." "My dear fellow,"<|quote|>returned the other,</|quote|>"what am I bound to | sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow,"<|quote|>returned the other,</|quote|>"what am I bound to suppose, when I find two | singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow,"<|quote|>returned the other,</|quote... | the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not... | Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to ... | against the chimney-piece, so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse.... | the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III... | eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Thank'ee," said Tom. "Thank'ee. Well, Mr. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fello... | Hard Times |
"what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?" | Mr. James Harthouse | dear fellow," returned the other,<|quote|>"what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?"</|quote|>Tom had by this time | care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other,<|quote|>"what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?"</|quote|>Tom had by this time got both his legs on | not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other,<|quote|>"what am I bound to suppos... | Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned... | lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He look... | so that he stood before the empty fire-grate as he smoked, in front of Tom and looking down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so ver... | showed an unusual liking for him. At last, when he rose to return to his hotel, and was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was... | Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased wi... | Hard Times |
Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his h... | No speaker | living in harmony and happiness?"<|quote|>Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater len... | I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?"<|quote|>Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched ... | _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?"<|quote|>Tom had by this time got both ... | in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried ... | pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and ... | down at him, observed: "What a comical brother-in-law you are!" "What a comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an... | was a little doubtful whether he knew the way by night, the whelp immediately proffered his services as guide, and turned out with him to escort him thither. [Picture: Mr. Harthouse dines at the Bounderby's] CHAPTER III THE WHELP IT was very remarkable that a young gentleman who had been brought up under one continuous... | to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," tho... | Hard Times |
"You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," | Young Thomas | so carelessly yet so potently.<|quote|>"You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>said Tom, "and therefore, you | face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently.<|quote|>"You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo | he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently.<|quote|>"You know our governor, Mr. Ha... | and happiness?" Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with t... | "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it,... | called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. ... | governing himself; but so it was with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthou... | being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderb... | Hard Times |
said Tom, | No speaker | know our governor, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"and therefore, you needn't be | carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old | length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"and th... | time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end o... | now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! ... | name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he la... | with Tom. It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. ... | the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" ... | Hard Times |
"and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." | Young Thomas | governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom,<|quote|>"and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him."</|quote|>"Very dutiful in your interesting | so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom,<|quote|>"and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him."</|quote|>"Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse. | reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom,<|quote|>"and therefore, you needn't b... | both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sof... | neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense. First person singular, I do not care; second person singular, thou dost not care; third person singular, she does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won... | I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and... | It was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe... | hope you have had about a dose of old Bounderby to-night." Tom said this with one eye shut up again, and looking over his glass knowingly, at his entertainer. "A very good fellow indeed!" returned Mr. James Harthouse. "You think so, don't you?" said Tom. And shut up his eye again. Mr. James Harthouse smiled; and rising... | Hard Times |
"Very dutiful in your interesting sister," | Mr. James Harthouse | Bounderby, and she took him."<|quote|>"Very dutiful in your interesting sister,"</|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, | and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him."<|quote|>"Very dutiful in your interesting sister,"</|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, but she wouldn't have been | not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him."<|quote|>"Very dutiful in... | it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face l... | does not care," returned Tom. "Good! Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, ... | about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking... | of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as coo... | him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, now." "Verb neuter, not to care. Indicative mood, present tense.... | Hard Times |
said Mr. James Harthouse. | No speaker | dutiful in your interesting sister,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse.</|quote|>"Yes, but she wouldn't have | and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sister,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse.</|quote|>"Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it | face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sister,"<|quote|>said ... | of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so ca... | Very quaint!" said his friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living... | rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, a... | monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than w... | companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present tense, ... | Hard Times |
"Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," | Young Thomas | sister," said Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily,"</|quote|>returned the whelp, "if it | "Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily,"</|quote|>returned the whelp, "if it hadn't been for me." The | him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"Y... | it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "Yo... | friend. "Though you don't mean it." "But I _do_ mean it," cried Tom. "Upon my honour! Why, you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happine... | day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasant... | was Tom. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. James Harthouse, when they came to the hotel. "I believe you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those pa... | such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon, with such a pair of whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have alway... | Hard Times |
returned the whelp, | No speaker | have come off as easily,"<|quote|>returned the whelp,</|quote|>"if it hadn't been for | dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily,"<|quote|>returned the whelp,</|quote|>"if it hadn't been for me." The tempter merely lifted | needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily,"<|quote|>returned the whelp,... | back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo marrie... | you won't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?" Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been alr... | wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hove... | you!" said Tom. He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever... | mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know." "His wife?" said Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whe... | Hard Times |
"if it hadn't been for me." | Young Thomas | as easily," returned the whelp,<|quote|>"if it hadn't been for me."</|quote|>The tempter merely lifted his | would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp,<|quote|>"if it hadn't been for me."</|quote|>The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was | that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp,<|quote|>"if it hadn't been f... | head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounde... | me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?" Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when... | "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and h... | He could do no less than ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to adm... | comical brother-in-law old Bounderby is, I think you mean," said Tom. "You are a piece of caustic, Tom," retorted Mr. James Harthouse. There was something so very agreeable in being so intimate with such a waistcoat; in being called Tom, in such an intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms so soon,... | Hard Times |
The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on. | No speaker | it hadn't been for me."<|quote|>The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on.</|quote|>"_I_ persuaded her," he said, | easily," returned the whelp, "if it hadn't been for me."<|quote|>The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on.</|quote|>"_I_ persuaded her," he said, with an edifying air of | never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp, "if it hadn't been for me."<|quote|>The tempter merely lifted hi... | sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lo... | suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?" Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he wo... | he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole sou... | ask Tom up; and Tom could do no less than go up. What with a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the... | influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "W... | Hard Times |
"_I_ persuaded her," | Young Thomas | was obliged to go on.<|quote|>"_I_ persuaded her,"</|quote|>he said, with an edifying | his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on.<|quote|>"_I_ persuaded her,"</|quote|>he said, with an edifying air of superiority. "I was | "Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp, "if it hadn't been for me." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on.<|quote|>"_I_ persuaded her,"</|quote|>h... | not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your in... | other, "what am I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?" Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to... | to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He l... | a cooling drink adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smo... | whiskers; that Tom was uncommonly pleased with himself. "Oh! I don't care for old Bounderby," said he, "if you mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It ... | Hard Times |
he said, with an edifying air of superiority. | No speaker | go on. "_I_ persuaded her,"<|quote|>he said, with an edifying air of superiority.</|quote|>"I was stuck into old | the whelp was obliged to go on. "_I_ persuaded her,"<|quote|>he said, with an edifying air of superiority.</|quote|>"I was stuck into old Bounderby's bank (where I never | your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp, "if it hadn't been for me." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on. "_I_ persuaded her,"<|quote|>he said, with an edifying a... | eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sist... | I bound to suppose, when I find two married people living in harmony and happiness?" Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something th... | the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his ... | adapted to the weather, but not so weak as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little wh... | mean that. I have always called old Bounderby by the same name when I have talked about him, and I have always thought of him in the same way. I am not going to begin to be polite now, about old Bounderby. It would be rather late in the day." "Don't mind me," returned James; "but take care when his wife is by, you know... | Hard Times |
"I was stuck into old Bounderby's bank (where I never wanted to be), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so I told her my wishes, and she came into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" | Young Thomas | an edifying air of superiority.<|quote|>"I was stuck into old Bounderby's bank (where I never wanted to be), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so I told her my wishes, and she came into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?"</|quote|>"It w... | persuaded her," he said, with an edifying air of superiority.<|quote|>"I was stuck into old Bounderby's bank (where I never wanted to be), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so I told her my wishes, and she came into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of h... | but she wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp, "if it hadn't been for me." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on. "_I_ persuaded her," he said, with an edifying air of superiority.<|quote|>"I was stuck into old Bounderby's bank ... | so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefore, you needn't be surprised that Loo married old Bounderby. She never had a lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful in your interesting sister," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Yes, but she ... | married people living in harmony and happiness?" Tom had by this time got both his legs on the sofa. If his second leg had not been already there when he was called a dear fellow, he would have put it up at that great stage of the conversation. Feeling it necessary to do something then, he stretched himself out at grea... | in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yielded to this influence. He looked at his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiring... | as cool; and what with a rarer tobacco than was to be bought in those parts; Tom was soon in a highly free and easy state at his end of the sofa, and more than ever disposed to admire his new friend at the other end. Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his frie... | James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, and he must give up his whole soul if required. It certainly did seem that the whelp yield... | Hard Times |
"It was charming, Tom!" | Mr. James Harthouse | game of her, wasn't it?"<|quote|>"It was charming, Tom!"</|quote|>"Not that it was altogether | for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?"<|quote|>"It was charming, Tom!"</|quote|>"Not that it was altogether so important to her as | old Bounderby's bank (where I never wanted to be), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so I told her my wishes, and she came into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?"<|quote|>"It was charming, Tom!"</|quote|>"Not that it was altogether so ... | been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp, "if it hadn't been for me." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on. "_I_ persuaded her," he said, with an edifying air of superiority. "I was stuck into old Bounderby's bank (where I never wanted to be), ... | then, he stretched himself out at greater length, and, reclining with the back of his head on the end of the sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not too sober eyes, towards the face looking down upon him so carelessly yet so potently. "You know our governor, Mr. Hart... | his companion sneakingly, he looked at him admiringly, he looked at him boldly, and put up one leg on the sofa. "My sister Loo?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. James Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger. "We are in the present ten... | been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. "He don't seem to care about his dress," thought Tom, "and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is!" Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. "Th... | Tom. "My sister Loo? O yes!" And he laughed, and took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, smoking his cigar in his own easy way, and looking pleasantly at the whelp, as if he knew himself to be a kind of agreeable demon who had only to hover over him, ... | Hard Times |
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