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"Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," | Young Thomas | it?" "It was charming, Tom!"<|quote|>"Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me,"</|quote|>continued Tom coolly, "because my | very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!"<|quote|>"Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me,"</|quote|>continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!"<|quote|>"Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me,"</|... | 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), and I knew I should g... | 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. Harthouse," said Tom, "and ther... | 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, now." "Verb neuter, not t... | 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 Tom. "Th... | 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 certainly did see... | Hard Times |
continued Tom coolly, | No speaker | as it was to me,"<|quote|>continued Tom coolly,</|quote|>"because my liberty and comfort, | altogether so important to her as it was to me,"<|quote|>continued Tom coolly,</|quote|>"because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me,"<|quote|>continued Tom coolly,</|quote|>"because my liberty and comfort, and p... | 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), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so I told her... | 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 Bounderby. She nev... | 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. First person singular, I do no... | 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. Harthouse, I hope you have had about a dose of old Bounde... | 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. Harthouse,... | Hard Times |
"because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." | Young Thomas | to me," continued Tom coolly,<|quote|>"because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her."</|quo... | to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly,<|quote|>"because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thi... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly,<|quote|>"because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on... | 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), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so I told her my wishes, an... | 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... | "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. First person singular, I do not care; secon... | 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... | 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 companion... | Hard Times |
"Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." | Mr. James Harthouse | a good thing in her."<|quote|>"Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly."</|quote|>"Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous | Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her."<|quote|>"Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly."</|quote|>"Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. | comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her."<|quote|>"Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly."</|quot... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no o... | 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." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp w... | 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't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My... | 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 lounging with his... | "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 who had only to... | Hard Times |
"Oh," | Young Thomas | she gets on so placidly."<|quote|>"Oh,"</|quote|>returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, | in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly."<|quote|>"Oh,"</|quote|>returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A | it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly."<|quote|>"Oh,"</|quote|>returned Tom, with contemptuous patrona... | came into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home w... | 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." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on. "_I_ persuaded her," he said... | 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," returned the other, "what am I boun... | 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... | 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." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. Jame... | Hard Times |
returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, | No speaker | gets on so placidly." "Oh,"<|quote|>returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage,</|quote|>"she's a regular girl. A | her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh,"<|quote|>returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage,</|quote|>"she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. | and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh,"<|quote|>returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage,</|quote|>... | into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was li... | 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." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on. "_I_ persuaded her," he said, wit... | 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," returned the other, "what am I bound to suppo... | 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 st... | 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 lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, and she took him." "Very dutiful ... | Hard Times |
"she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a ... | Young Thomas | returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage,<|quote|>"she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often... | gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage,<|quote|>"she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within hersel... | lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage,<|quote|>"she's a regular girl. A girl ... | anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail espec... | 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," he said, with an edifying air of superio... | 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, when I find two married p... | 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 fire-gr... | 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. "Though you don't mean it." "But ... | Hard Times |
"Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," | Mr. James Harthouse | an hour at a stretch."<|quote|>"Ay, ay? Has resources of her own,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not | and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch."<|quote|>"Ay, ay? Has resources of her own,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as | and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch."<|quote|>"Ay, ay? Has resources of her own,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, smokin... | as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well ... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom cool... | 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 head on the ... | 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 intimate way... | 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't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my siste... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse, smoking quietly. | No speaker | Has resources of her own,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, smoking quietly.</|quote|>"Not so much of that | at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, smoking quietly.</|quote|>"Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned | as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, smoking quietly.</|quote|>"Not so much of that as ... | for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo ... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and ... | 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 sofa, and smoking wi... | "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 intimate way, by such a voice; in being on such off-hand terms ... | 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't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bo... | Hard Times |
"Not so much of that as you may suppose," | Young Thomas | own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly.<|quote|>"Not so much of that as you may suppose,"</|quote|>returned Tom; "for our governor | ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly.<|quote|>"Not so much of that as you may suppose,"</|quote|>returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all | Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly.<|quote|>"Not so much of that as you may suppose,"</|quote|>re... | still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a ... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my ... | 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 sofa, and smoking with an infinite as... | 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, with such a pair of wh... | 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... | Hard Times |
returned Tom; | No speaker | that as you may suppose,"<|quote|>returned Tom;</|quote|>"for our governor had her | quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose,"<|quote|>returned Tom;</|quote|>"for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of | common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose,"<|quote|>returned Tom;</|quote|>"for our governor had her cramm... | delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up w... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no othe... | 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 sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face... | "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 with hi... | 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. Harthouse," s... | Hard Times |
"for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." | Young Thomas | you may suppose," returned Tom;<|quote|>"for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system."</|quote|>"Formed his daughter on his | so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom;<|quote|>"for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system."</|quote|>"Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His | of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom;<|quote|>"for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of ... | she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, a... | her my wishes, and she came into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover... | 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 sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumption of negligence, turned his common face, and not t... | 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 with himself. "O... | "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 happiness?" Tom... | Hard Times |
"Formed his daughter on his own model?" | Mr. James Harthouse | and sawdust. It's his system."<|quote|>"Formed his daughter on his own model?"</|quote|>suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! | all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system."<|quote|>"Formed his daughter on his own model?"</|quote|>suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he | sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system."<|quote|>"Formed his daughter on his own model?"</|qu... | can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resourc... | game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It was... | 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... | 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 Bounderby by t... | 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 Bounderby. She never h... | Hard Times |
suggested Harthouse. | No speaker | daughter on his own model?"<|quote|>suggested Harthouse.</|quote|>"His daughter? Ah! and everybody | It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?"<|quote|>suggested Harthouse.</|quote|>"His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me | hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?"<|quote|>suggested Harthouse.</|quote|>"His... | down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoki... | charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lov... | 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. Harthouse," s... | 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 about ... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my ... | Hard Times |
"His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" | Young Thomas | his own model?" suggested Harthouse.<|quote|>"His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!"</|quote|>said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, | system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse.<|quote|>"His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!"</|quote|>said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his | a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse.<|quote|>"His daughter? Ah! an... | the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quiet... | "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bound... | 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. Harthouse," said Tom, "and ther... | 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 about him, and I ha... | 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," he said, with an edifying air of superiority. "I was stuck into old Bo... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | he formed Me that way!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Impossible!" "He did, though," said | Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I | quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Impos... | another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned T... | to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly de... | 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 Bounderby. ... | 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 going... | 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 looking down upon him... | Hard Times |
"Impossible!" | Mr. James Harthouse | Me that way!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Impossible!"</|quote|>"He did, though," said Tom, | everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Impossible!"</|quote|>"He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean | so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Impossible!"</|quote|>"He di... | though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our gover... | continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful... | 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 Bounderby. She nev... | 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 going to begi... | 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 already... | Hard Times |
"He did, though," | Young Thomas | that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!"<|quote|>"He did, though,"</|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head. | else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!"<|quote|>"He did, though,"</|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. | much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!"<|quote|>"He did, though,"<... | Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had... | Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she ... | 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 Bounderby. She never h... | 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 going to begin to be p... | 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 wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come o... | Hard Times |
said Tom, shaking his head. | No speaker | Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though,"<|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head.</|quote|>"I mean to say, Mr. | formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though,"<|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head.</|quote|>"I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first | as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though,"<|quote|>said Tom, sha... | girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her cram... | my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly."... | 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 lover, a... | 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, abou... | 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 in harmony and hap... | Hard Times |
"I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." | Young Thomas | said Tom, shaking his head.<|quote|>"I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does."</|quote|>"Come, Tom! I can hardly | Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head.<|quote|>"I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does."</|quote|>"Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a | Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head.<|quote|>"I mean to say,... | sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry... | perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with co... | 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 lover, and the governor proposed old ... | 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 ... | 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), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so I told her... | Hard Times |
"Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." | Mr. James Harthouse | life, than any oyster does."<|quote|>"Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke."</|quote|>"Upon my soul!" said the | and knew no more about life, than any oyster does."<|quote|>"Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke."</|quote|>"Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I | he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does."<|quote|>"Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke'... | her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!"... | another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Beside... | 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 wouldn't have been as dutiful, and it would not have come off as easily," returned the whelp, "if... | 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 took a... | 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't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you re... | Hard Times |
"Upon my soul!" | Young Thomas | that. A joke's a joke."<|quote|>"Upon my soul!"</|quote|>said the whelp. "I am | Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke."<|quote|>"Upon my soul!"</|quote|>said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He | said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke."<|quote|>"Upon my soul!"</|quote|>said the whelp. "I am serious;... | as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his... | thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl.... | 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." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; bu... | 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 took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse con... | 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 do something... | Hard Times |
said the whelp. | No speaker | a joke." "Upon my soul!"<|quote|>said the whelp.</|quote|>"I am serious; I am | hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!"<|quote|>said the whelp.</|quote|>"I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great | his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!"<|quote|>said the whelp.</|quote|>"I am serious; I am indeed!" He ... | suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I m... | "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut h... | 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." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp w... | 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 took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to loun... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no o... | Hard Times |
"I am serious; I am indeed!" | Young Thomas | my soul!" said the whelp.<|quote|>"I am serious; I am indeed!"</|quote|>He smoked with great gravity | A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp.<|quote|>"I am serious; I am indeed!"</|quote|>He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little | mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp.<|quote|>"I am serious; I am indeed!"</|quote|>He smoked with g... | "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthous... | she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, a... | 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." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go ... | 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 took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the... | 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... | Hard Times |
He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, | No speaker | am serious; I am indeed!"<|quote|>He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone,</|quote|>"Oh! I have picked up | soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!"<|quote|>He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone,</|quote|>"Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't | when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!"<|quote|>He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little whil... | with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and... | returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known h... | 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." The tempter merely lifted his eyebrows; but the whelp was obliged to go on. "_I_ persuaded her," he said, wit... | 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 took a little more of the cooling drink. James Harthouse continued to lounge in the same place and attitude, sm... | 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, ... | Hard Times |
"Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." | Young Thomas | in a highly complacent tone,<|quote|>"Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor."</|quote|>"And your intelligent sister?" "My | little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone,<|quote|>"Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor."</|quote|>"And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where | no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone,<|quote|>"Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't... | Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does."... | to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking qu... | 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), and I knew I shou... | 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 to be a ki... | 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), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby'... | Hard Times |
"And your intelligent sister?" | Mr. James Harthouse | no thanks to the governor."<|quote|>"And your intelligent sister?"</|quote|>"My intelligent sister is about | I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor."<|quote|>"And your intelligent sister?"</|quote|>"My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used | the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor."<|quote|>"And your intelligent sister?"</|quote|>"My intelligen... | head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gra... | common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts... | 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), 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 woul... | 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... | 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 look... | Hard Times |
"My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," | Young Thomas | governor." "And your intelligent sister?"<|quote|>"My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind,"</|quote|>he sagaciously added, puffing at | myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?"<|quote|>"My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind,"</|quote|>he sagac... | serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?"<|quote|>"My intelligent sister is about where sh... | say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity ... | She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and saw... | 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), 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... | 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 ... | 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... | Hard Times |
he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. | No speaker | since. But _she_ don't mind,"<|quote|>he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again.</|quote|>"Girls can always get on, | to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind,"<|quote|>he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again.</|quote|>"Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank | governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind,"<|quote|>he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar... | said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is ... | suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I m... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no o... | 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?" said Tom. "_She_ never cared for old Bounderby." "That's the ... | anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail espec... | Hard Times |
"Girls can always get on, somehow." | Young Thomas | puffing at his cigar again.<|quote|>"Girls can always get on, somehow."</|quote|>"Calling at the Bank yesterday | don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again.<|quote|>"Girls can always get on, somehow."</|quote|>"Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, | is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again.<|quote|>"Girls can always get on, somehow."</|quote|>"Calling at ... | indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to com... | crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left ... | came into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home w... | 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." "That's the past tense, Tom," returned Mr. Jame... | "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," ... | Hard Times |
"Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," | Mr. James Harthouse | can always get on, somehow."<|quote|>"Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister,"</|quote|>observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing | at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow."<|quote|>"Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister,"</|quote|>observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant | used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow."<|quote|>"Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. B... | and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fa... | bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby... | anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail espec... | 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 from ... | 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 lover, and the governor proposed old Bounderby, ... | Hard Times |
observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. | No speaker | great admiration for your sister,"<|quote|>observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out.</|quote|>"Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! | there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister,"<|quote|>observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out.</|quote|>"Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, | is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister,"<|quote|>observed Mr. ... | that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," ... | that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my s... | it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfe... | 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. First person si... | was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but sti... | Hard Times |
"Mother Sparsit!" | Young Thomas | he had now smoked out.<|quote|>"Mother Sparsit!"</|quote|>said Tom. "What! you have | small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out.<|quote|>"Mother Sparsit!"</|quote|>said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" | again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out.<|quote|>"Mother ... | sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank y... | Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a lit... | on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a r... | "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 person singular, she ... | for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo ... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"What! you have seen her | of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"What! you have seen her already, have you?" His friend | can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!"<|quote|>said... | about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday e... | when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and t... | and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular ... | 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 car... | Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does."... | Hard Times |
"What! you have seen her already, have you?" | Young Thomas | out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom.<|quote|>"What! you have seen her already, have you?"</|quote|>His friend nodded. Tom took | cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom.<|quote|>"What! you have seen her already, have you?"</|quote|>His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his | get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom.<|quote|>"What... | she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for ... | first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then add... | had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A ... | 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... | "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bound... | Hard Times |
His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. | No speaker | seen her already, have you?"<|quote|>His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger.</|quote|>"Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo | said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?"<|quote|>His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger.</|quote|>"Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admirati... | evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?"<|quote|>His frien... | that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ... | I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have ... | was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settle... | 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!" said his friend. "Though y... | 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), and I knew I should get into scrapes there, if she put old Bounderby's pipe out; so ... | Hard Times |
"Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," | Young Thomas | several times with his finger.<|quote|>"Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Say affection and | and to tap his nose several times with his finger.<|quote|>"Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set | now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger.<|quote|>"Mother Sparsit's feeling for ... | at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mo... | am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was... | gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and t... | 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't tell me, Mr. Harthouse, that you really suppose my sister Loo does care for old Bounderby." "My dear fellow," returned the... | else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A jo... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | than admiration, I should think,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Say affection and devotion. Mother | feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap | already, have you?" His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Say... | the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?... | for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon... | regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch."... | 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... | 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?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and ... | Hard Times |
"Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" | Young Thomas | I should think," said Tom.<|quote|>"Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!"</|quote|>These were the last words | Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom.<|quote|>"Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!"</|quote|>These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before | you?" His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom.<|quote|>"Say affection and devotion... | yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" His fri... | little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that... | A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has ... | 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 in harmony an... | comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned... | Hard Times |
These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: | No speaker | was a bachelor. Oh no!"<|quote|>These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying:</|quote|>"Come, it's late. Be off!" | cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!"<|quote|>These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying:</|quote|>"Come, it's late. B... | grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!"<|quote|>These were t... | your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater ... | don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is about where she was. She used to complain to me that she had nothing to fall back upon, that girls usually fall back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ do... | just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may supp... | 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... | first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then add... | Hard Times |
"Come, it's late. Be off!" | Mr. James Harthouse | also of a voice saying:<|quote|>"Come, it's late. Be off!"</|quote|>"Well!" he said, scrambling from | up with a boot, and also of a voice saying:<|quote|>"Come, it's late. Be off!"</|quote|>"Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take | he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying:<|quote|>"Come, it's late. Be off!"</|quote|>"Well!" he sai... | shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. O... | back upon; and I don't see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for ... | "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Wh... | 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 head on the ... | into them. She would do anything for me. It was very game of her, wasn't it?" "It was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was li... | Hard Times |
"Well!" | Young Thomas | "Come, it's late. Be off!"<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>he said, scrambling from the | also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!"<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my | no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!"<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>he said, scrambling from the... | had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the l... | see how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed ... | her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!"... | 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 sofa, and sm... | Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly ... | Hard Times |
he said, scrambling from the sofa. | No speaker | it's late. Be off!" "Well!"<|quote|>he said, scrambling from the sofa.</|quote|>"I must take my leave | of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!"<|quote|>he said, scrambling from the sofa.</|quote|>"I must take my leave of you though. I say. | These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!"<|quote|>he said, scrambling from the sofa.</|quote... | grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last ... | how she is to have got over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. ... | own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" sai... | 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 sofa, and smoking... | her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!"... | Hard Times |
"I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild." | Young Thomas | said, scrambling from the sofa.<|quote|>"I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild."</|quote|>"Yes, it's too mild," returned | late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa.<|quote|>"I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild."</|quote|>"Yes, it's too mild," returned his entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously | by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa.<|quote|>"I must take my leave of you though. I s... | expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy dr... | over that since. But _she_ don't mind," he sagaciously added, puffing at his cigar again. "Girls can always get on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwi... | so much of that as you may suppose," returned Tom; "for our governor had her crammed with all sorts of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said ... | 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 sofa, and smoking with an infinite assumptio... | was charming, Tom!" "Not that it was altogether so important to her as it was to me," continued Tom coolly, "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another... | Hard Times |
"Yes, it's too mild," | Mr. James Harthouse | tobacco. But it's too mild."<|quote|>"Yes, it's too mild,"</|quote|>returned his entertainer. "It's it's | say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild."<|quote|>"Yes, it's too mild,"</|quote|>returned his entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously mild," said Tom. "Where's | latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild."<|quote|>"Yes, it's too mild,"</|quote|>returned his entertainer. ... | admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream ... | on, somehow." "Calling at the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have s... | of dry bones and sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bo... | 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 looking... | "because my liberty and comfort, and perhaps my getting on, depended on it; and she had no other lover, and staying at home was like staying in jail especially when I was gone. It wasn't as if she gave up another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so p... | Hard Times |
returned his entertainer. | No speaker | mild." "Yes, it's too mild,"<|quote|>returned his entertainer.</|quote|>"It's it's ridiculously mild," said | good tobacco. But it's too mild." "Yes, it's too mild,"<|quote|>returned his entertainer.</|quote|>"It's it's ridiculously mild," said Tom. "Where's the door! Good | uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild." "Yes, it's too mild,"<|quote|>returned his entertainer.</|quote|>"It's it's ridiculo... | said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a bo... | the Bank yesterday evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?... | sawdust. It's his system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was ... | 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... | "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp.... | Hard Times |
"It's it's ridiculously mild," | Young Thomas | too mild," returned his entertainer.<|quote|>"It's it's ridiculously mild,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Where's the door! | it's too mild." "Yes, it's too mild," returned his entertainer.<|quote|>"It's it's ridiculously mild,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Where's the door! Good night!" He had another | being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild." "Yes, it's too mild," returned his entertainer.<|quote|>"It's it's ridiculously mild,"</|quote|>said... | affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of... | evening, for Mr. Bounderby's address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" His friend nodded... | system." "Formed his daughter on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warmi... | 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 carelessly yet so poten... | said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I can hardly believe that. A joke's a joke." "Upon my soul!" said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously mild,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Where's the door! Good night!" | it's too mild," returned his entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously mild,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Where's the door! Good night!" He had another odd dream | a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild." "Yes, it's too mild," returned his entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously mild,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Where's the doo... | Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's la... | address, I found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of h... | on his own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about... | 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. "You know our gover... | for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo ... | Hard Times |
"Where's the door! Good night!" | Young Thomas | it's ridiculously mild," said Tom.<|quote|>"Where's the door! Good night!"</|quote|>He had another odd dream | mild," returned his entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously mild," said Tom.<|quote|>"Where's the door! Good night!"</|quote|>He had another odd dream of being taken by a | and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild." "Yes, it's too mild," returned his entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously mild," said Tom.<|quote|>"Where's the door! Good night!"</... | set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "... | found an ancient lady there, who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, t... | own model?" suggested Harthouse. "His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, ... | 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... | gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and t... | Hard Times |
He had another odd dream of being taken by a waiter through a mist, which, after giving him some trouble and difficulty, resolved itself into the main street, in which he stood alone. He then walked home pretty easily, though not yet free from an impression of the presence and influence of his new friend as if he were ... | No speaker | "Where's the door! Good night!"<|quote|>He had another odd dream of being taken by a waiter through a mist, which, after giving him some trouble and difficulty, resolved itself into the main street, in which he stood alone. He then walked home pretty easily, though not yet free from an impression of the presence and in... | it's ridiculously mild," said Tom. "Where's the door! Good night!"<|quote|>He had another odd dream of being taken by a waiter through a mist, which, after giving him some trouble and difficulty, resolved itself into the main street, in which he stood alone. He then walked home pretty easily, though not yet free from a... | saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But it's too mild." "Yes, it's too mild," returned his entertainer. "It's it's ridiculously mild," said Tom. "Where's the door! Good night!"<|quote|>He had another odd dr... | when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scramblin... | who seems to entertain great admiration for your sister," observed Mr. James Harthouse, throwing away the last small remnant of the cigar he had now smoked out. "Mother Sparsit!" said Tom. "What! you have seen her already, have you?" His friend nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had ... | daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way!" said Tom. "Impossible!" "He did, though," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does." "Come, Tom! I c... | 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. Harthouse," said Tom, "and therefor... | It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's not a common sort of girl. She can shut herself up within herself, and think as I have often known her sit and watch the fire for an hour at a stretch." "Ay, ay? Has resources of her own," said Harthouse, smoking quietly. "Not so much of that as you ... | Hard Times |
"Good!" | _unknowable | and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!"<|quote|>"Good!"</|quote|>"Hear, hear, hear!" "Hurrah!" and | Humanity, and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!"<|quote|>"Good!"</|quote|>"Hear, hear, hear!" "Hurrah!" and other cries, arose in many | crumble into dust the oppressors that too long have battened upon the plunder of our families, upon the sweat of our brows, upon the labour of our hands, upon the strength of our sinews, upon the God-created glorious rights of Humanity, and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!"<|quote|>"Good!"</|quote|>... | my friends, the down-trodden operatives of Coketown! Oh, my friends and fellow-countrymen, the slaves of an iron-handed and a grinding despotism! Oh, my friends and fellow-sufferers, and fellow-workmen, and fellow-men! I tell you that the hour is come, when we must rally round one another as One united power, and crumb... | if he were lounging somewhere in the air, in the same negligent attitude, regarding him with the same look. The whelp went home, and went to bed. If he had had any sense of what he had done that night, and had been less of a whelp and more of a brother, he might have turned short on the road, might have gone down to th... | had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the l... | another lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Beside... | said the whelp. "I am serious; I am indeed!" He smoked with great gravity and dignity for a little while, and then added, in a highly complacent tone, "Oh! I have picked up a little since. I don't deny that. But I have done it myself; no thanks to the governor." "And your intelligent sister?" "My intelligent sister is ... | Hard Times |
"Hear, hear, hear!" | _unknowable | eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!"<|quote|>"Hear, hear, hear!"</|quote|>"Hurrah!" and other cries, arose | and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!"<|quote|>"Hear, hear, hear!"</|quote|>"Hurrah!" and other cries, arose in many voices from various | into dust the oppressors that too long have battened upon the plunder of our families, upon the sweat of our brows, upon the labour of our hands, upon the strength of our sinews, upon the God-created glorious rights of Humanity, and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!"<|quote|>"Hear, hear, hear... | friends, the down-trodden operatives of Coketown! Oh, my friends and fellow-countrymen, the slaves of an iron-handed and a grinding despotism! Oh, my friends and fellow-sufferers, and fellow-workmen, and fellow-men! I tell you that the hour is come, when we must rally round one another as One united power, and crumble ... | he were lounging somewhere in the air, in the same negligent attitude, regarding him with the same look. The whelp went home, and went to bed. If he had had any sense of what he had done that night, and had been less of a whelp and more of a brother, he might have turned short on the road, might have gone down to the i... | grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last ... | lover for old Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, thoug... | nodded. Tom took his cigar out of his mouth, to shut up his eye (which had grown rather unmanageable) with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never se... | Hard Times |
"Hurrah!" | _unknowable | Brotherhood!" "Good!" "Hear, hear, hear!"<|quote|>"Hurrah!"</|quote|>and other cries, arose in | holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!" "Hear, hear, hear!"<|quote|>"Hurrah!"</|quote|>and other cries, arose in many voices from various parts | oppressors that too long have battened upon the plunder of our families, upon the sweat of our brows, upon the labour of our hands, upon the strength of our sinews, upon the God-created glorious rights of Humanity, and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!" "Hear, hear, hear!"<|quote|>"Hurrah!"</... | operatives of Coketown! Oh, my friends and fellow-countrymen, the slaves of an iron-handed and a grinding despotism! Oh, my friends and fellow-sufferers, and fellow-workmen, and fellow-men! I tell you that the hour is come, when we must rally round one another as One united power, and crumble into dust the oppressors t... | somewhere in the air, in the same negligent attitude, regarding him with the same look. The whelp went home, and went to bed. If he had had any sense of what he had done that night, and had been less of a whelp and more of a brother, he might have turned short on the road, might have gone down to the ill-smelling river... | with the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, ... | Bounderby; but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a gir... | drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said, scrambling from the sofa. "I must take my leave of you though. I say. Yours is very good tobacco. But i... | Hard Times |
and other cries, arose in many voices from various parts of the densely crowded and suffocatingly close Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By dint of roaring ... | No speaker | "Good!" "Hear, hear, hear!" "Hurrah!"<|quote|>and other cries, arose in many voices from various parts of the densely crowded and suffocatingly close Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and wa... | and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!" "Hear, hear, hear!" "Hurrah!"<|quote|>and other cries, arose in many voices from various parts of the densely crowded and suffocatingly close Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had decla... | that too long have battened upon the plunder of our families, upon the sweat of our brows, upon the labour of our hands, upon the strength of our sinews, upon the God-created glorious rights of Humanity, and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!" "Hear, hear, hear!" "Hurrah!"<|quote|>and other cr... | of Coketown! Oh, my friends and fellow-countrymen, the slaves of an iron-handed and a grinding despotism! Oh, my friends and fellow-sufferers, and fellow-workmen, and fellow-men! I tell you that the hour is come, when we must rally round one another as One united power, and crumble into dust the oppressors that too lon... | in the air, in the same negligent attitude, regarding him with the same look. The whelp went home, and went to bed. If he had had any sense of what he had done that night, and had been less of a whelp and more of a brother, he might have turned short on the road, might have gone down to the ill-smelling river that was ... | the greater expression, and to tap his nose several times with his finger. "Mother Sparsit's feeling for Loo is more than admiration, I should think," said Tom. "Say affection and devotion. Mother Sparsit never set her cap at Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, befor... | but still it was a good thing in her." "Perfectly delightful. And she gets on so placidly." "Oh," returned Tom, with contemptuous patronage, "she's a regular girl. A girl can get on anywhere. She has settled down to the life, and _she_ don't mind. It does just as well as another. Besides, though Loo is a girl, she's no... | Bounderby when he was a bachelor. Oh no!" These were the last words spoken by the whelp, before a giddy drowsiness came upon him, followed by complete oblivion. He was roused from the latter state by an uneasy dream of being stirred up with a boot, and also of a voice saying: "Come, it's late. Be off!" "Well!" he said,... | Hard Times |
The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. | No speaker | for Freedom and for Right?"<|quote|>The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard.</|quote|>"Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" | associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?"<|quote|>The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard.</|quote|>"Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear | time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?"<|quote|>The assembly was divided at this point. There wer... | to abide by the injunctions issued by that body for your benefit, whatever they may be what, I ask you, will you say of that working-man, since such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a t... | pad, and concentrated all his revived forces, in a sneer of great disdain and bitterness. "But oh, my friends and brothers! Oh, men and Englishmen, the down-trodden operatives of Coketown! What shall we say of that man that working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practicall... | to be, somehow or other, worse than it might be; that every man considered it incumbent on him to join the rest, towards the making of it better; that every man felt his only hope to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the ... | of our sinews, upon the God-created glorious rights of Humanity, and upon the holy and eternal privileges of Brotherhood!" "Good!" "Hear, hear, hear!" "Hurrah!" and other cries, arose in many voices from various parts of the densely crowded and suffocatingly close Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivere... | no human means, raise out of the slough of inanity to their own intellectual level, it was particularly strange, and it was even particularly affecting, to see this crowd of earnest faces, whose honesty in the main no competent observer free from bias could doubt, so agitated by such a leader. Good! Hear, hear! Hurrah!... | Hard Times |
"Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" | _unknowable | condemnation of a man unheard.<|quote|>"Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!"</|quote|>"Put him up!" "Let's hear | much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard.<|quote|>"Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!"</|quote|>"Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said | hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard.<|quote|>"Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!... | acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the ga... | What shall we say of that man that working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremb... | man felt his only hope to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the... | voices from various parts of the densely crowded and suffocatingly close Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By dint of roaring at the top of his voice under a... | to join the rest, towards the making of it better; that every man felt his only hope to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any... | Hard Times |
"Put him up!" | _unknowable | "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!"<|quote|>"Put him up!"</|quote|>"Let's hear him!" Such things | condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!"<|quote|>"Put him up!"</|quote|>"Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. | _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!"<|quote|>"Put him up!"</|quote|>"Let... | at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and ... | that man that working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to su... | to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the roof and the whitened ... | the densely crowded and suffocatingly close Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By dint of roaring at the top of his voice under a flaring gaslight, clenching ... | incumbent on him to join the rest, towards the making of it better; that every man felt his only hope to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have bee... | Hard Times |
"Let's hear him!" | _unknowable | right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!"<|quote|>"Let's hear him!"</|quote|>Such things were said on | man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!"<|quote|>"Let's hear him!"</|quote|>Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong | of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!"<|quote|>"Let's hear him!"</|quote|... | time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?... | working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to subscribe to the... | his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the roof and the whitened brick wal... | and suffocatingly close Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By dint of roaring at the top of his voice under a flaring gaslight, clenching his fists, knitting ... | wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the roof and the whitened brick walls. Nor could any such spectator fail to know in his own breast, that these men, through their very delusions, sho... | Hard Times |
Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, | No speaker | him up!" "Let's hear him!"<|quote|>Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out,</|quote|>"Is the man heer? If | sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!"<|quote|>Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out,</|quote|>"Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's | in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!"<|quote|>Such things were said on man... | post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was... | should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to subscribe to the funds of the United... | to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the roof and the whitened brick walls. Nor could any su... | Hall, in which the orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By dint of roaring at the top of his voice under a flaring gaslight, clenching his fists, knitting his brows, setting his t... | one moment there. That every man felt his condition to be, somehow or other, worse than it might be; that every man considered it incumbent on him to join the rest, towards the making of it better; that every man felt his only hope to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this... | Hard Times |
Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence. | No speaker | man himseln, 'stead o' yo."<|quote|>Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence.</|quote|>"Oh,... | heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo."<|quote|>Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was... | too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo."<|quote|>Which was received with a... | you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a ma... | land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to subscribe to the funds of the United Aggregate Tribunal, and to abide by the injunctions issued by that body for your benefit, whatever they may be what, I ask you, will you say of that working-man, since such... | must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the roof and the whitened brick walls. Nor could any such spectator fail to know in his own breast, that these men, through their very delusions, showed great qualities, susceptible of being turned to the happiest and best account;... | heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By dint of roaring at the top of his voice under a flaring gaslight, clenching his fists, knitting his brows, setting his teeth, and pounding with his arms, he had taken so much out of himself by this time, that he was brought to a stop, and called for a glass of water. As he stoo... | honesty in the main no competent observer free from bias could doubt, so agitated by such a leader. Good! Hear, hear! Hurrah! The eagerness both of attention and intention, exhibited in all the countenances, made them a most impressive sight. There was no carelessness, no languor, no idle curiosity; none of the many sh... | Hard Times |
said Slackbridge then, shaking his head with violent scorn, | No speaker | "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!"<|quote|>said Slackbridge then, shaking his head with violent scorn,</|quote|>"I do not wonder that | there was a profound silence. "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!"<|quote|>said Slackbridge then, shaking his head with violent scorn,</|quote|>"I do not wonder that you, the prostrate sons of | was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence. "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!"<|quote|>said Slackbrid... | strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was received with a round of ap... | say of that working-man, since such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will... | being turned to the happiest and best account; and that to pretend (on the strength of sweeping axioms, howsoever cut and dried) that they went astray wholly without cause, and of their own irrational wills, was to pretend that there could be smoke without fire, death without birth, harvest without seed, anything or ev... | brought to a stop, and called for a glass of water. As he stood there, trying to quench his fiery face with his drink of water, the comparison between the orator and the crowd of attentive faces turned towards him, was extremely to his disadvantage. Judging him by Nature's evidence, he was above the mass in very little... | so agitated by such a leader. Good! Hear, hear! Hurrah! The eagerness both of attention and intention, exhibited in all the countenances, made them a most impressive sight. There was no carelessness, no languor, no idle curiosity; none of the many shades of indifference to be seen in all other assemblies, visible for o... | Hard Times |
Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedin... | No speaker | existed, and this man exists!"<|quote|>Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There w... | Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!"<|quote|>Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand a... | then, shaking his head with violent scorn, "I do not wonder that you, the prostrate sons of labour, are incredulous of the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!"<|quote|>Here, a brief press and con... | with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence. "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!" said Slackbridge then, shaking his ... | and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sur... | or everything produced from nothing. The orator having refreshed himself, wiped his corrugated forehead from left to right several times with his handkerchief folded into a pad, and concentrated all his revived forces, in a sneer of great disdain and bitterness. "But oh, my friends and brothers! Oh, men and Englishmen,... | above the mass in very little but the stage on which he stood. In many great respects he was essentially below them. He was not so honest, he was not so manly, he was not so good-humoured; he substituted cunning for their simplicity, and passion for their safe solid sense. An ill-made, high-shouldered man, with lowerin... | his revived forces, in a sneer of great disdain and bitterness. "But oh, my friends and brothers! Oh, men and Englishmen, the down-trodden operatives of Coketown! What shall we say of that man that working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with... | Hard Times |
said he, | No speaker | his own hands. "My friends,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"by virtue o' my office | now took the case into his own hands. "My friends,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes | was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"by virtue o' my office as ... | of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the fac... | sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all S... | libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to subscribe to the funds of the United Aggregate Tribunal, and to abi... | mongrel dress, with the great body of his hearers in their plain working clothes. Strange as it always is to consider any assembly in the act of submissively resigning itself to the dreariness of some complacent person, lord or commoner, whom three-fourths of it could, by no human means, raise out of the slough of inan... | at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There w... | Hard Times |
With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. | No speaker | misfort'ns, and his good name."<|quote|>With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way.</|quote|>"My friends," Stephen began, in | know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name."<|quote|>With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way.</|quote|>"My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead | my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name."<|quote|>With that, the chairman shook him fr... | moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend S... | all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence. "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!" said Slackbridge then, shaking his head with violent scorn, "I do not wonder that you, the prostrate sons of labour, are incredulous of the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthrig... | by the injunctions issued by that body for your benefit, whatever they may be what, I ask you, will you say of that working-man, since such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is n... | inanity to their own intellectual level, it was particularly strange, and it was even particularly affecting, to see this crowd of earnest faces, whose honesty in the main no competent observer free from bias could doubt, so agitated by such a leader. Good! Hear, hear! Hurrah! The eagerness both of attention and intent... | received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence. "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!" said Slackbridge then, sha... | Hard Times |
"My friends," | Stephen Blackpool | and never the reverse way.<|quote|>"My friends,"</|quote|>Stephen began, in the midst | always from left to right, and never the reverse way.<|quote|>"My friends,"</|quote|>Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I | You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way.<|quote|>"My friends,"</|quote|>Steph... | and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You kno... | wonder that you, the prostrate sons of labour, are incredulous of the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at t... | who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom... | from bias could doubt, so agitated by such a leader. Good! Hear, hear! Hurrah! The eagerness both of attention and intention, exhibited in all the countenances, made them a most impressive sight. There was no carelessness, no languor, no idle curiosity; none of the many shades of indifference to be seen in all other as... | Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voic... | Hard Times |
Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; | No speaker | the reverse way. "My friends,"<|quote|>Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm;</|quote|>"I ha' hed what's been | left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends,"<|quote|>Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm;</|quote|>"I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis | know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends,"<|quote|>Stephen began, in the ... | functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awl... | you, the prostrate sons of labour, are incredulous of the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's ... | such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for... | could doubt, so agitated by such a leader. Good! Hear, hear! Hurrah! The eagerness both of attention and intention, exhibited in all the countenances, made them a most impressive sight. There was no carelessness, no languor, no idle curiosity; none of the many shades of indifference to be seen in all other assemblies, ... | the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Fi... | Hard Times |
"I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled." | Stephen Blackpool | midst of a dead calm;<|quote|>"I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled."</|quote|>Slackbridge shook his head as | friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm;<|quote|>"I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled."</|quote|>Sl... | o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm;<|quote|>"I ha' hed what's been spok'n o... | "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With th... | the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little mo... | flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this poi... | Hear, hear! Hurrah! The eagerness both of attention and intention, exhibited in all the countenances, made them a most impressive sight. There was no carelessness, no languor, no idle curiosity; none of the many shades of indifference to be seen in all other assemblies, visible for one moment there. That every man felt... | honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was receive... | Hard Times |
Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. | No speaker | wi'out bein moydert and muddled."<|quote|>Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness.</|quote|>"I'm th' one single Hand | cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled."<|quote|>Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness.</|quote|>"I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' | of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled."<|quote|>Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake i... | You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's b... | orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by v... | in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides.... | one moment there. That every man felt his condition to be, somehow or other, worse than it might be; that every man considered it incumbent on him to join the rest, towards the making of it better; that every man felt his only hope to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this... | and will _not_ be one of those associated in the gallant stand for Freedom and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear ... | Hard Times |
"I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." | Stephen Blackpool | it off, in his bitterness.<|quote|>"I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt."</|quote|>Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, | as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness.<|quote|>"I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt."</|quote|>Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and ... | lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled." Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness.<|quote|>"I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderb... | chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer yo... | face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, w... | this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, S... | worse than it might be; that every man considered it incumbent on him to join the rest, towards the making of it better; that every man felt his only hope to be in his allying himself to the comrades by whom he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were ... | received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence. "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!" said Slackbridge then, sha... | Hard Times |
Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. | No speaker | Licker they'll do yo hurt."<|quote|>Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically.</|quote|>"But 't an't sommuch for | their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt."<|quote|>Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically.</|quote|>"But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. | if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. "I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt."<|quote|>Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarc... | ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled." Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. "... | friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, ... | many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of ... | he was surrounded; and that in this belief, right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the roof and the whitened brick walls. Nor could any such spectator fail to kno... | man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. ... | Hard Times |
"But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" | Stephen Blackpool | his arms, and frowned sarcastically.<|quote|>"But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!"</|quote|>Slackbridge jumped up and stood | yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically.<|quote|>"But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!"</|quote|>Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him... | bitterness. "I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically.<|quote|>"But 't an't sommuch f... | 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled." Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. "I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's... | as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand,... | "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea,... | right or wrong (unhappily wrong then), the whole of that crowd were gravely, deeply, faithfully in earnest; must have been as plain to any one who chose to see what was there, as the bare beams of the roof and the whitened brick walls. Nor could any such spectator fail to know in his own breast, that these men, through... | and for Right?" The assembly was divided at this point. There were some groans and hisses, but the general sense of honour was much too strong for the condemnation of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called... | Hard Times |
Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. | No speaker | but awlus awlus life long!"<|quote|>Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing.</|quote|>"Oh, my friends, what but | being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!"<|quote|>Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing.</|quote|>"Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? | do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!"<|quote|>Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnas... | his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. "I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned ... | him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'... | right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering sea, waited until there was a profound silence. "Oh, my friends and fellow-men!" said Slackbridge then, shaking his head with violent scorn, "I do not wonder that you, the prostrate sons of labour, are incredulous of the existenc... | and the whitened brick walls. Nor could any such spectator fail to know in his own breast, that these men, through their very delusions, showed great qualities, susceptible of being turned to the happiest and best account; and that to pretend (on the strength of sweeping axioms, howsoever cut and dried) that they went ... | of a man unheard. "Be sure you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the ora... | Hard Times |
There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. | No speaker | children's and your children's children's?"<|quote|>There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry th... | to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?"<|quote|>There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, t... | this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?"<|quote|>There was some applause, and some... | my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom uneq... | man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled." Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. "I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt th... | press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this f... | from nothing. The orator having refreshed himself, wiped his corrugated forehead from left to right several times with his handkerchief folded into a pad, and concentrated all his revived forces, in a sneer of great disdain and bitterness. "But oh, my friends and brothers! Oh, men and Englishmen, the down-trodden opera... | then, shaking his head with violent scorn, "I do not wonder that you, the prostrate sons of labour, are incredulous of the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion n... | Hard Times |
"'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," | Stephen Blackpool | were more sorry than indignant.<|quote|>"'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak,"</|quote|>said Stephen, "an' he's paid | kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant.<|quote|>"'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak,"</|quote|>said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows | children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant.<|quote|>"'Tis this Delega... | shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some c... | I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now... | There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern... | down-trodden operatives of Coketown! What shall we say of that man that working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic u... | in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled." Slackbridge shook his head as if he would sh... | Hard Times |
said Stephen, | No speaker | Delegate's trade for t' speak,"<|quote|>said Stephen,</|quote|>"an' he's paid for 't, | sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak,"<|quote|>said Stephen,</|quote|>"an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. | crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak,"<|quote|>said Stephen,</|quote... | on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the ... | friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!... | proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Black... | say of that man that working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve fo... | of the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little... | Hard Times |
"an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." | Stephen Blackpool | for t' speak," said Stephen,<|quote|>"an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me."</|quote|>There was a propriety, not | indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen,<|quote|>"an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me."</|quote|>There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in | Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen,<|quote|>"an' he's paid fo... | unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater ... | doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbrid... | this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know hi... | that man that working-man, that I should find it necessary so to libel the glorious name who, being practically and well acquainted with the grievances and wrongs of you, the injured pith and marrow of this land, and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to su... | doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbrid... | Hard Times |
There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, | No speaker | not for nobbody but me."<|quote|>There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out,</|quote|>"Slackbridge, let the man be | That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me."<|quote|>There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out,</|quote|>"Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" | more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me."<|quote|>There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, t... | children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indig... | th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant conduct i... | business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left t... | and having heard you, with a noble and majestic unanimity that will make Tyrants tremble, resolve for to subscribe to the funds of the United Aggregate Tribunal, and to abide by the injunctions issued by that body for your benefit, whatever they may be what, I ask you, will you say of that working-man, since such I mus... | aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows thi... | Hard Times |
Then the place was wonderfully still. | No speaker | heern, and howd thee tongue!"<|quote|>Then the place was wonderfully still.</|quote|>"My brothers," said Stephen, whose | "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!"<|quote|>Then the place was wonderfully still.</|quote|>"My brothers," said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard, | had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!"<|quote|>Then the place was wonderfully still.</|... | homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody bu... | did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and... | by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concern... | for your benefit, whatever they may be what, I ask you, will you say of that working-man, since such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly... | a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, an... | Hard Times |
"My brothers," | Stephen Blackpool | the place was wonderfully still.<|quote|>"My brothers,"</|quote|>said Stephen, whose low voice | and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still.<|quote|>"My brothers,"</|quote|>said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard, "and my | him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still.<|quote|>"My brothers,"</|quote|>said Ste... | the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to... | fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and... | again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips tha... | be what, I ask you, will you say of that working-man, since such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will... | his own hands. "My friends," said he, "by virtue o' my office as your president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good... | Hard Times |
said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard, | No speaker | was wonderfully still. "My brothers,"<|quote|>said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard,</|quote|>"and my fellow-workmen for that | thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. "My brothers,"<|quote|>said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard,</|quote|>"and my fellow-workmen for that yo are to me, though | not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. "My brothers,"<|quote|>said Stephen, whose low voice... | of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignit... | warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's childre... | likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other ma... | I ask you, will you say of that working-man, since such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold him... | and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled." Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. "I'm th' one single Hand in Bounder... | Hard Times |
"and my fellow-workmen for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is not wi' yo in this matther. I know weel ... | Stephen Blackpool | low voice was distinctly heard,<|quote|>"and my fellow-workmen for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is ... | "My brothers," said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard,<|quote|>"and my fellow-workmen for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve ... | propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. "My brothers," said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard,<|quote|>"and my fellow... | indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet... | how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and so... | from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi... | working-man, since such I must acknowledge him to be, who, at such a time, deserts his post, and sells his flag; who, at such a time, turns a traitor and a craven and a recreant, who, at such a time, is not ashamed to make to you the dastardly and humiliating avowal that he will hold himself aloof, and will _not_ be on... | Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedin... | Hard Times |
said the chairman, rising, | No speaker | th' best on." "Stephen Blackpool,"<|quote|>said the chairman, rising,</|quote|>"think on 't agen. Think | ha getn, I mun mak th' best on." "Stephen Blackpool,"<|quote|>said the chairman, rising,</|quote|>"think on 't agen. Think on 't once agen, lad, | ado wi' a man who is not wi' yo in this matther. I know weel that if I was a lyin parisht i' th' road, yo'd feel it right to pass me by, as a forrenner and stranger. What I ha getn, I mun mak th' best on." "Stephen Blackpool,"<|quote|>said the chairman, rising,</|quote|>"think on 't agen. Think on 't once agen, lad, af... | to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is not wi' yo in this matther. I know weel that if I was a lyin parisht i' th' roa... | speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voi... | My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life lo... | you're right, Slackbridge!" "Put him up!" "Let's hear him!" Such things were said on many sides. Finally, one strong voice called out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with ... | more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work. Let him keep to 't. Let him give no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That... | Hard Times |
There was an universal murmur to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below... | No speaker | shunned by aw owd friends."<|quote|>There was an universal murmur to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was i... | once agen, lad, afore thou'rt shunned by aw owd friends."<|quote|>There was an universal murmur to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a ... | parisht i' th' road, yo'd feel it right to pass me by, as a forrenner and stranger. What I ha getn, I mun mak th' best on." "Stephen Blackpool," said the chairman, rising, "think on 't agen. Think on 't once agen, lad, afore thou'rt shunned by aw owd friends."<|quote|>There was an universal murmur to the same effect, t... | could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is not wi' yo in this matther. I know weel that if I was a lyin parisht i' th' road, yo'd feel it right to pass me by, as a forrenner and stranger. What I ha getn, I mu... | no heed to what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfu... | sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my... | out, "Is the man heer? If the man's heer, Slackbridge, let's hear the man himseln, 'stead o' yo." Which was received with a round of applause. Slackbridge, the orator, looked about him with a withering smile; and, holding out his right hand at arm's length (as the manner of all Slackbridges is), to still the thundering... | give you? And how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some ap... | Hard Times |
"I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer." | Stephen Blackpool | one but their fellow-labourer could.<|quote|>"I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer."</|quote|>He made a sort of | weaknesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could.<|quote|>"I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer."</|quote|>He made a sort of reverence to them by holding | his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could.<|quote|>"I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I ... | best on." "Stephen Blackpool," said the chairman, rising, "think on 't agen. Think on 't once agen, lad, afore thou'rt shunned by aw owd friends." There was an universal murmur to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a... | for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is not wi' yo in this matther. I know weel that if I was a lyin pa... | recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Sh... | with violent scorn, "I do not wonder that you, the prostrate sons of labour, are incredulous of the existence of such a man. But he who sold his birthright for a mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in... | but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishme... | Hard Times |
He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides. | No speaker | my leave o' aw heer."<|quote|>He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides.</|quote|>"Monny's the pleasant word as | afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer."<|quote|>He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides.</|quote|>"Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' | his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could. "I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer."<|quote|>He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, a... | the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and mis... | to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is not wi' yo in this matther. I know weel that if I was a lyin parisht i' th' road, yo'd feel it right to pass me by, as a forrenner and stranger. What I ha getn, I mun mak th' best on." "Stephe... | is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, ... | mess of pottage existed, and Judas Iscariot existed, and Castlereagh existed, and this man exists!" Here, a brief press and confusion near the stage, ended in the man himself standing at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet,... | in his bitterness. "I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em. My friends, I doubt their doin' yo onny good. Licker they'll do yo hurt." Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch fo... | Hard Times |
"Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," | Stephen Blackpool | slowly dropped at his sides.<|quote|>"Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me... | attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides.<|quote|>"Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now... | canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer." He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides.<|quote|>"Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the fac... | minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could. "I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak... | wi' yo in this matther. I know weel that if I was a lyin parisht i' th' road, yo'd feel it right to pass me by, as a forrenner and stranger. What I ha getn, I mun mak th' best on." "Stephen Blackpool," said the chairman, rising, "think on 't agen. Think on 't once agen, lad, afore thou'rt shunned by aw owd friends." Th... | but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, rendered more pathetic by the homely emotions it evinced; and, in the kindness of their nature, they were more sorry than indignant. "'Tis this Delegate's trade for t' speak," said Stephen, "an' he's paid for 't, an' he knows his work.... | at the orator's side before the concourse. He was pale and a little moved in the face his lips especially showed it; but he stood quiet, with his left hand at his chin, waiting to be heard. There was a chairman to regulate the proceedings, and this functionary now took the case into his own hands. "My friends," said he... | wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant condu... | Hard Times |
addressing Slackbridge, | No speaker | yo I mean t' say,"<|quote|>addressing Slackbridge,</|quote|>"but 'tis easier to ca' | ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say,"<|quote|>addressing Slackbridge,</|quote|>"but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let | as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say,"<|quote|>addressing Slackbridge,</|quote|>"but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let b... | o' aw heer." He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides. "Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now.... | universal murmur to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surfac... | what I ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. ... | president, I askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat... | recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Sh... | Hard Times |
"but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be." | Stephen Blackpool | mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge,<|quote|>"but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be."</|quote|>He had moved away a | traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge,<|quote|>"but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be."</|quote|>He had moved away a pace or two to come | first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge,<|quote|>"but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be."</|quote|>H... | heer." He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides. "Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha'... | to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and ... | ha had'n to bear. That's not for him. That's not for nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. "My bro... | askes o' our friend Slackbridge, who may be a little over hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. ... | coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recrea... | Hard Times |
He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again. | No speaker | mak' out. So let be."<|quote|>He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again.</|quote|>"Haply," he said, turning his | 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be."<|quote|>He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again.</|quote|>"Haply," he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that | I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, "but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be."<|quote|>He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when ... | up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they slowly dropped at his sides. "Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' ... | eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could. "... | nobbody but me." There was a propriety, not to say a dignity in these words, that made the hearers yet more quiet and attentive. The same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. "My brothers," said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly ... | hetter in this business, to take his seat, whiles this man Stephen Blackpool is heern. You all know this man Stephen Blackpool. You know him awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead alw... | stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh, my friends, what but this did I tell you? Oh, my fellow-countrymen, what warning but this did I give you? And how shows this recreant conduct in a man on whom unequal laws are known to have fallen heavy? Oh, you Englishmen, I ask you how does this subornation show in one of ... | Hard Times |
"Haply," | Stephen Blackpool | not said, and returned again.<|quote|>"Haply,"</|quote|>he said, turning his furrowed | he remembered something he had not said, and returned again.<|quote|>"Haply,"</|quote|>he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he | makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, "but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be." He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again.<|quote|>"Haply,"</|quote|>he said, turning his furrowed fa... | soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, "but '... | and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could. "I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer." He mad... | same strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. "My brothers," said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard, "and my fellow-workmen for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I c... | awlung o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o'... | how does this subornation show in one of yourselves, who is thus consenting to his own undoing and to yours, and to your children's and your children's children's?" There was some applause, and some crying of Shame upon the man; but the greater part of the audience were quiet. They looked at Stephen's worn face, render... | Hard Times |
he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he might as it were individually address the whole audience, those both near and distant; | No speaker | said, and returned again. "Haply,"<|quote|>he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he might as it were individually address the whole audience, those both near and distant;</|quote|>"haply, when this question has | remembered something he had not said, and returned again. "Haply,"<|quote|>he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he might as it were individually address the whole audience, those both near and distant;</|quote|>"haply, when this question has been tak'n up and discoosed, | Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, "but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be." He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again. "Haply,"<|quote|>he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, ... | heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, "but 'tis e... | knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could. "I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer." He made a ... | strong voice called out, "Slackbridge, let the man be heern, and howd thee tongue!" Then the place was wonderfully still. "My brothers," said Stephen, whose low voice was distinctly heard, "and my fellow-workmen for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I could ... | o' his misfort'ns, and his good name." With that, the chairman shook him frankly by the hand, and sat down again. Slackbridge likewise sat down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, an... | to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them was in his heart; he knew them, far below their surface weaknesses and ... | Hard Times |
"haply, when this question has been tak'n up and discoosed, there'll be a threat to turn out if I'm let to work among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut work to live by; and wheer... | Stephen Blackpool | those both near and distant;<|quote|>"haply, when this question has been tak'n up and discoosed, there'll be a threat to turn out if I'm let to work among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I... | individually address the whole audience, those both near and distant;<|quote|>"haply, when this question has been tak'n up and discoosed, there'll be a threat to turn out if I'm let to work among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my... | He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again. "Haply," he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he might as it were individually address the whole audience, those both near and distant;<|quote|>"haply, when this question ha... | I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, "but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be." He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remem... | and misconceptions, as no one but their fellow-labourer could. "I ha thowt on 't, above a bit, sir. I simply canna coom in. I mun go th' way as lays afore me. I mun tak my leave o' aw heer." He made a sort of reverence to them by holding up his arms, and stood for the moment in that attitude; not speaking until they sl... | whose low voice was distinctly heard, "and my fellow-workmen for that yo are to me, though not, as I knows on, to this delegate here I ha but a word to sen, and I could sen nommore if I was to speak till Strike o' day. I know weel, aw what's afore me. I know weel that yo aw resolve to ha nommore ado wi' a man who is no... | down, wiping his hot forehead always from left to right, and never the reverse way. "My friends," Stephen began, in the midst of a dead calm; "I ha' hed what's been spok'n o' me, and 'tis lickly that I shan't mend it. But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I... | matther. I know weel that if I was a lyin parisht i' th' road, yo'd feel it right to pass me by, as a forrenner and stranger. What I ha getn, I mun mak th' best on." "Stephen Blackpool," said the chairman, rising, "think on 't agen. Think on 't once agen, lad, afore thou'rt shunned by aw owd friends." There was an univ... | Hard Times |
Not a word was spoken. Not a sound was audible in the building, but the slight rustle of men moving a little apart, all along the centre of the room, to open a means of passing out, to the man with whom they had all bound themselves to renounce companionship. Looking at no one, and going his way with a lowly steadiness... | No speaker | friends, I think 'tis that."<|quote|>Not a word was spoken. Not a sound was audible in the building, but the slight rustle of men moving a little apart, all along the centre of the room, to open a means of passing out, to the man with whom they had all bound themselves to renounce companionship. Looking at no one, and ... | for me at aw, my friends, I think 'tis that."<|quote|>Not a word was spoken. Not a sound was audible in the building, but the slight rustle of men moving a little apart, all along the centre of the room, to open a means of passing out, to the man with whom they had all bound themselves to renounce companionship. Lookin... | were no heighth at aw, in Coketown heer? I mak' no complaints o' bein turned to the wa', o' bein outcasten and overlooken fro this time forrard, but hope I shall be let to work. If there is any right for me at aw, my friends, I think 'tis that."<|quote|>Not a word was spoken. Not a sound was audible in the building, bu... | shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut work to live by; and wheerever can I go, I who ha worked sin I were no heighth at aw, in Coketown heer? I mak' no complaints o' bein turned to the wa', o' be... | ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t' say," addressing Slackbridge, "but 'tis easier to ca' than mak' out. So let be." He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again. "Haply," he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he might ... | afore thou'rt shunned by aw owd friends." There was an universal murmur to the same effect, though no man articulated a word. Every eye was fixed on Stephen's face. To repent of his determination, would be to take a load from all their minds. He looked around him, and knew that it was so. Not a grain of anger with them... | Slackbridge laughed, folded his arms, and frowned sarcastically. "But 't an't sommuch for that as I stands out. If that were aw, I'd coom in wi' th' rest. But I ha' my reasons mine, yo see for being hindered; not on'y now, but awlus awlus life long!" Slackbridge jumped up and stood beside him, gnashing and tearing. "Oh... | sides. "Monny's the pleasant word as soom heer has spok'n wi' me; monny's the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart'n than now. I ha' never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi' any o' my like; Gonnows I ha' none now that's o' my makin'. Yo'll ca' me traitor and that yo I mean t'... | Hard Times |
"Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" | Bitzer | accosted him in the street.<|quote|>"Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?"</|quote|>said the young man. Stephen | of a very light complexion accosted him in the street.<|quote|>"Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?"</|quote|>said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with | singled out from the rest if she were seen in his company. So, he had been quite alone during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street.<|quote|>"Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?"</|quote|>said the young man. Ste... | of seeing her; for, although he knew that the prohibition did not yet formally extend to the women working in the factories, he found that some of them with whom he was acquainted were changed to him, and he feared to try others, and dreaded that Rachael might be even singled out from the rest if she were seen in his c... | his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means. It was even harder than he could have believed possible, to separate in his own conscience his abandonment by all his fellows from a baseless sense of shame an... | United Aggregate Tribunal! Slackbridge acted as fugleman, and gave the time. The multitude of doubtful faces (a little conscience-stricken) brightened at the sound, and took it up. Private feeling must yield to the common cause. Hurrah! The roof yet vibrated with the cheering, when the assembly dispersed. Thus easily d... | away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again. "Haply," he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he might as it were individually address the whole audience, those both near and distant; "haply, when this question has been tak'n up and d... | left it, of all the working men, to him only. He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amou... | Hard Times |
said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said, | No speaker | "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?"<|quote|>said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said,</|quote|>"Yes." "You are the Hand | accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?"<|quote|>said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said,</|quote|>"Yes." "You are the Hand they have ... | if she were seen in his company. So, he had been quite alone during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?"<|quote|>said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with ... | he knew that the prohibition did not yet formally extend to the women working in the factories, he found that some of them with whom he was acquainted were changed to him, and he feared to try others, and dreaded that Rachael might be even singled out from the rest if she were seen in his company. So, he had been quite... | recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means. It was even harder than he could have believed possible, to separate in his own conscience his abandonment by all his fellows from a baseless sense of shame and disgrace. The first four ... | as fugleman, and gave the time. The multitude of doubtful faces (a little conscience-stricken) brightened at the sound, and took it up. Private feeling must yield to the common cause. Hurrah! The roof yet vibrated with the cheering, when the assembly dispersed. Thus easily did Stephen Blackpool fall into the loneliest ... | to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again. "Haply," he said, turning his furrowed face slowly about, that he might as it were individually address the whole audience, those both near and distant; "haply, when this question has been tak'n up and discoosed, there'll ... | United Aggregate Tribunal! Slackbridge acted as fugleman, and gave the time. The multitude of doubtful faces (a little conscience-stricken) brightened at the sound, and took it up. Private feeling must yield to the common cause. Hurrah! The roof yet vibrated with the cheering, when the assembly dispersed. Thus easily d... | Hard Times |
"Yes." | Stephen Blackpool | adjusting the lining, and said,<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"You are the Hand they | He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said,<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I | accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said,<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"You are the Hand they have ... | that Rachael might be even singled out from the rest if she were seen in his company. So, he had been quite alone during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" said the youn... | own conscience his abandonment by all his fellows from a baseless sense of shame and disgrace. The first four days of his endurance were days so long and heavy, that he began to be appalled by the prospect before him. Not only did he see no Rachael all the time, but he avoided every chance of seeing her; for, although ... | assembly dispersed. Thus easily did Stephen Blackpool fall into the loneliest of lives, the life of solitude among a familiar crowd. The stranger in the land who looks into ten thousand faces for some answering look and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily, that... | and distant; "haply, when this question has been tak'n up and discoosed, there'll be a threat to turn out if I'm let to work among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut work to live ... | It was even harder than he could have believed possible, to separate in his own conscience his abandonment by all his fellows from a baseless sense of shame and disgrace. The first four days of his endurance were days so long and heavy, that he began to be appalled by the prospect before him. Not only did he see no Rac... | Hard Times |
"You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I mean?" | Bitzer | the lining, and said, "Yes."<|quote|>"You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I mean?"</|quote|>said Bitzer, the very light | made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said, "Yes."<|quote|>"You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I mean?"</|quote|>said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen | him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said, "Yes."<|quote|>"You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, ... | Rachael might be even singled out from the rest if she were seen in his company. So, he had been quite alone during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" said the young man... | conscience his abandonment by all his fellows from a baseless sense of shame and disgrace. The first four days of his endurance were days so long and heavy, that he began to be appalled by the prospect before him. Not only did he see no Rachael all the time, but he avoided every chance of seeing her; for, although he k... | dispersed. Thus easily did Stephen Blackpool fall into the loneliest of lives, the life of solitude among a familiar crowd. The stranger in the land who looks into ten thousand faces for some answering look and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily, that were onc... | distant; "haply, when this question has been tak'n up and discoosed, there'll be a threat to turn out if I'm let to work among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut work to live by; ... | the loneliest of lives, the life of solitude among a familiar crowd. The stranger in the land who looks into ten thousand faces for some answering look and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily, that were once the countenances of friends. Such experience was to b... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen answered | No speaker | sent to Coventry, I mean?"<|quote|>said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen answered</|quote|>"Yes," again. "I supposed so, | are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I mean?"<|quote|>said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen answered</|quote|>"Yes," again. "I supposed so, from their all appearing to | young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said, "Yes." "You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I mean?"<|quote|>said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Ste... | were seen in his company. So, he had been quite alone during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his ... | of shame and disgrace. The first four days of his endurance were days so long and heavy, that he began to be appalled by the prospect before him. Not only did he see no Rachael all the time, but he avoided every chance of seeing her; for, although he knew that the prohibition did not yet formally extend to the women wo... | lives, the life of solitude among a familiar crowd. The stranger in the land who looks into ten thousand faces for some answering look and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily, that were once the countenances of friends. Such experience was to be Stephen's now, ... | there'll be a threat to turn out if I'm let to work among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut work to live by; and wheerever can I go, I who ha worked sin I were no heighth at aw, ... | crowd. The stranger in the land who looks into ten thousand faces for some answering look and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily, that were once the countenances of friends. Such experience was to be Stephen's now, in every waking moment of his life; at his wo... | Hard Times |
"Yes," | Stephen Blackpool | man in question. Stephen answered<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>again. "I supposed so, from | Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen answered<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>again. "I supposed so, from their all appearing to keep | his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said, "Yes." "You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I mean?" said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen answered<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>again. "I supposed so, from th... | during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the ... | were days so long and heavy, that he began to be appalled by the prospect before him. Not only did he see no Rachael all the time, but he avoided every chance of seeing her; for, although he knew that the prohibition did not yet formally extend to the women working in the factories, he found that some of them with whom... | in the land who looks into ten thousand faces for some answering look and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily, that were once the countenances of friends. Such experience was to be Stephen's now, in every waking moment of his life; at his work, on his way to it... | work among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut work to live by; and wheerever can I go, I who ha worked sin I were no heighth at aw, in Coketown heer? I mak' no complaints o' bein ... | with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means. It was even harder than he could have be... | Hard Times |
again. | No speaker | in question. Stephen answered "Yes,"<|quote|>again.</|quote|>"I supposed so, from their | the very light young man in question. Stephen answered "Yes,"<|quote|>again.</|quote|>"I supposed so, from their all appearing to keep away | hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenness of it, or both. He made a feint of adjusting the lining, and said, "Yes." "You are the Hand they have sent to Coventry, I mean?" said Bitzer, the very light young man in question. Stephen answered "Yes,"<|quote|>again.</|quote|>"I supposed so, from their ... | the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street. "Your name's Blackpool, ain't it?" said the young man. Stephen coloured to find himself with his hat in his hand, in his gratitude for being spoken to, or in the suddenn... | days so long and heavy, that he began to be appalled by the prospect before him. Not only did he see no Rachael all the time, but he avoided every chance of seeing her; for, although he knew that the prohibition did not yet formally extend to the women working in the factories, he found that some of them with whom he w... | the land who looks into ten thousand faces for some answering look and never finds it, is in cheering society as compared with him who passes ten averted faces daily, that were once the countenances of friends. Such experience was to be Stephen's now, in every waking moment of his life; at his work, on his way to it an... | among yo. I hope I shall die ere ever such a time cooms, and I shall work solitary among yo unless it cooms truly, I mun do 't, my friends; not to brave yo, but to live. I ha nobbut work to live by; and wheerever can I go, I who ha worked sin I were no heighth at aw, in Coketown heer? I mak' no complaints o' bein turne... | that had been poured into it by drops through such small means. It was even harder than he could have believed possible, to separate in his own conscience his abandonment by all his fellows from a baseless sense of shame and disgrace. The first four days of his endurance were days so long and heavy, that he began to be... | Hard Times |
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