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"dead!" | The Old Woman | have added, by her action,<|quote|>"dead!"</|quote|>Then she said aloud, "I | hands as if she would have added, by her action,<|quote|>"dead!"</|quote|>Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had | she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action,<|quote|>"dead!"</|quote|>Then she said aloud, "I have lost him."... | not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual app... | exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years!" Mrs. Pegler's husband (one of the best on record) was already dead, b... | house where he lodged. When they turned into a narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there. The evil spirit of his life had flitted away again, months ago, and he had heard no more of her since. The only eviden... | wi' me. It would ha brought'n trouble upon trouble if I had stayed theer. Haply 'tis a kindness to monny that I go; haply 'tis a kindness to myseln; anyways it mun be done. I mun turn my face fro Coketown fur th' time, and seek a fort'n, dear, by beginnin fresh." "Where will you go, Stephen?" "I donno t'night," said he... | and he had heard no more of her since. The only evidence of her last return now, were the scantier moveables in his room, and the grayer hair upon his head. He lighted a candle, set out his little tea-board, got hot water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the neare... | Hard Times |
Then she said aloud, | No speaker | added, by her action, "dead!"<|quote|>Then she said aloud,</|quote|>"I have lost him." Stephen | as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!"<|quote|>Then she said aloud,</|quote|>"I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the | said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!"<|quote|>Then she said aloud,</|quote|>"I have lost him." Ste... | now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appeara... | the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years!" Mrs. Pegler's husband (one of the best on record) was already dead, by Mrs. Pegler... | where he lodged. When they turned into a narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there. The evil spirit of his life had flitted away again, months ago, and he had heard no more of her since. The only evidence of ... | me. It would ha brought'n trouble upon trouble if I had stayed theer. Haply 'tis a kindness to monny that I go; haply 'tis a kindness to myseln; anyways it mun be done. I mun turn my face fro Coketown fur th' time, and seek a fort'n, dear, by beginnin fresh." "Where will you go, Stephen?" "I donno t'night," said he, li... | last return now, were the scantier moveables in his room, and the grayer hair upon his head. He lighted a candle, set out his little tea-board, got hot water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the nearest shop. The bread was new and crusty, the butter fresh, and the... | Hard Times |
"I have lost him." | The Old Woman | "dead!" Then she said aloud,<|quote|>"I have lost him."</|quote|>Stephen had not yet got | have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud,<|quote|>"I have lost him."</|quote|>Stephen had not yet got the better of his having | not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud,<|quote|>"I have lost him."</|quote|>Stephen had not yet got the better ... | softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did wel... | calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years!" Mrs. Pegler's husband (one of the best on record) was already dead, by Mrs. Pegler's calculation, wh... | they turned into a narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there. The evil spirit of his life had flitted away again, months ago, and he had heard no more of her since. The only evidence of her last return now, w... | brought'n trouble upon trouble if I had stayed theer. Haply 'tis a kindness to monny that I go; haply 'tis a kindness to myseln; anyways it mun be done. I mun turn my face fro Coketown fur th' time, and seek a fort'n, dear, by beginnin fresh." "Where will you go, Stephen?" "I donno t'night," said he, lifting off his ha... | with truth, "I'm more leetsome, Rachael, under 't, than I could'n ha believed." It was not her part to make his burden heavier. She answered with her comforting smile, and the three walked on together. Age, especially when it strives to be self-reliant and cheerful, finds much consideration among the poor. The old woma... | Hard Times |
Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. | No speaker | aloud, "I have lost him."<|quote|>Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered.</|quote|>"Bounderby!" she cried... | action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him."<|quote|>Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered.</... | the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him."<|quote|>Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the... | I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he... | of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years!" Mrs. Pegler's husband (one of the best on record) was already dead, by Mrs. Pegler's calculation, when Stephen was born. "'T... | narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there. The evil spirit of his life had flitted away again, months ago, and he had heard no more of her since. The only evidence of her last return now, were the scantier mo... | if I had stayed theer. Haply 'tis a kindness to monny that I go; haply 'tis a kindness to myseln; anyways it mun be done. I mun turn my face fro Coketown fur th' time, and seek a fort'n, dear, by beginnin fresh." "Where will you go, Stephen?" "I donno t'night," said he, lifting off his hat, and smoothing his thin hair ... | cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet,... | Hard Times |
"Bounderby!" | The Old Woman | word as it was uttered.<|quote|>"Bounderby!"</|quote|>she cried, in a suppressed | deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered.<|quote|>"Bounderby!"</|quote|>she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the | Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered.<|quote|>"Bounderby!"</|quote|>she cried, in a suppressed voice, s... | the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lad... | when Stephen was born. "'Twere a bad job, too, to lose so good a one," said Stephen. "Onny children?" Mrs. Pegler's cup, rattling against her saucer as she held it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Step... | since. The only evidence of her last return now, were the scantier moveables in his room, and the grayer hair upon his head. He lighted a candle, set out his little tea-board, got hot water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the nearest shop. The bread was new and c... | t'night," said he, lifting off his hat, and smoothing his thin hair with the flat of his hand. "But I'm not goin t'night, Rachael, nor yet t'morrow. 'Tan't easy overmuch t' know wheer t' turn, but a good heart will coom to me." Herein, too, the sense of even thinking unselfishly aided him. Before he had so much as clos... | these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years!" Mrs. Pegler's husband (one of the best on record) was already dead, by Mrs. Pegler's calculation, when Stephen was born. "'Twer... | Hard Times |
she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. | No speaker | as it was uttered. "Bounderby!"<|quote|>she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table.</|quote|>"Oh hide me! Don't let | for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!"<|quote|>she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table.</|quote|>"Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the | had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!"<|quote|>she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from t... | usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pa... | Stephen was born. "'Twere a bad job, too, to lose so good a one," said Stephen. "Onny children?" Mrs. Pegler's cup, rattling against her saucer as she held it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, ... | The only evidence of her last return now, were the scantier moveables in his room, and the grayer hair upon his head. He lighted a candle, set out his little tea-board, got hot water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the nearest shop. The bread was new and crusty, ... | said he, lifting off his hat, and smoothing his thin hair with the flat of his hand. "But I'm not goin t'night, Rachael, nor yet t'morrow. 'Tan't easy overmuch t' know wheer t' turn, but a good heart will coom to me." Herein, too, the sense of even thinking unselfishly aided him. Before he had so much as closed Mr. Bou... | brisk and vivacious than ever. "Come to my poor place, missus," said Stephen, "and tak a coop o' tea. Rachael will coom then; and arterwards I'll see thee safe t' thy Travellers' lodgin. 'T may be long, Rachael, ere ever I ha th' chance o' thy coompany agen." They complied, and the three went on to the house where he l... | Hard Times |
"Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" | The Old Woman | starting up from the table.<|quote|>"Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!"</|quote|>She trembled, and was excessively | cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table.<|quote|>"Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!"</|quote|>She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when | old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table.<|quote|>"Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the... | he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and callin... | good a one," said Stephen. "Onny children?" Mrs. Pegler's cup, rattling against her saucer as she held it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore p... | moveables in his room, and the grayer hair upon his head. He lighted a candle, set out his little tea-board, got hot water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the nearest shop. The bread was new and crusty, the butter fresh, and the sugar lump, of course in fulfilmen... | with the flat of his hand. "But I'm not goin t'night, Rachael, nor yet t'morrow. 'Tan't easy overmuch t' know wheer t' turn, but a good heart will coom to me." Herein, too, the sense of even thinking unselfishly aided him. Before he had so much as closed Mr. Bounderby's door, he had reflected that at least his being ob... | of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years!" Mrs. Pegler's husband (one of the best on record) was already dead, by Mrs. Pegler's calculation, when Stephen was born. "'T... | Hard Times |
She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. | No speaker | I've got away. Pray, pray!"<|quote|>She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about.</|quote|>"But hearken, missus, hearken," said | let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!"<|quote|>She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about.</|quote|>"But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; | Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!"<|quote|>She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind... | she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word... | her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distres... | water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the nearest shop. The bread was new and crusty, the butter fresh, and the sugar lump, of course in fulfilment of the standard testimony of the Coketown magnates, that these people lived like princes, sir. Rachael made the tea... | turn, but a good heart will coom to me." Herein, too, the sense of even thinking unselfishly aided him. Before he had so much as closed Mr. Bounderby's door, he had reflected that at least his being obliged to go away was good for her, as it would save her from the chance of being brought into question for not withdraw... | and some butter from the nearest shop. The bread was new and crusty, the butter fresh, and the sugar lump, of course in fulfilment of the standard testimony of the Coketown magnates, that these people lived like princes, sir. Rachael made the tea (so large a party necessitated the borrowing of a cup), and the visitor e... | Hard Times |
"But hearken, missus, hearken," | Stephen Blackpool | know what she was about.<|quote|>"But hearken, missus, hearken,"</|quote|>said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. | her; and not seeming to know what she was about.<|quote|>"But hearken, missus, hearken,"</|quote|>said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r | up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about.<|quote|>"But hearken, missus, hearken,"</|quote|>... | his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be... | ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please... | new and crusty, the butter fresh, and the sugar lump, of course in fulfilment of the standard testimony of the Coketown magnates, that these people lived like princes, sir. Rachael made the tea (so large a party necessitated the borrowing of a cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of socia... | as closed Mr. Bounderby's door, he had reflected that at least his being obliged to go away was good for her, as it would save her from the chance of being brought into question for not withdrawing from him. Though it would cost him a hard pang to leave her, and though he could think of no similar place in which his co... | children?" Mrs. Pegler's cup, rattling against her saucer as she held it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he... | Hard Times |
said Stephen, astonished. | No speaker | about. "But hearken, missus, hearken,"<|quote|>said Stephen, astonished.</|quote|>"'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his | to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken,"<|quote|>said Stephen, astonished.</|quote|>"'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' | "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken,"<|quote|>said Stephen, astonished.</|... | old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. ... | my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting ... | butter fresh, and the sugar lump, of course in fulfilment of the standard testimony of the Coketown magnates, that these people lived like princes, sir. Rachael made the tea (so large a party necessitated the borrowing of a cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had ha... | door, he had reflected that at least his being obliged to go away was good for her, as it would save her from the chance of being brought into question for not withdrawing from him. Though it would cost him a hard pang to leave her, and though he could think of no similar place in which his condemnation would not pursu... | to the house where he lodged. When they turned into a narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there. The evil spirit of his life had flitted away again, months ago, and he had heard no more of her since. The only... | Hard Times |
"'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." | Stephen Blackpool | missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished.<|quote|>"'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin."</|quote|>"But are you sure it's | she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished.<|quote|>"'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin."</|quote|>"But are you sure it's the lady, and not the | Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished.<|quote|>"'Tisn't Mr. Bo... | when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him c... | I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cu... | the sugar lump, of course in fulfilment of the standard testimony of the Coketown magnates, that these people lived like princes, sir. Rachael made the tea (so large a party necessitated the borrowing of a cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. H... | reflected that at least his being obliged to go away was good for her, as it would save her from the chance of being brought into question for not withdrawing from him. Though it would cost him a hard pang to leave her, and though he could think of no similar place in which his condemnation would not pursue him, perhap... | the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The o... | Hard Times |
"But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" | The Old Woman | her, but an hour sin."<|quote|>"But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?"</|quote|>she asked, still trembling. "Certain | her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin."<|quote|>"But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?"</|quote|>she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't | trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin."<|quote|... | Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, whe... | and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lo... | princes, sir. Rachael made the tea (so large a party necessitated the borrowing of a cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying t... | the chance of being brought into question for not withdrawing from him. Though it would cost him a hard pang to leave her, and though he could think of no similar place in which his condemnation would not pursue him, perhaps it was almost a relief to be forced away from the endurance of the last four days, even to unkn... | enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen... | Hard Times |
she asked, still trembling. | No speaker | lady, and not the gentleman?"<|quote|>she asked, still trembling.</|quote|>"Certain sure!" "Well then, pray | are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?"<|quote|>she asked, still trembling.</|quote|>"Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor | to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?"<|quote|>she asked, still tremblin... | as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to... | not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having giv... | the borrowing of a cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ... | him. Though it would cost him a hard pang to leave her, and though he could think of no similar place in which his condemnation would not pursue him, perhaps it was almost a relief to be forced away from the endurance of the last four days, even to unknown difficulties and distresses. So he said, with truth, "I'm more ... | three went on to the house where he lodged. When they turned into a narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there. The evil spirit of his life had flitted away again, months ago, and he had heard no more of her s... | Hard Times |
"Certain sure!" | Stephen Blackpool | gentleman?" she asked, still trembling.<|quote|>"Certain sure!"</|quote|>"Well then, pray don't speak | the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling.<|quote|>"Certain sure!"</|quote|>"Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take | not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling.<|quote|>"Certain sure!"</|... | "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was ... | the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lad... | cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet,... | cost him a hard pang to leave her, and though he could think of no similar place in which his condemnation would not pursue him, perhaps it was almost a relief to be forced away from the endurance of the last four days, even to unknown difficulties and distresses. So he said, with truth, "I'm more leetsome, Rachael, un... | The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years!" Mrs. Pegler's husband (one of the best on record) was already dead, by Mrs. Pegler's calculation, when Stephen was born. "'Twere a bad job, too, to lose so good a one," said Stephen. "Onny children?" Mrs. Pegler's... | Hard Times |
"Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me," | The Old Woman | asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!"<|quote|>"Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me,"</|quote|>said the old woman. "Let | and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!"<|quote|>"Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me,"</|quote|>said the old woman. "Let me be quite to myself | to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!"<|quote|>"Well then, pr... | cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But heark... | appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, wh... | the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," ... | a hard pang to leave her, and though he could think of no similar place in which his condemnation would not pursue him, perhaps it was almost a relief to be forced away from the endurance of the last four days, even to unknown difficulties and distresses. So he said, with truth, "I'm more leetsome, Rachael, under 't, t... | so good a one," said Stephen. "Onny children?" Mrs. Pegler's cup, rattling against her saucer as she held it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sor... | Hard Times |
said the old woman. | No speaker | take any notice of me,"<|quote|>said the old woman.</|quote|>"Let me be quite to | speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me,"<|quote|>said the old woman.</|quote|>"Let me be quite to myself in this corner." Stephen | Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me,"<|quote|>said the old woman.</|quote|>"Let me be q... | let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis ... | be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the ... | had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegle... | place in which his condemnation would not pursue him, perhaps it was almost a relief to be forced away from the endurance of the last four days, even to unknown difficulties and distresses. So he said, with truth, "I'm more leetsome, Rachael, under 't, than I could'n ha believed." It was not her part to make his burden... | a narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there. The evil spirit of his life had flitted away again, months ago, and he had heard no more of her since. The only evidence of her last return now, were the scantier ... | Hard Times |
"Let me be quite to myself in this corner." | The Old Woman | me," said the old woman.<|quote|>"Let me be quite to myself in this corner."</|quote|>Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael | yet take any notice of me," said the old woman.<|quote|>"Let me be quite to myself in this corner."</|quote|>Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she | wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me," said the old woman.<|quote|>"Let me be quite to myself in this corner."</... | for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r ... | you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered ... | days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I ... | condemnation would not pursue him, perhaps it was almost a relief to be forced away from the endurance of the last four days, even to unknown difficulties and distresses. So he said, with truth, "I'm more leetsome, Rachael, under 't, than I could'n ha believed." It was not her part to make his burden heavier. She answe... | Pegler's cup, rattling against her saucer as she held it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself... | Hard Times |
Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself pr... | No speaker | to myself in this corner."<|quote|>Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in... | woman. "Let me be quite to myself in this corner."<|quote|>Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with... | about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me," said the old woman. "Let me be quite to myself in this corner."<|quote|>Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanat... | I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad abou... | moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf,... | before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many long years... | a relief to be forced away from the endurance of the last four days, even to unknown difficulties and distresses. So he said, with truth, "I'm more leetsome, Rachael, under 't, than I could'n ha believed." It was not her part to make his burden heavier. She answered with her comforting smile, and the three walked on to... | days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I ... | Hard Times |
"I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" | Louisa Bounderby | two women, and to Stephen.<|quote|>"I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?"</|quote|>Rachael raised her eyes, and | bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen.<|quote|>"I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?"</|quote|>Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and | had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen.<|quote|>"I have come to speak to you, ... | and yielded such another percentage of crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thoug... | given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by la... | Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me," said the old woman. "Let me be quite to myself in this corner." Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for a... | of the Coketown magnates, that these people lived like princes, sir. Rachael made the tea (so large a party necessitated the borrowing of a cup), and the visitor enjoyed it mightily. It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal ag... | a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting... | Hard Times |
Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. | No speaker | me. Is this your wife?"<|quote|>Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again.</|quote|>"I remember," said Louisa, reddening | you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?"<|quote|>Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again.</|quote|>"I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, | chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?"<|quote|>Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, a... | harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prin... | toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched when wheat was dear, an... | to me, nor yet take any notice of me," said the old woman. "Let me be quite to myself in this corner." Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the wh... | It was the first glimpse of sociality the host had had for many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name.... | with them. She knew of their existence by hundreds and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects th... | Hard Times |
"I remember," | Louisa Bounderby | answered no, and dropped again.<|quote|>"I remember,"</|quote|>said Louisa, reddening at her | her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again.<|quote|>"I remember,"</|quote|>said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to | to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again.<|quote|>"I remember,"</|quote|>said Louisa, reddening at ... | the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I ... | worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched when wheat was dear, and over-ate itself when wheat was cheap; something that increased at s... | woman. "Let me be quite to myself in this corner." Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her sha... | many days. He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widde... | know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't sp... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; | No speaker | and dropped again. "I remember,"<|quote|>said Louisa, reddening at her mistake;</|quote|>"I recollect, now, to have | and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember,"<|quote|>said Louisa, reddening at her mistake;</|quote|>"I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken | two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember,"<|quote|>said Louisa, reddening at her mistake;</|q... | Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to ... | much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched when wheat was dear, and over-ate itself when wheat was cheap; something that increased at such a rate... | me be quite to myself in this corner." Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonne... | He too, with the world a wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?... | word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seemi... | Hard Times |
"I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being ... | Louisa Bounderby | Louisa, reddening at her mistake;<|quote|>"I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result,... | dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake;<|quote|>"I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question th... | have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake;<|quote|>"I recollect, now, to have heard ... | scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequen... | there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched when wheat was dear, and over-ate itself when wheat was cheap; something that increased at such a rate of percentage, and yielded... | this corner." Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Steph... | wide heath before him, enjoyed the meal again in corroboration of the magnates, as exemplifying the utter want of calculation on the part of these people, sir. "I ha never thowt yet, missus," said Stephen, "o' askin thy name." The old lady announced herself as "Mrs. Pegler." "A widder, I think?" said Stephen. "Oh, many... | the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in her life Louisa had come into one o... | Hard Times |
As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. | No speaker | to you as I ought."<|quote|>As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid.</|quote|>"He has told you what | in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought."<|quote|>As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid.</|quote|>"He has told you what has passed between himself and | time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought."<|quote|>As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself... | if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meani... | that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. Fro... | stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in her life Louisa had come into one of the dwellings of the Coketown Hands; for the first time in her life she was face to face with anything like individuality in connection with them. She knew of their existence by hundr... | Pegler's calculation, when Stephen was born. "'Twere a bad job, too, to lose so good a one," said Stephen. "Onny children?" Mrs. Pegler's cup, rattling against her saucer as she held it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha sp... | was cheap; something that increased at such a rate of percentage, and yielded such another percentage of crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; t... | Hard Times |
"He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." | Louisa Bounderby | abrupt, yet faltering and timid.<|quote|>"He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think."</|quote|>"I have heard the end | Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid.<|quote|>"He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think."</|quote|>"I have heard the end of it, young lady," said | result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid.<|quote|>"He has told you what has ... | now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance h... | more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed... | Coketown Hands; for the first time in her life she was face to face with anything like individuality in connection with them. She knew of their existence by hundreds and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from... | it, denoted some nervousness on her part. "No," she said. "Not now, not now." "Dead, Stephen," Rachael softly hinted. "I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a s... | would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infal... | Hard Times |
"I have heard the end of it, young lady," | Rachel Gradgrind | his first resource, I think."<|quote|>"I have heard the end of it, young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael. "Did I understand, | my husband? You would be his first resource, I think."<|quote|>"I have heard the end of it, young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one | Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think."<|quote|>"I have heard th... | It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so sh... | moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes,... | with them. She knew of their existence by hundreds and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects th... | sooary I ha spok'n on 't," said Stephen, "I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well.... | her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me," said the old woman. "Let me be quite to myself in this corner." Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she... | Hard Times |
said Rachael. | No speaker | end of it, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael.</|quote|>"Did I understand, that, being | think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael.</|quote|>"Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he | himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael.</|quote|>"Did I und... | that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to... | the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again... | and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be ... | ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please... | stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael r... | Hard Times |
"Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" | Louisa Bounderby | it, young lady," said Rachael.<|quote|>"Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?"</|quote|>"The chances are very small, | have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael.<|quote|>"Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?"</|quote|>"The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing | her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael.<|quote|>"Did I understand, that, being... | give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. H... | books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I rem... | thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked ... | hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln." While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" ... | sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few book... | Hard Times |
"The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." | Rachel Gradgrind | thought he said as much?"<|quote|>"The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them."</|quote|>"What shall I understand that | be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?"<|quote|>"The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them."</|quote|>"What shall I understand that you mean by a bad | you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?"<|quote|>"The chances are very small, young lad... | credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself a... | you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spok... | them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; somet... | cup rattled more and more. "I had a son," she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said ... | of percentage, and yielded such another percentage of crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had... | Hard Times |
"What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" | Louisa Bounderby | a bad name among them."<|quote|>"What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?"</|quote|>"The name of being troublesome." | for a man who gets a bad name among them."<|quote|>"What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?"</|quote|>"The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of | the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them."<|quote|>"What shall I understand that you mean by a bad ... | a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady,... | me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a ques... | more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched whe... | appearances of sorrow; "and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, wh... | Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have... | Hard Times |
"The name of being troublesome." | Rachel Gradgrind | mean by a bad name?"<|quote|>"The name of being troublesome."</|quote|>"Then, by the prejudices of | shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?"<|quote|>"The name of being troublesome."</|quote|>"Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by | that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?"<|quote|>"The name of being troublesome."</|quote|>"Then, by th... | now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one emp... | sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask... | men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched when wheat was dear, and over-ate itself when wheat was cheap... | is not to be spoken of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling h... | and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in her life Louisa had come into one of the dwellings of the Coketown Hands; for the first time in ... | Hard Times |
"Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" | Louisa Bounderby | "The name of being troublesome."<|quote|>"Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?"</|quote|>Rachael shook her head in | mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome."<|quote|>"Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?"</|quote|>Rachael shook her head in silen... | employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome."<|quote|>"Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by... | Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by... | again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to... | be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched when wheat was dear, and over-ate itself when wheat was cheap; something that increased a... | of if you please. He is" Putting down her cup, she moved her hands as if she would have added, by her action, "dead!" Then she said aloud, "I have lost him." Stephen had not yet got the better of his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whis... | and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, th... | Hard Times |
Rachael shook her head in silence. | No speaker | an honest workman between them?"<|quote|>Rachael shook her head in silence.</|quote|>"He fell into suspicion," said | is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?"<|quote|>Rachael shook her head in silence.</|quote|>"He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because | mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?"<|quote|>Rachael shook her head in silence.</|quo... | said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesom... | that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to... | was dear, and over-ate itself when wheat was cheap; something that increased at such a rate of percentage, and yielded such another percentage of crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and was... | his having given the old lady pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be... | occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the... | Hard Times |
"He fell into suspicion," | Louisa Bounderby | shook her head in silence.<|quote|>"He fell into suspicion,"</|quote|>said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, | honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence.<|quote|>"He fell into suspicion,"</|quote|>said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a | name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence.<|quote|>"He fell into suspicion,"</|quo... | being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own... | one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was sho... | wheat was cheap; something that increased at such a rate of percentage, and yielded such another percentage of crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell ag... | pain, when his landlady came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let... | and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, | No speaker | silence. "He fell into suspicion,"<|quote|>said Louisa,</|quote|>"with his fellow-weavers, because he | Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion,"<|quote|>said Louisa,</|quote|>"with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not | "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion,"<|quote|>said Louisa,</|quote|>"with his f... | employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the pre... | should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, ... | that increased at such a rate of percentage, and yielded such another percentage of crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coke... | came stumbling up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've g... | crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something tha... | Hard Times |
"with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" | Louisa Bounderby | fell into suspicion," said Louisa,<|quote|>"with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?"</|quote|>Rachael burst into tears. "I | her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa,<|quote|>"with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?"</|quote|>Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, | the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa,<|quote|>"with his fellow-weavers, beca... | would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of th... | any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet falteri... | at such a rate of percentage, and yielded such another percentage of crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to b... | up the narrow stairs, and calling him to the door, whispered in his ear. Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered. "Bounderby!" she cried, in a suppressed voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, ... | should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, ... | Hard Times |
Rachael burst into tears. | No speaker | you why he made it?"<|quote|>Rachael burst into tears.</|quote|>"I didn't seek it of | that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?"<|quote|>Rachael burst into tears.</|quote|>"I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed | between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?"<|quote|>Rachael burst into tears.</|quote|>"I didn't seek i... | that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He ... | instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Di... | some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common... | voice, starting up from the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," s... | space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of ... | Hard Times |
"I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." | Rachel Gradgrind | it?" Rachael burst into tears.<|quote|>"I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well."</|quote|>Stephen had remained quietly attentive, | ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears.<|quote|>"I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well."</|quote|>Stephen had remained quietly a... | her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears.<|quote|>"I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to av... | a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspici... | her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejecte... | (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed... | the table. "Oh hide me! Don't let me be seen for the world. Don't let him come up till I've got away. Pray, pray!" She trembled, and was excessively agitated; getting behind Rachael, when Rachael tried to reassure her; and not seeming to know what she was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished.... | that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. Fro... | Hard Times |
Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. | No speaker | know that of him well."<|quote|>Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual.</|quote|>"No one, excepting myseln, can | he'd break his word. I know that of him well."<|quote|>Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual.</|quote|>"No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' | Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well."<|quote|>Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful ... | between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor la... | young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of bei... | few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and d... | was about. "But hearken, missus, hearken," said Stephen, astonished. "'Tisn't Mr. Bounderby; 'tis his wife. Yo'r not fearfo' o' her. Yo was hey-go-mad about her, but an hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor... | Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I t... | Hard Times |
"No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." | Stephen Blackpool | rather less steady than usual.<|quote|>"No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever."</|quote|>Louisa turned her hea... | now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual.<|quote|>"No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever."</|quote|>... | it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual.<|quote|>"No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what h... | of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his wo... | chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in ... | in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of... | hour sin." "But are you sure it's the lady, and not the gentleman?" she asked, still trembling. "Certain sure!" "Well then, pray don't speak to me, nor yet take any notice of me," said the old woman. "Let me be quite to myself in this corner." Stephen nodded; looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite u... | which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for... | Hard Times |
Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. | No speaker | gone fro' me, for ever."<|quote|>Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened.</|quote|>"What will you do?" she | 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever."<|quote|>Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened.</|quote|>"What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice | than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever."<|quote|>Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a... | come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what h... | the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must h... | have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to sp... | looking to Rachael for an explanation, which she was quite unable to give him; took the candle, went downstairs, and in a few moments returned, lighting Louisa into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonis... | at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself ... | Hard Times |
"What will you do?" | Louisa Bounderby | Rachael, and her features softened.<|quote|>"What will you do?"</|quote|>she asked him. And her | She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened.<|quote|>"What will you do?"</|quote|>she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, | that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened.<|quote|>"What will you do?"</|quote|>she asked him. And her voi... | remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th... | Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him... | that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to... | into the room. She was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in ... | more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed... | Hard Times |
she asked him. And her voice had softened too. | No speaker | softened. "What will you do?"<|quote|>she asked him. And her voice had softened too.</|quote|>"Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making | to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?"<|quote|>she asked him. And her voice had softened too.</|quote|>"Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with | her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?"<|quote|>she asked him. And her voice had softened too.</|quote|>... | his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a so... | in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for h... | to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner ... | was followed by the whelp. Rachael had risen, and stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in her life Louisa had... | "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the particulars at the time. It was not my meaning to ask a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have t... | Hard Times |
"Weel, ma'am," | Stephen Blackpool | her voice had softened too.<|quote|>"Weel, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Stephen, making the best | do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too.<|quote|>"Weel, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; | 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too.<|quote|>"Weel, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Stephen, making the b... | chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa t... | his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. ... | other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering a... | stood apart with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in her life Louisa had come into one of the dwellings of the Coketown Ha... | wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops.... | Hard Times |
said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; | No speaker | had softened too. "Weel, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile;</|quote|>"when I ha finished off, | asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile;</|quote|>"when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, | solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Stephen, making the best of it, with a ... | now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her... | because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die ... | that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He h... | with her shawl and bonnet in her hand, when Stephen, himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in her life Louisa had come into one of the dwellings of the Coketown Hands; for the... | Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "... | Hard Times |
"when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." | Stephen Blackpool | of it, with a smile;<|quote|>"when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying."</|quote|>"How will you travel?" "Afoot, | said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile;<|quote|>"when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying."</|quote|>"How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa | her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile;<|quote|>"when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and tr... | "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was ... | of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his wo... | if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my hu... | himself profoundly astonished by this visit, put the candle on the table. Then he too stood, with his doubled hand upon the table near it, waiting to be addressed. For the first time in her life Louisa had come into one of the dwellings of the Coketown Hands; for the first time in her life she was face to face with any... | I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, and dropped again. "I remember," said Louisa, reddening at her mistake; "I recollect, now, to have heard your domestic misfortunes spoken of, though I was not attending to the part... | Hard Times |
"How will you travel?" | Louisa Bounderby | cept laying down and dying."<|quote|>"How will you travel?"</|quote|>"Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." | to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying."<|quote|>"How will you travel?"</|quote|>"Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse | her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying."<|quote|>"How will you travel?"</|quote|>"Afoot, my ki... | th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making ... | poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice... | herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be ... | in her life Louisa had come into one of the dwellings of the Coketown Hands; for the first time in her life she was face to face with anything like individuality in connection with them. She knew of their existence by hundreds and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a giv... | of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceabl... | Hard Times |
"Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." | Stephen Blackpool | dying." "How will you travel?"<|quote|>"Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot."</|quote|>Louisa coloured, and a purse | tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?"<|quote|>"Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot."</|quote|>Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The | too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?"<|quote|>"Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot."</|quote|>Louisa... | life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, ... | him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady... | manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thoug... | had come into one of the dwellings of the Coketown Hands; for the first time in her life she was face to face with anything like individuality in connection with them. She knew of their existence by hundreds and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. S... | into its component drops. She stood for some moments looking round the room. From the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me.... | Hard Times |
Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. | No speaker | "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot."<|quote|>Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table.</|quote|>"Rachael, will you tell him | dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot."<|quote|>Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table.</|quote|>"Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without | making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot."<|quote|>Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand... | 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finish... | his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, exc... | yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The cha... | the dwellings of the Coketown Hands; for the first time in her life she was face to face with anything like individuality in connection with them. She knew of their existence by hundreds and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowd... | the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them.... | Hard Times |
"Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" | Louisa Bounderby | laid it on the table.<|quote|>"Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?"</|quote|>"I canna do that, young | as she unfolded one and laid it on the table.<|quote|>"Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?"</|quote|>"I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her | can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table.<|quote|>"Rachael, will you tell him for you know ... | him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' ... | know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that p... | heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad na... | She knew of their existence by hundreds and by thousands. She knew what results in work a given number of them would produce in a given space of time. She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these... | a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear t... | Hard Times |
"I canna do that, young lady," | Rachel Gradgrind | entreat him to take it?"<|quote|>"I canna do that, young lady,"</|quote|>she answered, turning her head | on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?"<|quote|>"I canna do that, young lady,"</|quote|>she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking | appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?"<|quote|>"I canna do that, young lady,"</|quote|>she answered, turn... | with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note w... | steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a ... | as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deepl... | She knew them in crowds passing to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and dema... | "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Lou... | Hard Times |
she answered, turning her head aside. | No speaker | canna do that, young lady,"<|quote|>she answered, turning her head aside.</|quote|>"Bless you for thinking o' | him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady,"<|quote|>she answered, turning her head aside.</|quote|>"Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such | of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady,"<|quote|>she answered, turning her head aside.</|quote|>"Bless you for ... | finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfold... | myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She loo... | small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that t... | to and from their nests, like ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered aga... | heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad na... | Hard Times |
"Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." | Rachel Gradgrind | answered, turning her head aside.<|quote|>"Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it."</|quote|>Louisa looked, in part incredulous, | do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside.<|quote|>"Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it."</|quote|>Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part | she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside.<|quote|>"Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tender... | part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the tabl... | an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her fe... | for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an h... | ants or beetles. But she knew from her reading infinitely more of the ways of toiling insects than of these toiling men and women. Something to be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundere... | short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said ... | Hard Times |
Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touc... | No speaker | is right according to it."<|quote|>Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched ... | know his heart, and what is right according to it."<|quote|>Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before... | help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it."<|quote|>Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened,... | you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take... | o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best o... | "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, be... | be worked so much and paid so much, and there ended; something to be infallibly settled by laws of supply and demand; something that blundered against those laws, and floundered into difficulty; something that was a little pinched when wheat was dear, and over-ate itself when wheat was cheap; something that increased a... | "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by ... | Hard Times |
"Not e'en Rachael," | Stephen Blackpool | checked herself, and remained still.<|quote|>"Not e'en Rachael,"</|quote|>said Stephen, when he stood | would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still.<|quote|>"Not e'en Rachael,"</|quote|>said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, | when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still.<|quote|>"Not e'en Rachael,"</|quote|>said S... | do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-com... | smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audi... | one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break hi... | crime, and such another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, ... | can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from... | Hard Times |
said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, | No speaker | remained still. "Not e'en Rachael,"<|quote|>said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered,</|quote|>"could mak sitch a kind | him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael,"<|quote|>said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered,</|quote|>"could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. | of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael,"<|quote|>said Stephen, when he stood a... | lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had b... | ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unf... | I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I kno... | another percentage of pauperism; something wholesale, of which vast fortunes were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separati... | had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she wer... | Hard Times |
"could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." | Stephen Blackpool | again with his face uncovered,<|quote|>"could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfu... | said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered,<|quote|>"could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge... | steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered,<|quote|>"could mak sitch a ki... | thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his... | another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, w... | made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained... | were made; something that occasionally rose like a sea, and did some harm and waste (chiefly to itself), and fell again; this she knew the Coketown Hands to be. But, she had scarcely thought more of separating them into units, than of separating the sea itself into its component drops. She stood for some moments lookin... | been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." ... | Hard Times |
She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son ... | No speaker | thankfulness for this present action."<|quote|>She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that L... | acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action."<|quote|>She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more... | T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action."<|quote|>She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitu... | moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'ou... | him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it... | well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd he... | the few chairs, the few books, the common prints, and the bed, she glanced to the two women, and to Stephen. "I have come to speak to you, in consequence of what passed just now. I should like to be serviceable to you, if you will let me. Is this your wife?" Rachael raised her eyes, and they sufficiently answered no, a... | cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him o... | Hard Times |
"Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" | Young Thomas | and put in a word.<|quote|>"Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!"</|quote|>Tom was remarkably impatient of | he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word.<|quote|>"Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!"</|quote|>Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cu... | Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word.<|quote|>"Just wait a moment, Loo! ... | was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a... | and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason... | features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dyi... | a question that would give pain to any one here. If I should ask any other question that may happen to have that result, give me credit, if you please, for being in ignorance how to speak to you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed... | had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice rather less steady than usual. "No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she wer... | Hard Times |
Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. | No speaker | Never mind a light, man!"<|quote|>Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one.</|quote|>"It don't want a light." | stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!"<|quote|>Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one.</|quote|>"It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and | to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!"<|quote|>Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the ... | expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather... | uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present actio... | try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachae... | you as I ought." As Stephen had but a little while ago instinctively addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I h... | stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gra... | Hard Times |
"It don't want a light." | Young Thomas | the cupboard, to get one.<|quote|>"It don't want a light."</|quote|>Stephen followed him out, and | impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one.<|quote|>"It don't want a light."</|quote|>Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, | wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one.<|quote|>"It don't want a light."</|quote|>Stephen f... | Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go,... | that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smal... | be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is fre... | addressed himself to her, so she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand... | poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. He now spoke in a voice... | Hard Times |
Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. | No speaker | "It don't want a light."<|quote|>Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand.</|quote|>"I say!" he whispered. "I | the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light."<|quote|>Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand.</|quote|>"I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you | we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light."<|quote|>Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the ... | his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a mo... | wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had name... | laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his... | she now instinctively addressed herself to Rachael. Her manner was short and abrupt, yet faltering and timid. "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one... | offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incr... | Hard Times |
"I say!" | Young Thomas | the lock in his hand.<|quote|>"I say!"</|quote|>he whispered. "I think I | the room door, and held the lock in his hand.<|quote|>"I say!"</|quote|>he whispered. "I think I can do you a good | you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand.<|quote|>"I say!"</|quote|>he whispered. "I thi... | walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, ... | be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manne... | purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her hea... | "He has told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, youn... | words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to s... | Hard Times |
he whispered. | No speaker | in his hand. "I say!"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"I think I can do | door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"I think I can do you a good turn. Don't | out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"I think I can do ... | sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Ne... | sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of ac... | in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless... | told you what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady n... | when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin t... | Hard Times |
"I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." | Young Thomas | hand. "I say!" he whispered.<|quote|>"I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying."</|quote|>His breath fell like a | held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered.<|quote|>"I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying."</|quote|>His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's | the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered.<|quote|>"I think I can do you a good turn.... | until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!... | as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, an... | hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you fo... | what has passed between himself and my husband? You would be his first resource, I think." "I have heard the end of it, young lady," said Rachael. "Did I understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to no... | travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?... | Hard Times |
His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. | No speaker | no harm in my trying."<|quote|>His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot.</|quote|>"That was our light porter | come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying."<|quote|>His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot.</|quote|>"That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, | Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying."<|quote|>His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot.<... | we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room doo... | note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat up... | that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous,... | understand, that, being rejected by one employer, he would probably be rejected by all? I thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the pre... | according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if s... | Hard Times |
"That was our light porter at the Bank," | Young Thomas | ear, it was so hot.<|quote|>"That was our light porter at the Bank,"</|quote|>said Tom, "who brought you | flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot.<|quote|>"That was our light porter at the Bank,"</|quote|>said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call | his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot.<|quote|>"That was our light porter at the Bank,"</|quote|>said Tom, "who brought you ... | head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can... | courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient uncon... | to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this m... | thought he said as much?" "The chances are very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are ... | the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sa... | Hard Times |
said Tom, | No speaker | light porter at the Bank,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"who brought you the message | so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"who brought you the message to-night. I call him our | I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light... | Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what i... | and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing hi... | lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had b... | very small, young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, t... | ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unf... | Hard Times |
"who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." | Young Thomas | at the Bank," said Tom,<|quote|>"who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too."</|quote|>Stephen thought, "What a hurry | "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom,<|quote|>"who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too."</|quote|>Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke | do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom,<|quote|>"who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, becaus... | mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it... | his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister... | answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plai... | young lady next to nothing for a man who gets a bad name among them." "What shall I understand that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is... | wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him... | Hard Times |
Stephen thought, | No speaker | belong to the Bank too."<|quote|>Stephen thought,</|quote|>"What a hurry he is | our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too."<|quote|>Stephen thought,</|quote|>"What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. | there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too."<|quote|>Stephen thought,</|quote|>"What a hurry he is in!" He spo... | one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen'... | Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before w... | him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before ... | that you mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He ... | offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the not... | Hard Times |
"What a hurry he is in!" | Stephen Blackpool | the Bank too." Stephen thought,<|quote|>"What a hurry he is in!"</|quote|>He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" | porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought,<|quote|>"What a hurry he is in!"</|quote|>He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! | harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought,<|quote|>"What a hurry he is in!"</|quote|>He spoke so confu... | don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it... | could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should lik... | know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his fac... | mean by a bad name?" "The name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into... | freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frig... | Hard Times |
He spoke so confusedly. | No speaker | a hurry he is in!"<|quote|>He spoke so confusedly.</|quote|>"Well!" said Tom. "Now look | Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!"<|quote|>He spoke so confusedly.</|quote|>"Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" | fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!"<|quote|>He spoke so confusedly.</|quote|>"Well!" said Tom. "Now l... | him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porte... | in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. So... | right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, a... | name of being troublesome." "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, ... | it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-no... | Hard Times |
"Well!" | Young Thomas | in!" He spoke so confusedly.<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>said Tom. "Now look here! | "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly.<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' | of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly.<|quote|>"Well!"</|quote|>said Tom. "Now look here! When are... | closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," s... | had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into... | Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touc... | "Then, by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, be... | hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll ta... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | He spoke so confusedly. "Well!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Now look here! When are | a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," | fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Now look here! When are yo... | the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom... | sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my ... | looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him... | by the prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because h... | unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 't... | Hard Times |
"Now look here! When are you off?" | Young Thomas | so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Now look here! When are you off?"</|quote|>"T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, | he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Now look here! When are you off?"</|quote|>"T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or | Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Now look here! When are you off?"</|quote|>... | door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who br... | the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If ... | part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then chec... | prejudices of his own class, and by the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had m... | more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word.... | Hard Times |
"T' day's Monday," | Stephen Blackpool | here! When are you off?"<|quote|>"T' day's Monday,"</|quote|>replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, | "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?"<|quote|>"T' day's Monday,"</|quote|>replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." | was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?"<|quote|>"T' day's Monday,"</|quote|>replied Stephen, ... | hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night.... | his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpo... | overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rac... | the prejudices of the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them.... | poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a ... | Hard Times |
replied Stephen, considering. | No speaker | you off?" "T' day's Monday,"<|quote|>replied Stephen, considering.</|quote|>"Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, | "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday,"<|quote|>replied Stephen, considering.</|quote|>"Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," | porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday,"<|quote|>replied Stephen, considering.</|quote|>"... | he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our... | sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Ne... | sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen,... | the other, he is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must h... | a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man ca... | Hard Times |
"Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." | Stephen Blackpool | day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering.<|quote|>"Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout."</|quote|>"Friday or Saturday," said Tom. | When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering.<|quote|>"Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout."</|quote|>"Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am | Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering.<|quote|>"Why, sir, Friday or Sat... | think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, be... | the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom ... | man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again... | is sacrificed alike? Are the two so deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to yo... | I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of exp... | Hard Times |
"Friday or Saturday," | Young Thomas | Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout."<|quote|>"Friday or Saturday,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Now look here! | replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout."<|quote|>"Friday or Saturday,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that | message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout."<|quote|>"Friday or Saturda... | turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank... | his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving tow... | been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak ... | deeply separated in this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I... | Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. "Rachael, will you tell him for you know how, without offence that this is freely his, to help him on his way? Will you entreat him to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she an... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Now look here! I am | "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Now look here! I am not sure that I can | call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quot... | me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen t... | to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard... | and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind o... | this town, that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made... | sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my ... | Hard Times |
"Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" | Young Thomas | "Friday or Saturday," said Tom.<|quote|>"Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?"</|quote|>"Yes, sure," said ... | Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom.<|quote|>"Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter ag... | our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom.<|quote|>"Now look here!... | it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, ... | he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get on... | through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by ... | that there is no place whatever for an honest workman between them?" Rachael shook her head in silence. "He fell into suspicion," said Louisa, "with his fellow-weavers, because he had made a promise not to be one of them. I think it must have been to you that he made that promise. Might I ask you why he made it?" Racha... | sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my ... | Hard Times |
"Yes, sure," | Stephen Blackpool | know our light porter again?"<|quote|>"Yes, sure,"</|quote|>said Stephen. "Very well," returned | I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?"<|quote|>"Yes, sure,"</|quote|>said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work | that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?"<|quote|>"Yes, sure,"</|quote|>said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work of a ... | the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn... | cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of... | words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to s... | he made it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual though... | him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work... | Hard Times |
said Stephen. | No speaker | light porter again?" "Yes, sure,"<|quote|>said Stephen.</|quote|>"Very well," returned Tom. "When | you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure,"<|quote|>said Stephen.</|quote|>"Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work of a | can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure,"<|quote|>said Stephen.</|quote|>"Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work of a night, ... | too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want t... | get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Step... | T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the m... | it?" Rachael burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful att... | to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who had been so plain and steady through the late interview, lost his composure in a moment, and now stood with his hand before his ... | Hard Times |
"Very well," | Young Thomas | again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>returned Tom. "When you leave | You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>returned Tom. "When you leave work of a night, between | you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen.<|quote|>"Very well,"</|quote|>returned Tom. "When you leave work of a night, between... | thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that'... | "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear... | that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smal... | burst into tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with h... | mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it... | Hard Times |
returned Tom. | No speaker | sure," said Stephen. "Very well,"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"When you leave work of | our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well,"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"When you leave work of a night, between this and | good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well,"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"When you leave work of a night, between this an... | a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, yo... | want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was s... | not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum h... | tears. "I didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at ... | him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand.... | Hard Times |
"When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll... | Young Thomas | Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom.<|quote|>"When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the ... | porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom.<|quote|>"When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you... | I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom.<|quote|>"When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, ... | he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, ... | light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. ... | man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had ... | didn't seek it of him, poor lad. I prayed him to avoid trouble for his own good, little thinking he'd come to it through me. But I know he'd die a hundred deaths, ere ever he'd break his word. I know that of him well." Stephen had remained quietly attentive, in his usual thoughtful attitude, with his hand at his chin. ... | stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow '... | Hard Times |
He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. | No speaker | You are sure you understand."<|quote|>He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner.</|quote|>"I understand, sir," said Stephen. | not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand."<|quote|>He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner.</|quote|>"I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom. | hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand."<|quote|>He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's c... | know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak... | porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure tha... | more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word.... | bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will yo... | he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get on... | Hard Times |
"I understand, sir," | Stephen Blackpool | round, in an extraordinary manner.<|quote|>"I understand, sir,"</|quote|>said Stephen. "Now look here!" | garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner.<|quote|>"I understand, sir,"</|quote|>said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom. "Be sure you | have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner.<|quote|>"I understand, sir,"</|quote|>said Step... | an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand.... | day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So ... | walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, ... | for ever." Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit ... | confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may ... | Hard Times |
said Stephen. | No speaker | extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir,"<|quote|>said Stephen.</|quote|>"Now look here!" repeated Tom. | round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir,"<|quote|>said Stephen.</|quote|>"Now look here!" repeated Tom. "Be sure you don't make | or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir,"<|quote|>said Stephen.</|quote|>"Now lo... | so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wo... | Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll... | unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a ... | turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try... | now stood with his hand before his face. She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. "Not e'en Rachael," said Stephen, when he stood again with his face uncovered, "could mak sitch a kind offerin, by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and... | Hard Times |
"Now look here!" | Young Thomas | "I understand, sir," said Stephen.<|quote|>"Now look here!"</|quote|>repeated Tom. "Be sure you | round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen.<|quote|>"Now look here!"</|quote|>repeated Tom. "Be sure you don't make any mistake then, | message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen.<|quote|>"Now look here!"</|qu... | you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a fi... | "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter... | the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom ... | head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. F... | substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swingin... | Hard Times |
repeated Tom. | No speaker | said Stephen. "Now look here!"<|quote|>repeated Tom.</|quote|>"Be sure you don't make | extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!"<|quote|>repeated Tom.</|quote|>"Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't | but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!"<|quote|>repeated Tom.</|quote... | on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the dar... | or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sur... | attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably... | and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or mis... | held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not come to anything. But there's no harm in my trying." His breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you ... | Hard Times |
"Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, what I have in view, and she'll approve, I know. Now look here! You're all right, are you? You understand all about it? Very well then. Come along, Loo!" | Young Thomas | "Now look here!" repeated Tom.<|quote|>"Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, what I have in view, and she'll approve, I know. Now look here! You're all right, are you? You understand all about it? Very well then. Come along, Loo!"</|quote|>He pushed the door o... | "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom.<|quote|>"Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, what I have in view, and she'll approve, I know. Now look here! You're all right, are you? You understand all about it? Very well then. Come along, ... | else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom.<|quote|>"Be sure you do... | if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, ... | nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Step... | stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of ... | it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened. "What will you do?" she asked him. And her voice had softened too. "Weel, ma'am," said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; "when I ha finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, ... | pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, n... | Hard Times |
He pushed the door open as he called to her, but did not return into the room, or wait to be lighted down the narrow stairs. He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen c... | No speaker | well then. Come along, Loo!"<|quote|>He pushed the door open as he called to her, but did not return into the room, or wait to be lighted down the narrow stairs. He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and ... | understand all about it? Very well then. Come along, Loo!"<|quote|>He pushed the door open as he called to her, but did not return into the room, or wait to be lighted down the narrow stairs. He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her... | Tom. "Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, what I have in view, and she'll approve, I know. Now look here! You're all right, are you? You understand all about it? Very well then. Come along, Loo!"<|quote|>He pushed the door open as he called to her, but did no... | not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom. "Be sure you don't ... | there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging ... | it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards the cupboard, to get one. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed the room door, and held the lock in his hand. "I say!" he whispered. "I think I can do you a good turn. Don't ask me what it is, because it may not... | I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there's nowt to be done wi'out tryin' cept laying down and dying." "How will you travel?" "Afoot, my kind ledy, afoot." Louisa coloured, and a purse appeared in her hand. The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and lai... | able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll know our light porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you... | Hard Times |
"because she was such a pretty dear." | The Old Woman | an unaccountable old woman, wept,<|quote|>"because she was such a pretty dear."</|quote|>Yet Mrs. Pegler was so | of Mrs. Bounderby, and, like an unaccountable old woman, wept,<|quote|>"because she was such a pretty dear."</|quote|>Yet Mrs. Pegler was so flurried lest the object of | the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen came back with the candle in his hand. She was in a state of inexpressible admiration of Mrs. Bounderby, and, like an unaccountable old woman, wept,<|quote|>"because she was such a pret... | You understand all about it? Very well then. Come along, Loo!" He pushed the door open as he called to her, but did not return into the room, or wait to be lighted down the narrow stairs. He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her cor... | case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "... | "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering... | to take it?" "I canna do that, young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this m... | Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what. You'll... | Hard Times |
Yet Mrs. Pegler was so flurried lest the object of her admiration should return by chance, or anybody else should come, that her cheerfulness was ended for that night. It was late too, to people who rose early and worked hard; therefore the party broke up; and Stephen and Rachael escorted their mysterious acquaintance ... | No speaker | was such a pretty dear."<|quote|>Yet Mrs. Pegler was so flurried lest the object of her admiration should return by chance, or anybody else should come, that her cheerfulness was ended for that night. It was late too, to people who rose early and worked hard; therefore the party broke up; and Stephen and Rachael escort... | old woman, wept, "because she was such a pretty dear."<|quote|>Yet Mrs. Pegler was so flurried lest the object of her admiration should return by chance, or anybody else should come, that her cheerfulness was ended for that night. It was late too, to people who rose early and worked hard; therefore the party broke up; ... | arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen came back with the candle in his hand. She was in a state of inexpressible admiration of Mrs. Bounderby, and, like an unaccountable old woman, wept, "because she was such a pretty dear."<|quote|>Yet Mrs. Pegler was so flur... | then. Come along, Loo!" He pushed the door open as he called to her, but did not return into the room, or wait to be lighted down the narrow stairs. He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were g... | message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom... | Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! When are you off?" "T' day's Monday," replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, n... | young lady," she answered, turning her head aside. "Bless you for thinking o' the poor lad wi' such tenderness. But 'tis for him to know his heart, and what is right according to it." Louisa looked, in part incredulous, in part frightened, in part overcome with quick sympathy, when this man of so much self-command, who... | sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and put in a word. "Just wait a moment, Loo! Before we go, I should like to speak to him a moment. Something comes into my head. If you'll step out on the stairs, Blackpool, I'll mention it. Never mind a light, man!" Tom was remarkably impatient of his moving towards... | Hard Times |
"I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not" | Stephen Blackpool | both were afraid to speak.<|quote|>"I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not"</|quote|>"Thou wilt not, Stephen, I | stopped, still silent, as if both were afraid to speak.<|quote|>"I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not"</|quote|>"Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis better that we | They walked back together to the corner of the street where Rachael lived, and as they drew nearer and nearer to it, silence crept upon them. When they came to the dark corner where their unfrequent meetings always ended, they stopped, still silent, as if both were afraid to speak.<|quote|>"I shall strive t' see thee a... | anybody else should come, that her cheerfulness was ended for that night. It was late too, to people who rose early and worked hard; therefore the party broke up; and Stephen and Rachael escorted their mysterious acquaintance to the door of the Travellers' Coffee House, where they parted from her. They walked back toge... | return into the room, or wait to be lighted down the narrow stairs. He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen came back with the candle in his hand. She was in a state ... | porter again?" "Yes, sure," said Stephen. "Very well," returned Tom. "When you leave work of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless... | by onny words, kinder. T' show that I'm not a man wi'out reason and gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, ... | through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom. "Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, what I have in vi... | Hard Times |
"Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis better that we make up our minds to be open wi' one another." | Rachel Gradgrind | I go, but if not"<|quote|>"Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis better that we make up our minds to be open wi' one another."</|quote|>"Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder | see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not"<|quote|>"Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis better that we make up our minds to be open wi' one another."</|quote|>"Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder and better. I ha been | as they drew nearer and nearer to it, silence crept upon them. When they came to the dark corner where their unfrequent meetings always ended, they stopped, still silent, as if both were afraid to speak. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not"<|quote|>"Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis bet... | late too, to people who rose early and worked hard; therefore the party broke up; and Stephen and Rachael escorted their mysterious acquaintance to the door of the Travellers' Coffee House, where they parted from her. They walked back together to the corner of the street where Rachael lived, and as they drew nearer and... | was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen came back with the candle in his hand. She was in a state of inexpressible admiration of Mrs. Bounderby, and, like an unaccountab... | of a night, between this and your going away, just hang about the Bank an hour or so, will you? Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a mes... | gratitude, I'll tak two pound. I'll borrow 't for t' pay 't back. 'Twill be the sweetest work as ever I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither ... | breath fell like a flame of fire on Stephen's ear, it was so hot. "That was our light porter at the Bank," said Tom, "who brought you the message to-night. I call him our light porter, because I belong to the Bank too." Stephen thought, "What a hurry he is in!" He spoke so confusedly. "Well!" said Tom. "Now look here! ... | Hard Times |
"Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder and better. I ha been thinkin then, Rachael, that as 'tis but a day or two that remains, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t' be seen wi' me. 'T might bring thee into trouble, fur no good." | Stephen Blackpool | be open wi' one another."<|quote|>"Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder and better. I ha been thinkin then, Rachael, that as 'tis but a day or two that remains, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t' be seen wi' me. 'T might bring thee into trouble, fur no good."</|quote|>"'Tis not for that, Stephen, | make up our minds to be open wi' one another."<|quote|>"Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder and better. I ha been thinkin then, Rachael, that as 'tis but a day or two that remains, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t' be seen wi' me. 'T might bring thee into trouble, fur no good."</|quote|>"'Tis not for that, Stephen, ... | their unfrequent meetings always ended, they stopped, still silent, as if both were afraid to speak. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not" "Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis better that we make up our minds to be open wi' one another."<|quote|>"Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder and better... | their mysterious acquaintance to the door of the Travellers' Coffee House, where they parted from her. They walked back together to the corner of the street where Rachael lived, and as they drew nearer and nearer to it, silence crept upon them. When they came to the dark corner where their unfrequent meetings always en... | Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen came back with the candle in his hand. She was in a state of inexpressible admiration of Mrs. Bounderby, and, like an unaccountable old woman, wept, "because she was such a pretty dear." Yet Mrs. Pegler was so flurried lest the... | Don't take on, as if you meant anything, if he should see you hanging about there; because I shan't put him up to speak to you, unless I find I can do you the service I want to do you. In that case he'll have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger,... | I ha done, that puts it in my power t' acknowledge once more my lastin thankfulness for this present action." She was fain to take up the note again, and to substitute the much smaller sum he had named. He was neither courtly, nor handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of exp... | replied Stephen, considering. "Why, sir, Friday or Saturday, nigh 'bout." "Friday or Saturday," said Tom. "Now look here! I am not sure that I can do you the good turn I want to do you that's my sister, you know, in your room but I may be able to, and if I should not be able to, there's no harm done. So I tell you what... | Hard Times |
"'Tis not for that, Stephen, that I mind. But thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis for that." | Rachel Gradgrind | into trouble, fur no good."<|quote|>"'Tis not for that, Stephen, that I mind. But thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis for that."</|quote|>"Well, well," said he. "'Tis | me. 'T might bring thee into trouble, fur no good."<|quote|>"'Tis not for that, Stephen, that I mind. But thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis for that."</|quote|>"Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to | to be open wi' one another." "Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder and better. I ha been thinkin then, Rachael, that as 'tis but a day or two that remains, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t' be seen wi' me. 'T might bring thee into trouble, fur no good."<|quote|>"'Tis not for that, Stephen, that I mind. But thou know'... | came to the dark corner where their unfrequent meetings always ended, they stopped, still silent, as if both were afraid to speak. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not" "Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis better that we make up our minds to be open wi' one another." "Thou'rt awlus right. ... | was such a pretty dear." Yet Mrs. Pegler was so flurried lest the object of her admiration should return by chance, or anybody else should come, that her cheerfulness was ended for that night. It was late too, to people who rose early and worked hard; therefore the party broke up; and Stephen and Rachael escorted their... | have a note or a message for you, but not else. Now look here! You are sure you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look he... | handsome, nor picturesque, in any respect; and yet his manner of accepting it, and of expressing his thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until t... | wait to be lighted down the narrow stairs. He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm. Mrs. Pegler remained in her corner until the brother and sister were gone, and until Stephen came back with the candle in his hand. She was in a state of inexpressible admirati... | Hard Times |
"Well, well," | Stephen Blackpool | old agreement. 'Tis for that."<|quote|>"Well, well,"</|quote|>said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." | mind. But thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis for that."<|quote|>"Well, well,"</|quote|>said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and | then, Rachael, that as 'tis but a day or two that remains, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t' be seen wi' me. 'T might bring thee into trouble, fur no good." "'Tis not for that, Stephen, that I mind. But thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis for that."<|quote|>"Well, well,"</|quote|>said he. "'Tis better, onnyways.... | both were afraid to speak. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not" "Thou wilt not, Stephen, I know. 'Tis better that we make up our minds to be open wi' one another." "Thou'rt awlus right. 'Tis bolder and better. I ha been thinkin then, Rachael, that as 'tis but a day or two that remains, 'tw... | should return by chance, or anybody else should come, that her cheerfulness was ended for that night. It was late too, to people who rose early and worked hard; therefore the party broke up; and Stephen and Rachael escorted their mysterious acquaintance to the door of the Travellers' Coffee House, where they parted fro... | you understand." He had wormed a finger, in the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom. "Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't forge... | thanks without more words, had a grace in it that Lord Chesterfield could not have taught his son in a century. Tom had sat upon the bed, swinging one leg and sucking his walking-stick with sufficient unconcern, until the visit had attained this stage. Seeing his sister ready to depart, he got up, rather hurriedly, and... | the darkness, through a button-hole of Stephen's coat, and was screwing that corner of the garment tight up round and round, in an extraordinary manner. "I understand, sir," said Stephen. "Now look here!" repeated Tom. "Be sure you don't make any mistake then, and don't forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, wha... | Hard Times |
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