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said he. | No speaker | 'Tis for that." "Well, well,"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write | thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis for that." "Well, well,"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me | 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." "Well, well,"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt writ... | 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, 'twere better... | 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 from her. They wa... | 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 forget. I shall tell 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.... | 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 mysterious acquai... | Hard Times |
"'Tis better, onnyways." | Stephen Blackpool | that." "Well, well," said he.<|quote|>"'Tis better, onnyways."</|quote|>"Thou'lt write to me, and | our old agreement. 'Tis for that." "Well, well," said he.<|quote|>"'Tis better, onnyways."</|quote|>"Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, | '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." "Well, well," said he.<|quote|>"'Tis better, onnyways."</|quote|>"Thou'lt write to me,... | 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, 'twere better for thee,... | 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 from her. They walked back t... | 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 forget. I shall tell my siste... | 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. "Just wait ... | 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... | Hard Times |
"Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?" | Rachel Gradgrind | said he. "'Tis better, onnyways."<|quote|>"Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?"</|quote|>"Yes. What can I say | 'Tis for that." "Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways."<|quote|>"Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?"</|quote|>"Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' | 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." "Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways."<|quote|>"Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all tha... | 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, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t'... | 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 together to the c... | 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 forget. I shall tell my sister as we go home, ... | 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. "Just wait a moment, Lo... | 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 again?" "Y... | Hard Times |
"Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!" | Stephen Blackpool | me all that happens, Stephen?"<|quote|>"Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!"</|quote|>"May it bless thee, Stephen, | write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?"<|quote|>"Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!"</|quote|>"May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, | 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." "Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?"<|quote|>"Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven ... | 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, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t' be seen wi' me. 'T might bring thee into trouble, fu... | 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 together to the corner of the street where Rachael lived, and as they drew nearer... | 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 view, and she'll approve, I know. Now look here! Yo... | 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... | 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 object of her admiration should return by chance, or anybody else should come, that her cheerfulness was en... | Hard Times |
"May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!" | Rachel Gradgrind | thank thee and reward thee!"<|quote|>"May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!"</|quote|>"I towd thee, my dear," | thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!"<|quote|>"May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!"</|quote|>"I towd thee, my dear," said Stephen Blackpool "that night | that I mind. But thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis for that." "Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?" "Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!"<|quote|>"May it bless thee, Stephen, too... | 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." "'Tis not for that, Stephen, that I mind. But thou know'st our old agreement. 'Tis ... | 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 nearer to it, silence crept upon them. When they came to the dark corner where their unfrequent meetings ... | "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 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!" He pushed the door open as he called ... | 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 ... | 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 came back with the candle in his hand. She was... | Hard Times |
"I towd thee, my dear," | Stephen Blackpool | peace and rest at last!"<|quote|>"I towd thee, my dear,"</|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool "that night | thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!"<|quote|>"I towd thee, my dear,"</|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool "that night that I would never see | onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?" "Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!" "May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!"<|quote|>"I towd thee, my dear,"</|quote|>said ... | 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." "Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happ... | 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. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael,... | 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!" 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 t... | 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 one. "It don't want a light." Steph... | 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 here!" repeate... | Hard Times |
said Stephen Blackpool | No speaker | "I towd thee, my dear,"<|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool</|quote|>"that night that I would | peace and rest at last!" "I towd thee, my dear,"<|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool</|quote|>"that night that I would never see or think o' | and tell me all that happens, Stephen?" "Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!" "May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!" "I towd thee, my dear,"<|quote|>said Stephen Blackpool</|quote|>"that night tha... | 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." "Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?" "Ye... | 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. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not" "Th... | 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!" 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 be... | 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. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, ... | 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. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go,... | Hard Times |
"that night that I would never see or think o' onnything that angered me, but thou, so much better than me, should'st be beside it. Thou'rt beside it now. Thou mak'st me see it wi' a better eye. Bless thee. Good night. Good-bye!" | Stephen Blackpool | my dear," said Stephen Blackpool<|quote|>"that night that I would never see or think o' onnything that angered me, but thou, so much better than me, should'st be beside it. Thou'rt beside it now. Thou mak'st me see it wi' a better eye. Bless thee. Good night. Good-bye!"</|quote|>It was but a hurried | at last!" "I towd thee, my dear," said Stephen Blackpool<|quote|>"that night that I would never see or think o' onnything that angered me, but thou, so much better than me, should'st be beside it. Thou'rt beside it now. Thou mak'st me see it wi' a better eye. Bless thee. Good night. Good-bye!"</|quote|>It was but a hur... | all that happens, Stephen?" "Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!" "May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!" "I towd thee, my dear," said Stephen Blackpool<|quote|>"that night that I would never see o... | 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." "Well, well," said he. "'Tis better, onnyways." "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?" "Yes. What can I say now, ... | 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. "I shall strive t' see thee agen, Rachael, afore I go, but if not" "Thou wilt not, S... | 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!" 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... | 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. "It don't want a light." Stephen followed him out, and Tom closed ... | 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 about there; bec... | Hard Times |
It was but a hurried parting in a common street, yet it was a sacred remembrance to these two common people. Utilitarian economists, skeletons of schoolmasters, Commissioners of Fact, genteel and used-up infidels, gabblers of many little dog's-eared creeds, the poor you will have always with you. Cultivate in them, whi... | No speaker | Bless thee. Good night. Good-bye!"<|quote|>It was but a hurried parting in a common street, yet it was a sacred remembrance to these two common people. Utilitarian economists, skeletons of schoolmasters, Commissioners of Fact, genteel and used-up infidels, gabblers of many little dog's-eared creeds, the poor you will h... | it wi' a better eye. Bless thee. Good night. Good-bye!"<|quote|>It was but a hurried parting in a common street, yet it was a sacred remembrance to these two common people. Utilitarian economists, skeletons of schoolmasters, Commissioners of Fact, genteel and used-up infidels, gabblers of many little dog's-eared creeds... | towd thee, my dear," said Stephen Blackpool "that night that I would never see or think o' onnything that angered me, but thou, so much better than me, should'st be beside it. Thou'rt beside it now. Thou mak'st me see it wi' a better eye. Bless thee. Good night. Good-bye!"<|quote|>It was but a hurried parting in a comm... | "Thou'lt write to me, and tell me all that happens, Stephen?" "Yes. What can I say now, but Heaven be wi' thee, Heaven bless thee, Heaven thank thee and reward thee!" "May it bless thee, Stephen, too, in all thy wanderings, and send thee peace and rest at last!" "I towd thee, my dear," said Stephen Blackpool "that nigh... | 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, 'twere better for thee, my dear, not t'... | 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 of inexpress... | 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... | 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, "because she was such a pretty dear." Ye... | Hard Times |
"Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it is all meaningless, and say so; while they know it equally and will never say so." | Mr. James Harthouse | tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites.<|quote|>"Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it is all meaningless, and say so; while they know it e... | and to throw all other tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites.<|quote|>"Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it is all meaningless, and say s... | of much promise. The not being troubled with earnestness was a grand point in his favour, enabling him to take to the hard Fact fellows with as good a grace as if he had been born one of the tribe, and to throw all other tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites.<|quote|>"Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby... | began to score. With the aid of a little more coaching for the political sages, a little more genteel listlessness for the general society, and a tolerable management of the assumed honesty in dishonesty, most effective and most patronized of the polite deadly sins, he speedily came to be considered of much promise. Th... | through a medium of smoked glass. So strange to turn from the chimneys to the birds. So strange, to have the road-dust on his feet instead of the coal-grit. So strange to have lived to his time of life, and yet to be beginning like a boy this summer morning! With these musings in his mind, and his bundle under his arm,... | it again, he went out. The town was as entirely deserted as if the inhabitants had abandoned it, rather than hold communication with him. Everything looked wan at that hour. Even the coming sun made but a pale waste in the sky, like a sad sea. By the place where Rachael lived, though it was not in his way; by the red b... | not be remiss in his part of the engagement, he resolved to wait full two hours, on this third and last night. There was the lady who had once kept Mr. Bounderby's house, sitting at the first-floor window as he had seen her before; and there was the light porter, sometimes talking with her there, and sometimes looking ... | sea. By the place where Rachael lived, though it was not in his way; by the red brick streets; by the great silent factories, not trembling yet; by the railway, where the danger-lights were waning in the strengthening day; by the railway's crazy neighbourhood, half pulled down and half built up; by scattered red brick ... | Hard Times |
Why should she be shocked or warned by this reiteration? It was not so unlike her father's principles, and her early training, that it need startle her. Where was the great difference between the two schools, when each chained her down to material realities, and inspired her with no faith in anything else? What was the... | No speaker | and will never say so."<|quote|>Why should she be shocked or warned by this reiteration? It was not so unlike her father's principles, and her early training, that it need startle her. Where was the great difference between the two schools, when each chained her down to material realities, and inspired her with no fait... | while they know it equally and will never say so."<|quote|>Why should she be shocked or warned by this reiteration? It was not so unlike her father's principles, and her early training, that it need startle her. Where was the great difference between the two schools, when each chained her down to material realities, an... | believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it is all meaningless, and say so; while they know it equally and will never say so."<|quote|>Why should she be shocked or ... | not being troubled with earnestness was a grand point in his favour, enabling him to take to the hard Fact fellows with as good a grace as if he had been born one of the tribe, and to throw all other tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites. "Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe them... | his mind, and his bundle under his arm, Stephen took his attentive face along the high road. And the trees arched over him, whispering that he left a true and loving heart behind. CHAPTER VII GUNPOWDER MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE, "going in" for his adopted party, soon began to score. With the aid of a little more coaching for... | was not in his way; by the red brick streets; by the great silent factories, not trembling yet; by the railway, where the danger-lights were waning in the strengthening day; by the railway's crazy neighbourhood, half pulled down and half built up; by scattered red brick villas, where the besmoked evergreens were sprink... | there, and sometimes looking over the blind below which had BANK upon it, and sometimes coming to the door and standing on the steps for a breath of air. When he first came out, Stephen thought he might be looking for him, and passed near; but the light porter only cast his winking eyes upon him slightly, and said noth... | for so much loitering. He had only to take leave of his landlady, and lie down on his temporary bed upon the floor; for his bundle was made up for to-morrow, and all was arranged for his departure. He meant to be clear of the town very early; before the Hands were in the streets. It was barely daybreak, when, with a pa... | Hard Times |
"Why, sir," | Mr. James Harthouse | very pictures with his origin.<|quote|>"Why, sir,"</|quote|>he would say to a | furniture, and he bullied the very pictures with his origin.<|quote|>"Why, sir,"</|quote|>he would say to a visitor, "I am told that | had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied the very pictures... | on the property thus pleasantly situated, by one of the Coketown magnates, who, in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by about two hundred thousand pounds. These accidents did sometimes happen in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts ha... | Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country,... | and further, that the female Bounderby, instead of being the Gorgon he had expected, was young, and remarkably pretty. After that, he wrote no more about them, and devoted his leisure chiefly to their house. He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings about the Coketown district; and was much encou... | grace as if he had been born one of the tribe, and to throw all other tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites. "Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that w... | been so laid waste in her youth. With resentments, because of the wrong that had been done her, if it were indeed a whisper of the truth. Upon a nature long accustomed to self-suppression, thus torn and divided, the Harthouse philosophy came as a relief and justification. Everything being hollow and worthless, she had ... | Hard Times |
he would say to a visitor, | No speaker | with his origin. "Why, sir,"<|quote|>he would say to a visitor,</|quote|>"I am told that Nickits," | he bullied the very pictures with his origin. "Why, sir,"<|quote|>he would say to a visitor,</|quote|>"I am told that Nickits," the late owner, "gave seven | connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied the very pictures with h... | property thus pleasantly situated, by one of the Coketown magnates, who, in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by about two hundred thousand pounds. These accidents did sometimes happen in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts had no co... | taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually sof... | that the female Bounderby, instead of being the Gorgon he had expected, was young, and remarkably pretty. After that, he wrote no more about them, and devoted his leisure chiefly to their house. He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings about the Coketown district; and was much encouraged by Mr. ... | if he had been born one of the tribe, and to throw all other tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites. "Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it... | be sure, the better and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible wit... | Hard Times |
"I am told that Nickits," | Mr. James Harthouse | would say to a visitor,<|quote|>"I am told that Nickits,"</|quote|>the late owner, "gave seven | his origin. "Why, sir," he would say to a visitor,<|quote|>"I am told that Nickits,"</|quote|>the late owner, "gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. | It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied the very pictures with his origin. "Why, sir," he would say to a visitor,... | of the Coketown magnates, who, in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by about two hundred thousand pounds. These accidents did sometimes happen in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts had no connexion whatever with the improvident clas... | grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood... | being the Gorgon he had expected, was young, and remarkably pretty. After that, he wrote no more about them, and devoted his leisure chiefly to their house. He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings about the Coketown district; and was much encouraged by Mr. Bounderby. It was quite in Mr. Bounder... | of the tribe, and to throw all other tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites. "Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it is all meaningless, and... | and was much encouraged by Mr. Bounderby. It was quite in Mr. Bounderby's gusty way to boast to all his world that _he_ didn't care about your highly connected people, but that if his wife Tom Gradgrind's daughter did, she was welcome to their company. Mr. James Harthouse began to think it would be a new sensation, if ... | Hard Times |
the late owner, | No speaker | "I am told that Nickits,"<|quote|>the late owner,</|quote|>"gave seven hundred pound for | would say to a visitor, "I am told that Nickits,"<|quote|>the late owner,</|quote|>"gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be | satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied the very pictures with his origin. "Why, sir," he would say to a visitor, "I am told that Nickits,"<|quote|... | in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by about two hundred thousand pounds. These accidents did sometimes happen in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby ... | the town, and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood of Mr. Bounderby's retreat, there... | expected, was young, and remarkably pretty. After that, he wrote no more about them, and devoted his leisure chiefly to their house. He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings about the Coketown district; and was much encouraged by Mr. Bounderby. It was quite in Mr. Bounderby's gusty way to boast ... | throw all other tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites. "Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it is all meaningless, and say so; while they k... | long accustomed to self-suppression, thus torn and divided, the Harthouse philosophy came as a relief and justification. Everything being hollow and worthless, she had missed nothing and sacrificed nothing. What did it matter, she had said to her father, when he proposed her husband. What did it matter, she said still.... | Hard Times |
"gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my poss... | Mr. James Harthouse | that Nickits," the late owner,<|quote|>"gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years u... | a visitor, "I am told that Nickits," the late owner,<|quote|>"gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of... | himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied the very pictures with his origin. "Why, sir," he would say to a visitor, "I am told that Nickits," the late owner,<|quote|>"gave ... | to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by about two hundred thousand pounds. These accidents did sometimes happen in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction ... | accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood of Mr. Bounderby's retreat, there mellowed into... | and remarkably pretty. After that, he wrote no more about them, and devoted his leisure chiefly to their house. He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings about the Coketown district; and was much encouraged by Mr. Bounderby. It was quite in Mr. Bounderby's gusty way to boast to all his world that... | tribes overboard, as conscious hypocrites. "Whom none of us believe, my dear Mrs. Bounderby, and who do not believe themselves. The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy never mind the name is, that we know it is all meaningless, and say so; while they know it equally a... | miles from the town, and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood of Mr. Bounderby's ret... | Hard Times |
Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style. | No speaker | and glad to get it!"<|quote|>Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style.</|quote|>"Harthouse, you have a couple | empty for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!"<|quote|>Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style.</|quote|>"Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring | possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the engravings of a man shaving himself in a boot, on the blacking bottles that I was overjoyed to use in cleaning boots with, and that I sold when they were empty for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!"<|quote|>Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same styl... | seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my possession, or that I could have got into my possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the engravings of a man shav... | in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion,... | the brother's revelations. He interwove them with everything he saw of the sister, and he began to understand her. To be sure, the better and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's... | Thomas Gradgrind had nurtured there in its state of innocence! It was even the worse for her at this pass, that in her mind implanted there before her eminently practical father began to form it a struggling disposition to believe in a wider and nobler humanity than she had ever heard of, constantly strove with doubts ... | it would be a new sensation, if the face which changed so beautifully for the whelp, would change for him. He was quick enough to observe; he had a good memory, and did not forget a word of the brother's revelations. He interwove them with everything he saw of the sister, and he began to understand her. To be sure, the... | Hard Times |
"Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westmi... | Josiah Bounderby | Harthouse in the same style.<|quote|>"Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went ... | Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style.<|quote|>"Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When th... | engravings of a man shaving himself in a boot, on the blacking bottles that I was overjoyed to use in cleaning boots with, and that I sold when they were empty for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!" Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style.<|quote|>"Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. B... | it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my possession, or that I could have got into my possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the engravings of a man shaving himself in a boot, on the blacking bottles... | had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied the very pictures... | of the sister, and he began to understand her. To be sure, the better and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, abo... | It was even the worse for her at this pass, that in her mind implanted there before her eminently practical father began to form it a struggling disposition to believe in a wider and nobler humanity than she had ever heard of, constantly strove with doubts and resentments. With doubts, because the aspiration had been s... | James Harthouse began to think it would be a new sensation, if the face which changed so beautifully for the whelp, would change for him. He was quick enough to observe; he had a good memory, and did not forget a word of the brother's revelations. He interwove them with everything he saw of the sister, and he began to ... | Hard Times |
It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. | No speaker | dark back street in Antwerp."<|quote|>It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it | fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp."<|quote|>It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a mo... | me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp."<|quote|>It was among the leaf... | is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster ... | round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their st... | bullied the very pictures with his origin. "Why, sir," he would say to a visitor, "I am told that Nickits," the late owner, "gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall ... | member, that the Bounderbys were "great fun;" and further, that the female Bounderby, instead of being the Gorgon he had expected, was young, and remarkably pretty. After that, he wrote no more about them, and devoted his leisure chiefly to their house. He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings a... | and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood of Mr. Bounderby's retreat, there mellowed ... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." | Mr. James Harthouse | it would change for him.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you."</|quote|>It was not by any | it, and to try if it would change for him.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you."</|quote|>It was not by any wonderful accident that he found | up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident ... | a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Ant... | a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not order 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a complet... | course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my possession, or that I could have got into my possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the ... | He was very often in their house, in his flittings and visitings about the Coketown district; and was much encouraged by Mr. Bounderby. It was quite in Mr. Bounderby's gusty way to boast to all his world that _he_ didn't care about your highly connected people, but that if his wife Tom Gradgrind's daughter did, she was... | like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sl... | Hard Times |
It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes... | No speaker | wish to speak to you."<|quote|>It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as sh... | some time had a particular wish to speak to you."<|quote|>It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen... | prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you."<|quote|>It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time... | this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wonderin... | to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not order 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Jos... | don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my possession, or that I could have got into my possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the engravings of a man shaving himself in a boot, on the blacking bottles that I was overjoyed to use in cleaning boots with... | Bounderby's gusty way to boast to all his world that _he_ didn't care about your highly connected people, but that if his wife Tom Gradgrind's daughter did, she was welcome to their company. Mr. James Harthouse began to think it would be a new sensation, if the face which changed so beautifully for the whelp, would cha... | plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my possession, or that I could have got into my possession, by ... | Hard Times |
"Your brother. My young friend Tom" | Mr. James Harthouse | a glance at her face.<|quote|>"Your brother. My young friend Tom"</|quote|>Her colour brightened, and she | sat down beside her, with a glance at her face.<|quote|>"Your brother. My young friend Tom"</|quote|>Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a | place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face.<|quote|>"Your brother. My young friend Tom"</|quote|>Her colo... | esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where... | into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It w... | get it!" Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style. "Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When t... | word of the brother's revelations. He interwove them with everything he saw of the sister, and he began to understand her. To be sure, the better and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a s... | There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I... | Hard Times |
Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. | No speaker | brother. My young friend Tom"<|quote|>Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest.</|quote|>"I never in my life," | glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom"<|quote|>Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest.</|quote|>"I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so | was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom"<|quote|>Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a lo... | that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where sh... | yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows o... | Mr. Harthouse in the same style. "Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to W... | interwove them with everything he saw of the sister, and he began to understand her. To be sure, the better and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken ... | a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my possession, or that I could have got into my possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the engravings of a man shaving himself in a boot, on the blacking... | Hard Times |
"I never in my life," | Mr. James Harthouse | with a look of interest.<|quote|>"I never in my life,"</|quote|>he thought, "saw anything so | and she turned to him with a look of interest.<|quote|>"I never in my life,"</|quote|>he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as | where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest.<|quote|>"I never in my life,"</|quote|>he thought, "saw ... | particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as... | with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to p... | down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I... | understand her. To be sure, the better and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town,... | office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among... | Hard Times |
he thought, | No speaker | "I never in my life,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"saw anything so remarkable and | with a look of interest. "I never in my life,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting | the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"saw anything so remarkable and so... | you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling... | of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wonde... | dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living ... | the better and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible within a mil... | and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for o... | Hard Times |
"saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" | Mr. James Harthouse | in my life," he thought,<|quote|>"saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!"</|quote|>His face betrayed his thoughts | look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought,<|quote|>"saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!"</|quote|>His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for | leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought,<|quote|>"saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the ... | was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at... | country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering whe... | if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage,... | and profounder part of her character was not within his scope of perception; for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible within a mile or two, b... | for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!" Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style. "Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full numbe... | Hard Times |
His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. | No speaker | the lighting of those features!"<|quote|>His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do.</|quote|>"Pardon me. The expression of | remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!"<|quote|>His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do.</|quote|>"Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so | He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!"<|quote|>His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps... | day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your b... | this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby,... | place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen h... | for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth; but he soon began to read the rest with a student's eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by desert... | dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which ... | Hard Times |
"Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." | Mr. James Harthouse | its instructions so to do.<|quote|>"Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire."</|quote|>"Being so impulsive," she said | might have been according to its instructions so to do.<|quote|>"Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire."</|quote|>"Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you | she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do.<|quote|>"Pardon me. The expression ... | a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never i... | shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to... | When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what... | eye. Mr. Bounderby had taken possession of a house and grounds, about fifteen miles from the town, and accessible within a mile or two, by a railway striding on many arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This... | in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate... | Hard Times |
"Being so impulsive," | Louisa Bounderby | am so compelled to admire."<|quote|>"Being so impulsive,"</|quote|>she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, | this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire."<|quote|>"Being so impulsive,"</|quote|>she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make | face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire."<|quote|>"Being so impulsive,"</|quote|>... | sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without be... | try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favour... | baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not order 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you ar... | arches over a wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood of Mr. Bounderby's retreat, there mellowed into a rustic landscape, golden with heath, and snowy with hawthorn... | it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being... | Hard Times |
she said composedly. | No speaker | to admire." "Being so impulsive,"<|quote|>she said composedly.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know | but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive,"<|quote|>she said composedly.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with | thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive,"<|quote|>she said composedly.</|quot... | her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for... | would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort... | I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not order 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that ther... | wild country, undermined by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood of Mr. Bounderby's retreat, there mellowed into a rustic landscape, golden with heath, and snowy with hawthorn in the spring... | You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), N... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." | Mr. James Harthouse | so impulsive," she said composedly.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever."</|quote|>"I am waiting," she returned, | so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever."</|quote|>"I am wait... | betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I... | glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might ha... | him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an openi... | keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not order 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a co... | by deserted coal-shafts, and spotted at night by fires and black shapes of stationary engines at pits' mouths. This country, gradually softening towards the neighbourhood of Mr. Bounderby's retreat, there mellowed into a rustic landscape, golden with heath, and snowy with hawthorn in the spring of the year, and tremulo... | I could have got into my possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the engravings of a man shaving himself in a boot, on the blacking bottles that I was overjoyed to use in cleaning boots with, and that I sold when they were empty for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!" Then he would address Mr. Harthouse... | Hard Times |
"I am waiting," | Louisa Bounderby | of any Arcadian proceeding whatever."<|quote|>"I am waiting,"</|quote|>she returned, "for your further | reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever."<|quote|>"I am waiting,"</|quote|>she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You | so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever."<|quote|>"I am waiting,"</|q... | of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impul... | the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her f... | 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into m... | with hawthorn in the spring of the year, and tremulous with leaves and their shadows all the summer time. The bank had foreclosed a mortgage effected on the property thus pleasantly situated, by one of the Coketown magnates, who, in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculat... | like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sl... | Hard Times |
she returned, | No speaker | proceeding whatever." "I am waiting,"<|quote|>she returned,</|quote|>"for your further reference to | altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting,"<|quote|>she returned,</|quote|>"for your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid | admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting,"<|quote|>she returned,</|quo... | His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said comp... | day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your b... | so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and... | the spring of the year, and tremulous with leaves and their shadows all the summer time. The bank had foreclosed a mortgage effected on the property thus pleasantly situated, by one of the Coketown magnates, who, in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by abo... | kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bea... | Hard Times |
"for your further reference to my brother." | Louisa Bounderby | "I am waiting," she returned,<|quote|>"for your further reference to my brother."</|quote|>"You are rigid with me, | of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned,<|quote|>"for your further reference to my brother."</|quote|>"You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I | so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned,<|quote|>"for your further ref... | betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "... | that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My... | come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me y... | of the year, and tremulous with leaves and their shadows all the summer time. The bank had foreclosed a mortgage effected on the property thus pleasantly situated, by one of the Coketown magnates, who, in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by about two hund... | have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as ... | Hard Times |
"You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." | Mr. James Harthouse | further reference to my brother."<|quote|>"You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him."</|quote|>"Have you an interest in | waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother."<|quote|>"You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him."</|quote|>"Have you a... | no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother."<|quote|>"You are rigid with me, and I ... | for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with ... | and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour bright... | know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act ... | and their shadows all the summer time. The bank had foreclosed a mortgage effected on the property thus pleasantly situated, by one of the Coketown magnates, who, in his determination to make a shorter cut than usual to an enormous fortune, overspeculated himself by about two hundred thousand pounds. These accidents di... | maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, ... | Hard Times |
"Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" | Louisa Bounderby | have an interest in him."<|quote|>"Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?"</|quote|>she asked, half incredulously and | which was your brother. I have an interest in him."<|quote|>"Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?"</|quote|>she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had | reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him."<|quote|>"Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?"</|quote|>sh... | said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You... | with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it m... | While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark ... | hundred thousand pounds. These accidents did sometimes happen in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbage... | aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays... | Hard Times |
she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. | No speaker | interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully.</|quote|>"If you had asked me | in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully.</|quote|>"If you had asked me when I first came here, | me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully.</|quot... | make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as wor... | My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructio... | office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among... | in the best regulated families of Coketown, but the bankrupts had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion,... | had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His fac... | Hard Times |
"If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." | Mr. James Harthouse | half incredulously and half gratefully.<|quote|>"If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes."</|quote|>She made a slight movement, | anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully.<|quote|>"If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes."</|quote|>She made a slight movement, as if she were t... | as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully.<|quote|>"If you had asked me when I first... | I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, excep... | and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of y... | used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the... | but the bankrupts had no connexion whatever with the improvident classes. It afforded Mr. Bounderby supreme satisfaction to instal himself in this snug little estate, and with demonstrative humility to grow cabbages in the flower-garden. He delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied... | in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a... | Hard Times |
She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, | No speaker | justly awakening your incredulity yes."<|quote|>She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said,</|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse, I give you | make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes."<|quote|>She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said,</|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in | you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes."<|quote|>She made a slight movement, as if ... | to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously... | without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I... | fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate acci... | delighted to live, barrack-fashion, among the elegant furniture, and he bullied the very pictures with his origin. "Why, sir," he would say to a visitor, "I am told that Nickits," the late owner, "gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seve... | came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp."... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." | Louisa Bounderby | voice; at length she said,<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother."</|quote|>"Thank you. I claim to | speak, but could not find voice; at length she said,<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother."</|quote|>"Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how | first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said,<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interest... | find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I mu... | sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reason... | long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any w... | say to a visitor, "I am told that Nickits," the late owner, "gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of ... | minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I es... | Hard Times |
"Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his... | Mr. James Harthouse | being interested in my brother."<|quote|>"Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of th... | I give you credit for being interested in my brother."<|quote|>"Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I... | even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother."<|quote|>"Thank you. I claim to deserve it. Y... | and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence,... | I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding w... | which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at w... | "gave seven hundred pound for that Seabeach. Now, to be plain with you, if I ever, in the whole course of my life, take seven looks at it, at a hundred pound a look, it will be as much as I shall do. No, by George! I don't forget that I am Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. For years upon years, the only pictures in my poss... | prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day ... | Hard Times |
She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. | No speaker | him for his own sake."<|quote|>She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in | subject. I am interested in him for his own sake."<|quote|>She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet | but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake."<|quote|>She had made the slightest action possible, as ... | your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for ... | your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she as... | at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My youn... | my possession, or that I could have got into my possession, by any means, unless I stole 'em, were the engravings of a man shaving himself in a boot, on the blacking bottles that I was overjoyed to use in cleaning boots with, and that I sold when they were empty for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!" Then he woul... | this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby,... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby," | Mr. James Harthouse | that instant, and she remained.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>he resumed, in a lighter | of what he said at that instant, and she remained.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a | I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>he resumed, in a lighter manner, and... | my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested i... | you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to ma... | leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting... | I was overjoyed to use in cleaning boots with, and that I sold when they were empty for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!" Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style. "Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in... | him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, ... | Hard Times |
he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; | No speaker | and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed;</|quote|>"it is no irrevocable offence | he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed;</|quote|>"it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of | running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a sh... | "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his... | and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence,... | last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those ... | overjoyed to use in cleaning boots with, and that I sold when they were empty for a farthing a-piece, and glad to get it!" Then he would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style. "Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this ... | the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days,... | Hard Times |
"it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" | Mr. James Harthouse | than the manner he dismissed;<|quote|>"it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Allow me to be | which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed;<|quote|>"it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he | risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed;<|quote|>"it is no irrevocable offence in a young fello... | him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turn... | half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length sh... | friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to ... | would address Mr. Harthouse in the same style. "Harthouse, you have a couple of horses down here. Bring half a dozen more if you like, and we'll find room for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy... | to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched... | Hard Times |
"Yes." | Louisa Bounderby | the common phrase. Is he?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Allow me to be frank. | expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games | manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Allow me... | I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which wa... | appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim,... | as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire."... | for 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. ... | a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might ... | Hard Times |
"Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" | Mr. James Harthouse | common phrase. Is he?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?"</|quote|>"I think he makes bets." | a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?"</|quote|>"I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if | and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Allow me to be frank. Do ... | am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was ... | to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I wil... | the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "B... | 'em. There's stabling in this place for a dozen horses; and unless Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why,... | no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to de... | Hard Times |
"I think he makes bets." | Mr. James Harthouse | think he games at all?"<|quote|>"I think he makes bets."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if | to be frank. Do you think he games at all?"<|quote|>"I think he makes bets."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole | even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?"<|quote|>"I think he makes bets."</|q... | slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is... | made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him... | betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no... | Nickits is belied, he kept the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough... | any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He s... | Hard Times |
Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, | No speaker | "I think he makes bets."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added,</|quote|>"I know he does." "Of | think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added,</|quote|>"I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody | manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that... | she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a youn... | if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bou... | have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know... | the full number. A round dozen of 'em, sir. When that man was a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to ... | to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I wil... | Hard Times |
"I know he does." | Louisa Bounderby | her whole answer, she added,<|quote|>"I know he does."</|quote|>"Of course he loses?" "Yes." | as if that were not her whole answer, she added,<|quote|>"I know he does."</|quote|>"Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. | your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added,<|quote|>"I know he does."</|quote|>"Of co... | the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsid... | she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account... | of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for an... | a boy, he went to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging us... | in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I neve... | Hard Times |
"Of course he loses?" | Mr. James Harthouse | added, "I know he does."<|quote|>"Of course he loses?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Everybody does lose who | not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does."<|quote|>"Of course he loses?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at | he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does."<|quote|>"Of course he loses?"</|quote|>"Yes." "E... | he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensiv... | I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am runn... | is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and alto... | to Westminster School. Went to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I cou... | it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I firs... | Hard Times |
"Yes." | Louisa Bounderby | does." "Of course he loses?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Everybody does lose who bets. | she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the | and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Everybody does lose who bets. Ma... | instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissi... | for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the su... | should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of ... | to Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and ... | myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised ... | Hard Times |
"Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" | Mr. James Harthouse | "Of course he loses?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?"</|quote|>She sat, looking down; but, | added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?"</|quote|>She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her | expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at t... | and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in... | being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subjec... | be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arc... | Westminster School as a King's Scholar, when I was principally living on garbage, and sleeping in market baskets. Why, if I wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not... | gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I gi... | Hard Times |
She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. | No speaker | with money for these purposes?"<|quote|>She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully.</|quote|>"Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, | of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?"<|quote|>She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully.</|quote|>"Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I | at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?"<|quote|>She sat, looking down; but, at thi... | which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." M... | will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would h... | said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You... | wanted to keep a dozen horses which I don't, for one's enough for me I couldn't bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not order 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there'... | most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled... | Hard Times |
"Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" | Mr. James Harthouse | searchingly and a little resentfully.<|quote|>"Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?"</|quote|>She seemed ... | this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully.<|quote|>"Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that n... | whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully.<|quote|>"Acquit me of i... | a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of c... | him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he... | am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except ... | bear to see 'em in their stalls here, and think what my own lodging used to be. I couldn't look at 'em, sir, and not order 'em out. Yet so things come round. You see this place; you know what sort of a place it is; you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care wh... | had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for be... | Hard Times |
She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. | No speaker | his sake? Is that necessary?"<|quote|>She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it.</|quote|>"Candidly to confess everything that | Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?"<|quote|>She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it.</|quote|>"Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said | and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?"<|quote|>She seemed to try to answer, but... | that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acqu... | a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother... | it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I firs... | you are aware that there's not a completer place of its size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster Scho... | been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am... | Hard Times |
"Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," | Mr. James Harthouse | but nothing came of it.<|quote|>"Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me,"</|quote|>said James Harthouse, again gliding | seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it.<|quote|>"Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me,"</|quote|>said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of | Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it.<|quote|>"Candidly to confess everything that has occurred ... | does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby... | what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and exp... | except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say... | size in this kingdom or elsewhere I don't care where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this c... | composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You are ... | Hard Times |
said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; | No speaker | that has occurred to me,"<|quote|>said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner;</|quote|>"I will confide to you | it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me,"<|quote|>said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner;</|quote|>"I will confide to you my doubt whether he has | into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me,"<|quote|>said James Harthouse, again gliding with the ... | who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and ... | "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase... | you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to ma... | where and here, got into the middle of it, like a maggot into a nut, is Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in t... | according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I make no pretence with you. You know I am a so... | Hard Times |
"I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." | Mr. James Harthouse | into his more airy manner;<|quote|>"I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father."</|quote|>"I do not," said Louisa, | the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner;<|quote|>"I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father."</|quote|>"I do not," said Louisa, flush... | of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner;<|quote|>"I will confide to you my... | these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Sh... | assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he m... | in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had asked me when I first came here, I should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement,... | Josiah Bounderby. While Nickits (as a man came into my office, and told me yesterday), Nickits, who used to act in Latin, in the Westminster School plays, with the chief-justices and nobility of this country applauding him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor,... | little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action po... | Hard Times |
"I do not," | Louisa Bounderby | and his most worthy father."<|quote|>"I do not,"</|quote|>said Louisa, flushing with her | have been established between himself and his most worthy father."<|quote|>"I do not,"</|quote|>said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that | Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father."<|quote|>"I do not... | and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of eff... | the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying... | even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know ... | him till they were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, ... | piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am no... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, | No speaker | worthy father." "I do not,"<|quote|>said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise,</|quote|>"think it likely." "Or, between | between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not,"<|quote|>said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise,</|quote|>"think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust | with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not,"<|quote|>said Louisa, flushing ... | to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into hi... | Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for... | hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I... | were black in the face, is drivelling at this minute drivelling, sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if ... | me, and I deserve it. I am as worthless a dog as you will find, except that I am not false not false. But you surprised and started me from my subject, which was your brother. I have an interest in him." "Have you an interest in anything, Mr. Harthouse?" she asked, half incredulously and half gratefully. "If you had as... | Hard Times |
"think it likely." | Louisa Bounderby | great remembrance in that wise,<|quote|>"think it likely."</|quote|>"Or, between himself, and I | Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise,<|quote|>"think it likely."</|quote|>"Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect | "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise,<|quote|>"think it likely.... | of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt w... | he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at th... | your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for ... | sir! in a fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fort... | She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he ... | Hard Times |
"Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." | Mr. James Harthouse | that wise, "think it likely."<|quote|>"Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law."</|quote|>She flushed deeper and deeper, | her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely."<|quote|>"Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law."</|quote|>She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when | to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely."<|quote|>"Or, between h... | experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has... | all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question,... | She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of... | fifth floor, up a narrow dark back street in Antwerp." It was among the leafy shadows of this retirement, in the long sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate acci... | I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which wa... | Hard Times |
She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, | No speaker | and his highly esteemed brother-in-law."<|quote|>She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice,</|quote|>"I do not think that | my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law."<|quote|>She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice,</|quote|>"I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said | to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law."<|quote|>She flushe... | "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been estab... | does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby... | Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me agai... | sultry summer days, that Mr. Harthouse began to prove the face which had set him wondering when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonder... | of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and ... | Hard Times |
"I do not think that likely, either." | Louisa Bounderby | replied in a fainter voice,<|quote|>"I do not think that likely, either."</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after | was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice,<|quote|>"I do not think that likely, either."</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there | flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice,<|quote|>"I do not think t... | same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own grea... | probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a help... | deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had mad... | when he first saw it, and to try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, a... | at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby," | Mr. James Harthouse | not think that likely, either."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, after a short | a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a | that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either."<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|qu... | airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it li... | money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked expe... | do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, a... | try if it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favour... | your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse, after a short silence, | No speaker | that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, after a short silence,</|quote|>"may there be a better | voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, after a short silence,</|quote|>"may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? | "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said Harthouse,... | "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, b... | these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Sh... | but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she w... | it would change for him. "Mrs. Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite res... | May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to ... | Hard Times |
"may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" | Mr. James Harthouse | Harthouse, after a short silence,<|quote|>"may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?"</|quote|>"You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," | likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence,<|quote|>"may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?"</|quote|>"You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: | and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence,<|quote|>"may there be a b... | doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may ... | but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that n... | You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry ... | Bounderby, I esteem it a most fortunate accident that I find you alone here. I have for some time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dar... | you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; ... | Hard Times |
"You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," | Louisa Bounderby | a considerable sum of you?"<|quote|>"You will understand, Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>she returned, after some indecision: | and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?"<|quote|>"You will understand, Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or | brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?"<|quote|>"You wil... | likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed... | dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to ... | expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remaine... | time had a particular wish to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of la... | interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I a... | Hard Times |
she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner; | No speaker | "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner;</|quote|>"you will understand that if | a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner;</|quote|>"you will understand that if I tell you what you | deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>she return... | between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burn... | Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, ag... | his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter ... | to speak to you." It was not by any wonderful accident that he found her, the time of day being that at which she was always alone, and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched... | "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his... | Hard Times |
"you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret." | Louisa Bounderby | main preserved her self-contained manner;<|quote|>"you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret."</|quote|>"So spirited, too!" thought James | and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner;<|quote|>"you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret."</|quote|>"So spirited, too!" thought James Harthouse. "Whe... | "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner;<|... | and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better co... | say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages... | possible, as if she would have risen in a hurry and gone away. He had turned the course of what he said at that instant, and she remained. "Mrs. Bounderby," he resumed, in a lighter manner, and yet with a show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable o... | and the place being her favourite resort. It was an opening in a dark wood, where some felled trees lay, and where she would sit watching the fallen leaves of last year, as she had watched the falling ashes at home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour bright... | know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. B... | Hard Times |
"So spirited, too!" | Mr. James Harthouse | not in the least regret."<|quote|>"So spirited, too!"</|quote|>thought James Harthouse. "When I | I have done I do not in the least regret."<|quote|>"So spirited, too!"</|quote|>thought James Harthouse. "When I married, I found that my | and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner; "you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret."<|quote|>"So spirited, too!"</|quote|>thought James Harthouse. "Whe... | likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the co... | his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "th... | show of effort in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at a... | home. He sat down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps w... | but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that n... | Hard Times |
thought James Harthouse. | No speaker | least regret." "So spirited, too!"<|quote|>thought James Harthouse.</|quote|>"When I married, I found | I do not in the least regret." "So spirited, too!"<|quote|>thought James Harthouse.</|quote|>"When I married, I found that my brother was even | in the main preserved her self-contained manner; "you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret." "So spirited, too!"<|quote|>thought James Harthouse.</|quote|>"When I married,... | Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had... | manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely.... | in assuming it, which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think h... | down beside her, with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betray... | little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole life, Mrs. Bounderby, expresses such charming self-forgetfulness on his account pardon me again I am running wide of the subject. I am interested in him for his own sake." She had made the slightest action po... | Hard Times |
"When I married, I found that my brother was even at that time heavily in debt. Heavily for him, I mean. Heavily enough to oblige me to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me." | Louisa Bounderby | spirited, too!" thought James Harthouse.<|quote|>"When I married, I found that my brother was even at that time heavily in debt. Heavily for him, I mean. Heavily enough to oblige me to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me."... | in the least regret." "So spirited, too!" thought James Harthouse.<|quote|>"When I married, I found that my brother was even at that time heavily in debt. Heavily for him, I mean. Heavily enough to oblige me to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, we... | preserved her self-contained manner; "you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret." "So spirited, too!" thought James Harthouse.<|quote|>"When I married, I found that my brot... | after a short silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her s... | confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between h... | which was even more expressive than the manner he dismissed; "it is no irrevocable offence in a young fellow of your brother's years, if he is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." M... | with a glance at her face. "Your brother. My young friend Tom" Her colour brightened, and she turned to him with a look of interest. "I never in my life," he thought, "saw anything so remarkable and so captivating as the lighting of those features!" His face betrayed his thoughts perhaps without betraying him, for it m... | to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgive my plainness whether any great amount of confidence is likely to have been established between himself and his most worthy father.... | Hard Times |
Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was. | No speaker | were quite worthless to me."<|quote|>Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was.</... | no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me."<|quote|>Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much d... | I married, I found that my brother was even at that time heavily in debt. Heavily for him, I mean. Heavily enough to oblige me to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me."<|quote|>Either she saw in his face that he knew, or sh... | her self-contained manner; "you will understand that if I tell you what you press to know, it is not by way of complaint or regret. I would never complain of anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret." "So spirited, too!" thought James Harthouse. "When I married, I found that my brother was even at th... | "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "ma... | all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question,... | without betraying him, for it might have been according to its instructions so to do. "Pardon me. The expression of your sisterly interest is so beautiful Tom should be so proud of it I know this is inexcusable, but I am so compelled to admire." "Being so impulsive," she said composedly. "Mrs. Bounderby, no: you know I... | is heedless, inconsiderate, and expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose w... | Hard Times |
"Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pound... | Louisa Bounderby | duller man than he was.<|quote|>"Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in on... | he had been a much duller man than he was.<|quote|>"Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, ... | he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was.<|quote|>"Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what m... | was even at that time heavily in debt. Heavily for him, I mean. Heavily enough to oblige me to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me." Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he kne... | better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained manner; "you will underst... | raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed t... | make no pretence with you. You know I am a sordid piece of human nature, ready to sell myself at any time for any reasonable sum, and altogether incapable of any Arcadian proceeding whatever." "I am waiting," she returned, "for your further reference to my brother." "You are rigid with me, and I deserve it. I am as wor... | think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but,... | Hard Times |
She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother. | No speaker | anticipated my reason just now."<|quote|>She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless | with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now."<|quote|>She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless person, of the world worldly, | not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now."<|quote|>She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he sa... | money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being s... | to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me." Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had... | established between himself and his most worthy father." "I do not," said Louisa, flushing with her own great remembrance in that wise, "think it likely." "Or, between himself, and I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, ... | should have said no. I must say now even at the hazard of appearing to make a pretence, and of justly awakening your incredulity yes." She made a slight movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank y... | his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manner; "I will confide to you my doubt whether he has had many advantages. Whether forgi... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless person, of the world worldly, I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. With all possible respect both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bound... | Mr. James Harthouse | slightly disguised as her brother.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless person, of the world worldly, I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. With all possible respe... | her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless person, of the world worldly, I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. W... | I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless per... | been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because y... | his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, ... | I may trust to your perfect understanding of my meaning, I am sure and his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better confid... | movement, as if she were trying to speak, but could not find voice; at length she said, "Mr. Harthouse, I give you credit for being interested in my brother." "Thank you. I claim to deserve it. You know how little I do claim, but I will go that length. You have done so much for him, you are so fond of him; your whole l... | but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that n... | Hard Times |
As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. | No speaker | presents to my own view."<|quote|>As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words.</|quote|>"All allowance," he continued, "must | I should express what it presents to my own view."<|quote|>As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words.</|quote|>"All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one | we have agreed invite confidence. If I might venture to remark that it is the least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view."<|quote|>As she sat looking st... | the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have no doubt upon him. Mr. Bounderby's fine bluff English independence, though a most charming characteristic, does not as we have agreed invite co... | off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother. "Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless person, of the world worldly, I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I unde... | trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me." Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it... | expensive a little dissipated, in the common phrase. Is he?" "Yes." "Allow me to be frank. Do you think he games at all?" "I think he makes bets." Mr. Harthouse waiting, as if that were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the proba... | money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being s... | Hard Times |
"All allowance," | Mr. James Harthouse | his very distinctly uttered words.<|quote|>"All allowance,"</|quote|>he continued, "must be made. | her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words.<|quote|>"All allowance,"</|quote|>he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault | would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words.<|quote|>"All allowance,"</|quote|>he con... | upon him. Mr. Bounderby's fine bluff English independence, though a most charming characteristic, does not as we have agreed invite confidence. If I might venture to remark that it is the least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would ... | world worldly, I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. With all possible respect both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortu... | feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short,... | were not her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me... | hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready... | Hard Times |
he continued, | No speaker | distinctly uttered words. "All allowance,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"must be made. I have | her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"must be made. I have one great fault to find | for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"mu... | Mr. Bounderby's fine bluff English independence, though a most charming characteristic, does not as we have agreed invite confidence. If I might venture to remark that it is the least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for r... | I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. With all possible respect both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his tra... | her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what mone... | her whole answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of imper... | when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother. "Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless person... | Hard Times |
"must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." | Mr. James Harthouse | words. "All allowance," he continued,<|quote|>"must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account."</|quote|>Louisa turned her eyes to | of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued,<|quote|>"must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account."</|quote|>Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him | and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued,<|quote|>"must be made. I have o... | fine bluff English independence, though a most charming characteristic, does not as we have agreed invite confidence. If I might venture to remark that it is the least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidan... | the utmost interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. With all possible respect both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. ... | that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. C... | answer, she added, "I know he does." "Of course he loses?" "Yes." "Everybody does lose who bets. May I hint at the probability of your sometimes supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent cur... | she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: she had been m... | Hard Times |
Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? | No speaker | take him heavily to account."<|quote|>Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that?</|quote|>"Perhaps," he returned, "I have | forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account."<|quote|>Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that?</|quote|>"Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would | into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account."<|quote|>Louisa turned her eyes to his face,... | the least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of ... | with which you regard his errors. With all possible respect both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that... | have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit... | supplying him with money for these purposes?" She sat, looking down; but, at this question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depth... | them. They, were quite worthless to me." Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, though he had been a much duller man than he wa... | Hard Times |
"Perhaps," | Mr. James Harthouse | him what fault was that?<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>he returned, "I have said | to his face, and asked him what fault was that?<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have | of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that?<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>he returned, "I h... | a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly ut... | and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have no doubt upon him. Mr.... | was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred ... | question, raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" Sh... | had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, b... | Hard Times |
he returned, | No speaker | what fault was that? "Perhaps,"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"I have said enough. Perhaps | his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps,"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, | his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps,"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"I have... | character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly utte... | for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have no doubt upon him. Mr. Bou... | "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pound... | raised her eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed t... | anything, and what I have done I do not in the least regret." "So spirited, too!" thought James Harthouse. "When I married, I found that my brother was even at that time heavily in debt. Heavily for him, I mean. Heavily enough to oblige me to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I att... | Hard Times |
"I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me." | Mr. James Harthouse | was that? "Perhaps," he returned,<|quote|>"I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me."</|quote|>"You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. | and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned,<|quote|>"I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me."</|quote|>"You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it." | distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned,<|quote|>"I have said enough. Perh... | and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowanc... | Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have no doubt upon him. Mr. Bounderby's... | I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not... | eyes searchingly and a little resentfully. "Acquit me of impertinent curiosity, my dear Mrs. Bounderby. I think Tom may be gradually falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to an... | been a much duller man than he was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted i... | Hard Times |
"You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it." | Louisa Bounderby | to it had escaped me."<|quote|>"You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it."</|quote|>"To relieve you from needless | the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me."<|quote|>"You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it."</|quote|>"To relieve you from needless apprehension and as this confidence | I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me."<|quote|>"You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me kno... | sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which ... | in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have no doubt upon him. Mr. Bounderby's fine bluff English independence, though a most charming characteristic, does not as we have agreed invite confidence. If... | in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept ... | falling into trouble, and I wish to stretch out a helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the ... | both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have... | Hard Times |
"To relieve you from needless apprehension and as this confidence regarding your brother, which I prize I am sure above all possible things, has been established between us I obey. I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend; of the devo... | Mr. James Harthouse | Pray let me know it."<|quote|>"To relieve you from needless apprehension and as this confidence regarding your brother, which I prize I am sure above all possible things, has been established between us I obey. I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection o... | "You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it."<|quote|>"To relieve you from needless apprehension and as this confidence regarding your brother, which I prize I am sure above all possible things, has been established between us I obey. I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act o... | to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me." "You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it."<|quote|>"To relieve you from needless apprehension a... | the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his fac... | into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have no doubt upon him. Mr. Bounderby's fine bluff English independence, though a most charming characteristic, does not as we have agreed invite confidence. If I might venture to remark that it is the le... | you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them t... | helping hand to him from the depths of my wicked experience. Shall I say again, for his sake? Is that necessary?" She seemed to try to answer, but nothing came of it. "Candidly to confess everything that has occurred to me," said James Harthouse, again gliding with the same appearance of effort into his more airy manne... | various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him... | Hard Times |
The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffused with tears. They rose from a deep well, long concealed, and her heart was filled with acute pain that found no relief in them. | No speaker | consider it a venial offence."<|quote|>The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffused with tears. They rose from a deep well, long concealed, and her heart was filled with acute pain that found no relief in them.</|quote|>"In a word, it is | your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence."<|quote|>The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffused with tears. They rose from a deep well, long concealed, and her heart was filled with acute pain that found no relief in them.</|quote|>"In a word, it is to correct your brother in | very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence."<|quote|>The wood floated before her, for her... | I obey. I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend; of the devotion of his best friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his co... | made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had esca... | interest, I assure you, in what you tell me. I cannot possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. With all possible respect both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a d... | his highly esteemed brother-in-law." She flushed deeper and deeper, and was burning red when she replied in a fainter voice, "I do not think that likely, either." "Mrs. Bounderby," said Harthouse, after a short silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of yo... | possibly be hard upon your brother. I understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard his errors. With all possible respect both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his pa... | Hard Times |
"In a word, it is to correct your brother in this, Mrs. Bounderby, that I must aspire. My better knowledge of his circumstances, and my direction and advice in extricating them rather valuable, I hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over him, and all I gain I shall certai... | Mr. James Harthouse | found no relief in them.<|quote|>"In a word, it is to correct your brother in this, Mrs. Bounderby, that I must aspire. My better knowledge of his circumstances, and my direction and advice in extricating them rather valuable, I hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over h... | filled with acute pain that found no relief in them.<|quote|>"In a word, it is to correct your brother in this, Mrs. Bounderby, that I must aspire. My better knowledge of his circumstances, and my direction and advice in extricating them rather valuable, I hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will g... | be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence." The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffused with tears. They rose from a deep well, long concealed, and her heart was filled with acute pain that found no relief in them.<|quote|>"In a word, it is to correct your broth... | of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brothe... | what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me." "You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it." "To relieve you from needless apprehension and as this confidence regarding your brother, which I prize I am sure a... | both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have... | silence, "may there be a better confidence between yourself and me? Tom has borrowed a considerable sum of you?" "You will understand, Mr. Harthouse," she returned, after some indecision: she had been more or less uncertain, and troubled throughout the conversation, and yet had in the main preserved her self-contained ... | of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly d... | Hard Times |
he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now; | No speaker | sort. Yonder, among the trees,"<|quote|>he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now;</|quote|>"is your brother himself; no | I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees,"<|quote|>he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now;</|quote|>"is your brother himself; no doubt, just come down. As | said enough, and more than enough. I seem to be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees,"<|quote|>he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked ab... | must aspire. My better knowledge of his circumstances, and my direction and advice in extricating them rather valuable, I hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over him, and all I gain I shall certainly use towards this end. I have said enough, and more than enough. I seem... | a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence." The wood floated before her, for her eyes ... | guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fau... | him, I mean. Heavily enough to oblige me to sell some trinkets. They were no sacrifice. I sold them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me." Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. S... | both for Mr. Gradgrind and for Mr. Bounderby, I think I perceive that he has not been fortunate in his training. Bred at a disadvantage towards the society in which he has his part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opposite extremes that have long been forced with the very best intentions we have... | Hard Times |
"is your brother himself; no doubt, just come down. As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may be as well, perhaps, to walk towards him, and throw ourselves in his way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as consciences. Though, u... | Mr. James Harthouse | watched her closely until now;<|quote|>"is your brother himself; no doubt, just come down. As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may be as well, perhaps, to walk towards him, and throw ourselves in his way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there ar... | looked about; for he had watched her closely until now;<|quote|>"is your brother himself; no doubt, just come down. As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may be as well, perhaps, to walk towards him, and throw ourselves in his way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscien... | fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now;<|quote|>"is your brother himself; no doubt, j... | I hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over him, and all I gain I shall certainly use towards this end. I have said enough, and more than enough. I seem to be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any prot... | ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence." The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffused with tears. They rose from a deep well, long concealed, and her heart was fill... | across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." L... | them very willingly. I attached no value to them. They, were quite worthless to me." Either she saw in his face that he knew, or she only feared in her conscience that he knew, that she spoke of some of her husband's gifts. She stopped, and reddened again. If he had not known it before, he would have known it then, tho... | demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence." The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffused with tears. They rose from a ... | Hard Times |
He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. | No speaker | often to believe in them."<|quote|>He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter ... | hear of them much too often to believe in them."<|quote|>He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was e... | as well, perhaps, to walk towards him, and throw ourselves in his way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as consciences. Though, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in them."<|quote|>He assisted her to rise, and she to... | that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now; "is your brother himself; no doubt, just come down. As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may be as well, perhaps, to walk towards him, and throw ourselves... | is to correct your brother in this, Mrs. Bounderby, that I must aspire. My better knowledge of his circumstances, and my direction and advice in extricating them rather valuable, I hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over him, and all I gain I shall certainly use towards... | "Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me." "You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it." "To relieve you from needless apprehension and as this confidence regarding your brother, which I prize I am sure above all possible thi... | was. "Since then, I have given my brother, at various times, what money I could spare: in short, what money I have had. Confiding in you at all, on the faith of the interest you profess for him, I will not do so by halves. Since you have been in the habit of visiting here, he has wanted in one sum as much as a hundred ... | in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, would turn for relief and guidance, I should express what it presents to my own view." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her fa... | Hard Times |
"Halloa!" | Young Thomas | pastime, and his colour changed.<|quote|>"Halloa!"</|quote|>he stammered; "I didn't know | was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed.<|quote|>"Halloa!"</|quote|>he stammered; "I didn't know you were here." "Whose name, | they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed.<|quote|>"Halloa!"</|quote|>he stammered; "I didn't kn... | his way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as consciences. Though, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in them." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating t... | said enough, and more than enough. I seem to be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for... | us I obey. I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend; of the devotion of his best friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his... | as much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. H... | I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me." "You alarm me, Mr. Harthouse. Pray let me know it." "... | Hard Times |
he stammered; | No speaker | and his colour changed. "Halloa!"<|quote|>he stammered;</|quote|>"I didn't know you were | engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!"<|quote|>he stammered;</|quote|>"I didn't know you were here." "Whose name, Tom," said | advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!"<|quote|>he stammered;</|quote|>"I didn't know yo... | way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as consciences. Though, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in them." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the b... | enough, and more than enough. I seem to be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he h... | I obey. I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend; of the devotion of his best friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his co... | much as a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He w... | I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to account." Louisa turned her eyes to his face, and asked him what fault was that? "Perhaps," he returned, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on the whole, if no allusion to it had escaped me... | Hard Times |
"I didn't know you were here." | Young Thomas | colour changed. "Halloa!" he stammered;<|quote|>"I didn't know you were here."</|quote|>"Whose name, Tom," said Mr. | this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!" he stammered;<|quote|>"I didn't know you were here."</|quote|>"Whose name, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon | meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!" he stammered;<|quote|>"I didn't know you were here."</|quote... | has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as consciences. Though, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in them." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches ... | more than enough. I seem to be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched h... | I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend; of the devotion of his best friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant l... | a hundred pounds. I have not been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a rea... | her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness of the wood beyond, he saw in her face her application of his very distinctly uttered words. "All allowance," he continued, "must be made. I have one great fault to find with Tom, however, which I cannot forgive, and for which I take him heavily to accoun... | Hard Times |
"Whose name, Tom," | Mr. James Harthouse | didn't know you were here."<|quote|>"Whose name, Tom,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, putting his | changed. "Halloa!" he stammered; "I didn't know you were here."<|quote|>"Whose name, Tom,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and | beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!" he stammered; "I didn't know you were here."<|quote|>"Whose name, Tom,"</|quote|>said Mr... | of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as consciences. Though, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in them." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stoope... | be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now; "is yo... | being more sensible in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend; of the devotion of his best friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his il... | been able to give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seize... | one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial offence." The wood floated before her, for her eyes were suffuse... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towards the house together, | No speaker | were here." "Whose name, Tom,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towards the house together,</|quote|>"have you been carving on | stammered; "I didn't know you were here." "Whose name, Tom,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towards the house together,</|quote|>"have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned | as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!" he stammered; "I didn't know you were here." "Whose name, Tom,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand ... | his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as consciences. Though, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in them." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip... | I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now; "is your brother himself;... | in every word, look, and act of his life, of the affection of his best friend; of the devotion of his best friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice... | give it to him. I have felt uneasy for the consequences of his being so involved, but I have kept these secrets until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportu... | of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brothe... | Hard Times |
"have you been carving on the trees?" | Mr. James Harthouse | walked towards the house together,<|quote|>"have you been carving on the trees?"</|quote|>"Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! | so that they all three walked towards the house together,<|quote|>"have you been carving on the trees?"</|quote|>"Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" | they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!" he stammered; "I didn't know you were here." "Whose name, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towards the house together,<|quote|>"have you been carvi... | often to believe in them." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime,... | that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now; "is your brother himself; no doubt, just come down. As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may be as well, perhaps, to walk... | friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in you... | until now, when I trust them to your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother. "Mrs. Bounderby, though a grace... | good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not the least intention to make any protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now; "is your brother himself; no doubt, just... | Hard Times |
"Whose name?" | Young Thomas | been carving on the trees?"<|quote|>"Whose name?"</|quote|>returned Tom. "Oh! You mean | the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?"<|quote|>"Whose name?"</|quote|>returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have | engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!" he stammered; "I didn't know you were here." "Whose name, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towards the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?"<|quote|>"Whose name?"<... | her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp. He was idly beating the branches as he lounged along: or he stooped viciously to rip the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter pastime, and his colour changed. "Halloa!" he s... | am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up his eyes and looked about; for he had watched her closely until now; "is your brother himself; no doubt, just come down. As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may be as well, perhaps, to walk towards him, and throw ourselves in his... | The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very poor one. What she has done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother, or inclined to consider it a venial o... | your honour. I have held no confidence with any one, because you anticipated my reason just now." She abruptly broke off. He was a ready man, and he saw, and seized, an opportunity here of presenting her own image to her, slightly disguised as her brother. "Mrs. Bounderby, though a graceless person, of the world worldl... | tears. They rose from a deep well, long concealed, and her heart was filled with acute pain that found no relief in them. "In a word, it is to correct your brother in this, Mrs. Bounderby, that I must aspire. My better knowledge of his circumstances, and my direction and advice in extricating them rather valuable, I ho... | Hard Times |
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