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returned Tom. | No speaker | on the trees?" "Whose name?"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"Oh! You mean what girl's | together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious | 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?" "Whose name?"<|quote|>returned 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 stammere... | 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 way. He ha... | 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 offence." Th... | 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 worldly, I feel the... | 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." "To relieve you fro... | Hard Times |
"Oh! You mean what girl's name?" | Young Thomas | trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom.<|quote|>"Oh! You mean what girl's name?"</|quote|>"You have a suspicious appearance | you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom.<|quote|>"Oh! You mean what girl's name?"</|quote|>"You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's | 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?" "Whose name?" returned Tom.<|quote|>"Oh! You ... | 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 stammered; "I didn... | 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 way. He has been ... | 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 offence." The wood fl... | 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 worldly, I feel the utmost... | 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 protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among th... | Hard Times |
"You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." | Mr. James Harthouse | You mean what girl's name?"<|quote|>"You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom."</|quote|>[Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom | "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?"<|quote|>"You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom."</|quote|>[Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not | 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?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?"<|quote|>"You have a suspici... | 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 stammered; "I didn't know you were here." "Wh... | 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 way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Pe... | 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 we... | 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 worldly, I feel the utmost interest, I assure you, in what ... | 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 protestation to that effect, ... | Hard Times |
[Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] | No speaker | creature's on the bark, Tom."<|quote|>[Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden]</|quote|>"Not much of that, Mr. | appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom."<|quote|>[Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden]</|quote|>"Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature | 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?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom."<|quote|>[Picture: Mr. H... | 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," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and ... | 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 way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there are such things as con... | 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 deep well, long concealed, and... | 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 understand and sha... | 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 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... | Hard Times |
"Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." | Young Thomas | Tom Gradgrind in the garden]<|quote|>"Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked."</|quote|>"I am afraid you are | Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden]<|quote|>"Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked."</|qu... | so that they all three walked towards the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden]<|quote|>"Not much ... | 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," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towa... | 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, upon my honour, I hear of them much t... | 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 filled with acute pain that found no relief in ... | 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 understand and share the wise consideration with which you regard hi... | 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 this end. I h... | Hard Times |
"I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." | Mr. James Harthouse | as often as she liked."<|quote|>"I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom."</|quote|>"Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is | me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked."<|quote|>"I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom."</|quote|>"Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." | garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked."<|quote|>"I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom."</|quote|>"Mercenary,"... | him, so that they all three walked towards the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of ... | 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 the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when th... | 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 hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will... | 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 part to play, he rushes into these extremes for himself, from opp... | 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 way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there... | Hard Times |
"Mercenary," | Young Thomas | afraid you are mercenary, Tom."<|quote|>"Mercenary,"</|quote|>repeated Tom. "Who is not | as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom."<|quote|>"Mercenary,"</|quote|>repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have | unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom."<|quote|>"Mercenary,"</|quote|>repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask ... | towards the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fa... | 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 the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in thi... | 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 hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over him, and ... | 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 long been forced wit... | 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 come down. As he seems to be loite... | Hard Times |
repeated Tom. | No speaker | you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary,"<|quote|>repeated Tom.</|quote|>"Who is not mercenary? Ask | she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary,"<|quote|>repeated Tom.</|quote|>"Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so | some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary,"<|quote|>repeated Tom.</|quote|>"Who is not mercenary? Ask my sist... | the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creat... | 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 the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this l... | 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 hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over him, and all I ... | 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 long been forced with the ve... | 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 devotion of his best friend; of her unselfishness; of her sacrifice. The return he makes her, within my observation, is a very p... | Hard Times |
"Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." | Young Thomas | mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom.<|quote|>"Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister."</|quote|>"Have you so proved it | "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom.<|quote|>"Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister."</|quote|>"Have you so proved it to be a failing of | creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom.<|quote|>"Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister."</|quote|>"Have... | together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a... | 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 the moss from the trees with his stick. He was startled when they came upon him while he was engaged in this latter past... | 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 hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale will give me some influence over him, and all I gain I sha... | 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 long been forced with the very best i... | 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 filled with acute pain that found no relief in them. "In a wor... | Hard Times |
"Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" | Louisa Bounderby | not mercenary? Ask my sister."<|quote|>"Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?"</|quote|>said Louisa, showing no other | "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister."<|quote|>"Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?"</|quote|>said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and | own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister."<|quote|>"Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?"<... | trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal wo... | 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. "Hall... | 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 th... | 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... | 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 love and gratitude... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. | No speaker | a failing of mine, Tom?"<|quote|>said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature.</|quote|>"You know whether the cap | so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?"<|quote|>said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature.</|quote|>"You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her | as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?"<|quote|>said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent a... | have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without a... | 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 stammered; "I didn't know you were here." "Whose name,... | 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 to be protes... | 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 fine bluff English independence, though a most cha... | 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 filled with acute pain that found no relief in them. "I... | Hard Times |
"You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," | Young Thomas | of his discontent and ill-nature.<|quote|>"You know whether the cap fits you, Loo,"</|quote|>returned her brother sulkily. "If | Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature.<|quote|>"You know whether the cap fits you, Loo,"</|quote|>returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear | me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature.<|quote|>"You know whether the cap fits you, L... | bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am ... | 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," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his sh... | 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 to be protesting that I am a sort of good fellow, when, upon my honour, I have not... | 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... | 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 protestation to that e... | Hard Times |
returned her brother sulkily. | No speaker | the cap fits you, Loo,"<|quote|>returned her brother sulkily.</|quote|>"If it does, you can | and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo,"<|quote|>returned her brother sulkily.</|quote|>"If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical | she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo,"<|quote|>returned her brother sulkily.<... | in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated ... | 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," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all thre... | 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 protestation to... | 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 I might venture to remark that it... | 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." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the whelp... | Hard Times |
"If it does, you can wear it." | Young Thomas | Loo," returned her brother sulkily.<|quote|>"If it does, you can wear it."</|quote|>"Tom is misanthropical to-day, as | whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily.<|quote|>"If it does, you can wear it."</|quote|>"Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now | afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily.<|quote|>"If it does, you c... | much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mer... | 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," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towards t... | 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 protestation to that effect, and openly ... | 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 least in the ... | 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 hope, as coming from a scapegrace on a much larger scale ... | Hard Times |
"Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," | Mr. James Harthouse | does, you can wear it."<|quote|>"Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe | her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it."<|quote|>"Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows | Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it."<|quote|>"Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bor... | fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so prov... | 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," 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... | 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 protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the... | 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 least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth ... | 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 the moss from the trees with his st... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Harthouse. | No speaker | people are now and then,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse.</|quote|>"Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. | misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse.</|quote|>"Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I | it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse.</|quote|>"Don't... | a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other se... | 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?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You m... | 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 protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he added, having lifted up h... | 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 least in the world deficient in that delicacy to which a youth mistaken, a character misconceived, and abilities misdirected, ... | 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. Careless fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vi... | Hard Times |
"Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little." | Mr. James Harthouse | and then," said Mr. Harthouse.<|quote|>"Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little."</|quote|>"At all events, Mr. Harthouse," | all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse.<|quote|>"Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little."</|quote|>"At all events, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, softening in his | a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse.<|quote|>"Don't believe him, Mrs.... | me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his ... | 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?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name... | 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 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 looke... | 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... | 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. "In a word, it is to correct your brother in this, Mrs. Bounderby, that I must aspire. My better knowledge of his circumstances... | Hard Times |
"At all events, Mr. Harthouse," | Young Thomas | unless he relents a little."<|quote|>"At all events, Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>said Tom, softening in his | you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little."<|quote|>"At all events, Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but | sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little."<|quote|>"At all events, Mr. Ha... | am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can we... | so that they all three walked towards the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that,... | 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 come down. As he seems to be loiteri... | 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." As she sat looking straight before her, across the changing lights upon the grass into the darkness ... | 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... | Hard Times |
said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, | No speaker | "At all events, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too,</|quote|>"you can't tell her that | unless he relents a little." "At all events, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too,</|quote|>"you can't tell her that I ever praised her for | can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little." "At all events, Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom, soften... | Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropica... | walked towards the house together, "have you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless ... | 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 come down. As he seems to be loitering in this direction, it may ... | 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 the wood beyond, ... | 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, "have you been carving on th... | Hard Times |
"you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." | Young Thomas | shaking his head sullenly too,<|quote|>"you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject."</|quote|>They walked on... | admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too,<|quote|>"you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the sub... | said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little." "At all events, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too,<|quote|>"you can't t... | it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs... | Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she ... | 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 way. He has b... | 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 allowance," he continu... | 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 protestation to that effect, and openly announce that I am nothing of the sort. Yonder, among the trees," he ad... | Hard Times |
They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. | No speaker | am sick of the subject."<|quote|>They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the g... | interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject."<|quote|>They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confident... | can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject."<|quote|>They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visit... | Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little." "At all events, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that ... | fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sens... | 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." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm, and they advanced to meet the ... | "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, "I have said enough. Perhaps it would have been better, on ... | 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 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 looke... | Hard Times |
"Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." | Mr. James Harthouse | a walk in the garden.<|quote|>"Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you."</|quote|>They had stopped among a | with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden.<|quote|>"Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you."</|quote|>They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was | house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden.<|quote|>"Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a w... | ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood... | mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows ... | 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 stammered; "I didn't know you were here.... | 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 things, has been established between us I obey. I cannot forgive him f... | 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, upon ... | Hard Times |
They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the ar... | No speaker | have a word with you."<|quote|>They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his ... | fine fellow, I want to have a word with you."<|quote|>They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upo... | looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you."<|quote|>They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was par... | being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into th... | ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately e... | 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," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his... | 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 things, has been established between us I obey. I cannot forgive him for not being more sensible in every word, look, and act of h... | 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 come down. As he seems to ... | Hard Times |
"Tom, what's the matter?" | Mr. James Harthouse | window. Perhaps she saw them.<|quote|>"Tom, what's the matter?"</|quote|>"Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom | were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them.<|quote|>"Tom, what's the matter?"</|quote|>"Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am | and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them.<|quote|>"Tom, what's the matter?"</|qu... | shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and p... | of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked ... | you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortun... | 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... | you been carving on the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortun... | Hard Times |
"Oh! Mr. Harthouse," | Young Thomas | them. "Tom, what's the matter?"<|quote|>"Oh! Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>said Tom with a groan, | her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?"<|quote|>"Oh! Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and | on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?"<|quote|>"Oh! Mr. Harthouse,"<... | him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while... | shaking his head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, wh... | the trees?" "Whose name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposa... | 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 brother, or inclined to conside... | that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? ... | Hard Times |
said Tom with a groan, | No speaker | the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom with a groan,</|quote|>"I am hard up, and | she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom with a groan,</|quote|>"I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." | plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>said Tom with a groan,... | confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerf... | sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitte... | name?" returned Tom. "Oh! You mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fanc... | 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 offen... | 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 stooped vicious... | Hard Times |
"I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." | Young Thomas | said Tom with a groan,<|quote|>"I am hard up, and bothered out of my life."</|quote|>"My good fellow, so am | the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan,<|quote|>"I am hard up, and bothered out of my life."</|quote|>"My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You | to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan,<|quote|>"I am hard up, and bothered ou... | in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him,... | her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went i... | mean what girl's name?" "You have a suspicious appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ug... | 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 offence." The wood floated before... | Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my... | Hard Times |
"My good fellow, so am I." | Mr. James Harthouse | bothered out of my life."<|quote|>"My good fellow, so am I."</|quote|>"You!" returned Tom. "You are | "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life."<|quote|>"My good fellow, so am I."</|quote|>"You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. | a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life."<|quote|>"My good fellow, so am I."</|quote|>"You!" re... | have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure e... | may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the ... | inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve ... | 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 suffused with tears. They... | 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, upon my honour, I ... | Hard Times |
"You!" | Young Thomas | good fellow, so am I."<|quote|>"You!"</|quote|>returned Tom. "You are the | out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I."<|quote|>"You!"</|quote|>returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, | his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I."<|quote|>"You!"</|quote|>returned Tom. "You are the pict... | had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm sup... | the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shad... | bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am ... | 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 deep well, long conce... | head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa q... | Hard Times |
returned Tom. | No speaker | fellow, so am I." "You!"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"You are the picture of | of my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am | figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!"<|quote|>returned Tom.</|quote|>"You are the picture ... | stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm support... | contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow o... | Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid... | 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 deep well, long concealed,... | 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," said Mr. Harthouse, putting his hand upon his shoulder and turning him, so that they all three walked towards the house togeth... | Hard Times |
"You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." | Young Thomas | am I." "You!" returned Tom.<|quote|>"You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it."</|quote|>He took to biting the | life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom.<|quote|>"You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it."</|quote|>He took to biting the rosebuds now,... | resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom.<|quote|>"You are the picture of independence. Mr. Ha... | a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that kne... | I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; th... | Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercena... | 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 deep well, long concealed, and her heart ... | her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed... | Hard Times |
He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. | No speaker | would only have done it."<|quote|>He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air.</|quote|>"Tom, you are inconsiderate: you | me out of, if she would only have done it."<|quote|>He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air.</|quote|>"Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too... | so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it."<|quote|>He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his t... | the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the pict... | He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was pa... | fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits... | 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. "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 ... | then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little." "At all events, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, "you can't te... | Hard Times |
"Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." | Mr. James Harthouse | relapsed into his lightest air.<|quote|>"Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have."</|quote|>"Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know | look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air.<|quote|>"Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have."</|quote|>"Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was | have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air.<|quote|>"Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too... | am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting... | the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, wi... | failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, 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 this end. I have said enough, and more than enough.... | would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing me. I'd carve her name as often as she liked." "I am afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing ... | Hard Times |
"Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her... | Young Thomas | dog, you know you have."<|quote|>"Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mot... | had money of her, you dog, you know you have."<|quote|>"Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck an... | from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have."<|quote|>"Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I ha... | independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After ... | was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visib... | returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little." "At all e... | 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 protestation to... | Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounderby. He knows much better. I shall disclose some of his opinions of you, privately expressed to me, unless he relents a little." "At all events, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that ... | Hard Times |
He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. | No speaker | if not to my sister?"<|quote|>He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat.</|quote|>"But, my dear Tom, if | I to look for it, if not to my sister?"<|quote|>He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat.</|quote|>"But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got | he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?"<|quote|>He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse ... | have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and h... | so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth wit... | her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed... | 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 way. He has been very silent and doleful of late. Perhaps, his brotherly conscience is touched if there... | admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." T... | Hard Times |
"But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" | Mr. James Harthouse | him persuasively by the coat.<|quote|>"But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it"</|quote|>"Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? | by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat.<|quote|>"But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it"</|quote|>"Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has | who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat.<|quote|>"But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it"</|... | else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a ... | mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his compa... | mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited... | 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, upon my honour, I hear of them much too often to believe in... | it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just vi... | Hard Times |
"Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for ... | Young Thomas | sister has not got it"<|quote|>"Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Boun... | my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it"<|quote|>"Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she ... | _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it"<|quote|>"Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may hav... | that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if... | myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you ... | am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "... | 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." He assisted her to rise, and she took his arm,... | humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps ... | Hard Times |
There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing ... | No speaker | I call it unnatural conduct."<|quote|>There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he pre... | you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct."<|quote|>There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into t... | she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct."<|quote|>There was a piece of ornamental water immediate... | or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she... | if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get... | my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing t... | appearance of inscribing some fair creature's on the bark, Tom." [Picture: Mr. Harthouse and Tom Gradgrind in the garden] "Not much of that, Mr. Harthouse, unless some fair creature with a slashing fortune at her own disposal would take a fancy to me. Or she might be as ugly as she was rich, without any fear of losing ... | and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your siste... | Hard Times |
"My dear Tom," | Mr. James Harthouse | floating about, a little surface-island.<|quote|>"My dear Tom,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, "let me try | than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island.<|quote|>"My dear Tom,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For | had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island.<|... | sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitc... | It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is shar... | a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it... | afraid you are mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear ... | independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After ... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse, | No speaker | little surface-island. "My dear Tom,"<|quote|>said Harthouse,</|quote|>"let me try to be | rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom,"<|quote|>said Harthouse,</|quote|>"let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," | strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom... | company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas... | use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; s... | trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old... | mercenary, Tom." "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is mi... | and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to p... | Hard Times |
"let me try to be your banker." | Mr. James Harthouse | "My dear Tom," said Harthouse,<|quote|>"let me try to be your banker."</|quote|>"For God's sake," replied Tom, | floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse,<|quote|>"let me try to be your banker."</|quote|>"For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" | to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse,<... | a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind ju... | to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage... | an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby alw... | "Mercenary," repeated Tom. "Who is not mercenary? Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-d... | has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Har... | Hard Times |
"For God's sake," | Young Thomas | try to be your banker."<|quote|>"For God's sake,"</|quote|>replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk | Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker."<|quote|>"For God's sake,"</|quote|>replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white | the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker."<|quote|>"... | and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threaten... | after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she ch... | observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon t... | Ask my sister." "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr... | to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then ... | Hard Times |
replied Tom, suddenly, | No speaker | your banker." "For God's sake,"<|quote|>replied Tom, suddenly,</|quote|>"don't talk about bankers!" And | "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake,"<|quote|>replied Tom, suddenly,</|quote|>"don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in | of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake,"<|quote|... | easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch the... | have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why... | him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, o... | "Have you so proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Do... | "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister mig... | Hard Times |
"don't talk about bankers!" | Young Thomas | God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly,<|quote|>"don't talk about bankers!"</|quote|>And very white he looked, | to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly,<|quote|>"don't talk about bankers!"</|quote|>And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. | to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly,<|quote|... | know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into... | already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she c... | relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that... | proved it to be a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe h... | more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of hi... | Hard Times |
And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much a... | No speaker | suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!"<|quote|>And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a f... | "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!"<|quote|>And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more... | into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!"<|qu... | call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But... | didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her... | air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father dra... | a failing of mine, Tom?" said Louisa, showing no other sense of his discontent and ill-nature. "You know whether the cap fits you, Loo," returned her brother sulkily. "If it does, you can wear it." "Tom is misanthropical to-day, as all bored people are now and then," said Mr. Harthouse. "Don't believe him, Mrs. Bounder... | on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the ma... | Hard Times |
"What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." | Mr. James Harthouse | doctrines of the Gradgrind College.<|quote|>"What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are."</|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now | as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College.<|quote|>"What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are."</|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears | surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College.<|quote|>"What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? ... | "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon hav... | sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitc... | heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister ha... | all events, Mr. Harthouse," said Tom, softening in his admiration of his patron, but shaking his head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not ve... | have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Harthouse," | Young Thomas | them. Say what they are."<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>returned Tom, now actually crying; | Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are."<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better | more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are."<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>returned Tom, now ac... | replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted b... | easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch the... | _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted... | his head sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Loui... | it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake,... | Hard Times |
returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: | No speaker | what they are." "Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made:</|quote|>"it's too late; the money | figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made:</|quote|>"it's too late; the money is of no use to | if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>returned Tom, now actually crying; and... | suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble to... | don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their propert... | fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more t... | sullenly too, "you can't tell her that I ever praised her for being mercenary. I may have praised her for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitte... | sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in hi... | Hard Times |
"it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." | Young Thomas | pitiful a figure he made:<|quote|>"it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend."</|quote|>A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" | better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made:<|quote|>"it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend."</|quote|>A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what | his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made:<|quote|>"it's too late; the... | as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of t... | water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone b... | was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It... | for being the contrary, and I should do it again, if I had as good reason. However, never mind this now; it's not very interesting to you, and I am sick of the subject." They walked on to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed int... | doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead ... | Hard Times |
A true friend! | No speaker | you; you're a true friend."<|quote|>A true friend!</|quote|>"Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, | am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend."<|quote|>A true friend!</|quote|>"Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you | his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend."<|quote|>A true friend!</|quote|>"Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "wh... | feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his i... | the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very... | she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why does... | to the house, where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a wo... | has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her o... | Hard Times |
"Whelp, whelp!" | Mr. James Harthouse | true friend." A true friend!<|quote|>"Whelp, whelp!"</|quote|>thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what | obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend!<|quote|>"Whelp, whelp!"</|quote|>thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And | better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend!<|quote|>"Whelp, whelp!"</|quote|>thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you a... | wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however... | he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, ... | it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get ... | where Louisa quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." ... | to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call... | Hard Times |
thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; | No speaker | A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!"<|quote|>thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily;</|quote|>"what an Ass you are!" | you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!"<|quote|>thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily;</|quote|>"what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer | his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!"<|quote|>thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily;</|quote|>"what an Ass you are!" "And I ... | it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figu... | his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast w... | may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I... | quitted her visitor's arm and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stop... | old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what cons... | Hard Times |
"what an Ass you are!" | Mr. James Harthouse | whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily;<|quote|>"what an Ass you are!"</|quote|>"And I take your offer | friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily;<|quote|>"what an Ass you are!"</|quote|>"And I take your offer as a great kindness," said | a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily;<|quote|>"what an Ass you are!"</|quote|>"And I take your offer as a great kin... | against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it... | nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very whi... | than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, fo... | and went in. He stood looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of ro... | never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, M... | Hard Times |
"And I take your offer as a great kindness," | Young Thomas | "what an Ass you are!"<|quote|>"And I take your offer as a great kindness,"</|quote|>said Tom, grasping his hand. | whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!"<|quote|>"And I take your offer as a great kindness,"</|quote|>said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. | too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!"<|quote|>"And I take your offer as a great kindness,"</|quote|>said Tom, graspi... | school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of... | the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoro... | have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not o... | looking after her, as she ascended the steps, and passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr.... | a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax... | Hard Times |
said Tom, grasping his hand. | No speaker | offer as a great kindness,"<|quote|>said Tom, grasping his hand.</|quote|>"As a great kindness, Mr. | are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness,"<|quote|>said Tom, grasping his hand.</|quote|>"As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, | me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness,"<|quote|>said Tom, grasping his hand.</|quote|>"As a great kindness, M... | of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it bef... | about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to b... | She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do wi... | passed into the shadow of the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a... | of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied... | Hard Times |
"As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." | Young Thomas | said Tom, grasping his hand.<|quote|>"As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>"Well," returned the other, "it | offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand.<|quote|>"As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>"Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use | have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand.<|quote|>"As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>"Well," r... | is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am... | dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have be... | of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp eno... | the door; then put his hand upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat... | the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you k... | Hard Times |
"Well," | Mr. James Harthouse | a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>returned the other, "it may | Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>returned the other, "it may be of more use by | of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>returned the other, "it ma... | figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you'r... | try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyeli... | a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax... | upon her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, ... | He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it.... | Hard Times |
returned the other, | No speaker | great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well,"<|quote|>returned the other,</|quote|>"it may be of more | grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well,"<|quote|>returned the other,</|quote|>"it may be of more use by and by. And, | use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well,"<|quote|>returned the other,</|quote|>"it may b... | Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true ... | to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a... | secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax i... | her brother's shoulder again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, pluck... | said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected... | Hard Times |
"it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." | Mr. James Harthouse | Harthouse." "Well," returned the other,<|quote|>"it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself."</|quote|>"Thank you," said Tom, shaking | "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other,<|quote|>"it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself."</|quote|>"Thank you," said Tom, shaking his hea... | But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other,<|quote|>"it may be of more use by and... | Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true... | banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little mor... | now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if s... | again, and invited him with a confidential nod to a walk in the garden. "Tom, my fine fellow, I want to have a word with you." They had stopped among a disorder of roses it was part of Mr. Bounderby's humility to keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking th... | expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying m... | Hard Times |
"Thank you," | Young Thomas | you can find for yourself."<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head | ways out of them than you can find for yourself."<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I | great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself."<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head dism... | it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may... | as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what the... | is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't... | keep Nickits's roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them... | "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon hav... | Hard Times |
said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. | No speaker | find for yourself." "Thank you,"<|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds.</|quote|>"I wish I had known | of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you,"<|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds.</|quote|>"I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, | Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you,"<|quote|>said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebud... | to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of mor... | have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." ... | obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know w... | roses on a reduced scale and Tom sat down on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's ... | get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going ... | Hard Times |
"I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." | Young Thomas | head dismally, and chewing rosebuds.<|quote|>"I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>"Now, you see, Tom," said | you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds.<|quote|>"I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>"Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself | of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds.<|quote|>"I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse."</|qu... | very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good... | little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually cry... | with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it un... | on a terrace-parapet, plucking buds and picking them to pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom... | with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to w... | Hard Times |
"Now, you see, Tom," | Mr. James Harthouse | known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"Now, you see, Tom,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, | rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"Now, you see, Tom,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose | fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"Now, you see, Tom,"</|quote|>said Mr. H... | A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me... | feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his i... | to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornament... | pieces; while his powerful Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my lif... | immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustr... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: | No speaker | Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland:</|quote|>"every man is selfish in | had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland:</|quote|>"every man is selfish in everything he does, and I | open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himse... | whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick u... | Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful... | of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immedi... | Familiar stood over him, with a foot upon the parapet, and his figure easily resting on the arm supported by that knee. They were just visible from her window. Perhaps she saw them. "Tom, what's the matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am ... | the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoro... | Hard Times |
"every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" | Mr. James Harthouse | a part of the mainland:<|quote|>"every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;"</|quote|>the languor of his desperation | if it wanted to become a part of the mainland:<|quote|>"every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;"</|quote|>the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your | rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland:<|quote|>"every man is selfish in everything he doe... | be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you... | they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! ... | getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened t... | matter?" "Oh! Mr. Harthouse," said Tom with a groan, "I am hard up, and bothered out of my life." "My good fellow, so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me ou... | sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. The... | Hard Times |
the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; | No speaker | fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;"<|quote|>the languor of his desperation being quite tropical;</|quote|>"on your softening towards your | like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;"<|quote|>the languor of his desperation being quite tropical;</|quote|>"on your softening towards your sister which you ought to | a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;"<|quote|>the languor of his desperation being quite tropica... | thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to ... | made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping hi... | ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over ... | so am I." "You!" returned Tom. "You are the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth wit... | a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her own sake, or for his sake, but for my sake. Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax... | Hard Times |
"on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." | Mr. James Harthouse | his desperation being quite tropical;<|quote|>"on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be."</|quote|>"I will be, Mr. Harthouse." | desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical;<|quote|>"on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be."</|quote|>"I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, | the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical;<|quote|>"on your softening towards your s... | ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting ... | no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Hart... | other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now... | the picture of independence. Mr. Harthouse, I am in a horrible mess. You have no idea what a state I have got myself into what a state my sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm ol... | why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you may call this, but I call it unnatural conduct." There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on... | Hard Times |
"I will be, Mr. Harthouse." | Young Thomas | which you ought to be."<|quote|>"I will be, Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>"No time like the present, | and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be."<|quote|>"I will be, Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>"No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly | and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be."<|quote|>"I will be, Mr. Harthouse."</|... | Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-cre... | true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bede... | property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bank... | sister might have got me out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expec... | injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a ... | Hard Times |
"No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." | Mr. James Harthouse | "I will be, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once."</|quote|>"Certainly I will. And my | which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once."</|quote|>"Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." | the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>"No time like the presen... | Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent... | "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come... | he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, ... | out of, if she would only have done it." He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister... | before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be... | Hard Times |
"Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." | Young Thomas | present, Tom. Begin at once."<|quote|>"Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so."</|quote|>"Having made which bargain, Tom," | Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once."<|quote|>"Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so."</|quote|>"Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on | the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once."<|quote|>"Certainly I will. And my sister Lo... | a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on y... | you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than... | went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, ... | He took to biting the rosebuds now, and tearing them away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you... | Then why doesn't she get what I want, out of him, for my sake? She is not obliged to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone,... | Hard Times |
"Having made which bargain, Tom," | Mr. James Harthouse | sister Loo shall say so."<|quote|>"Having made which bargain, Tom,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, clapping him on | "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so."<|quote|>"Having made which bargain, Tom,"</|quote|>said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an | softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so."<|quote|>"Having made which bargain, Tom,"</|quote|>sa... | which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ough... | kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," sa... | floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was... | away from his teeth with a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have.... | "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, | No speaker | "Having made which bargain, Tom,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation,</|quote|>"we will tear ourselves asunder | sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation,</|quote|>"we will tear ours... | you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom,"<|quote|>said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder ag... | the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a ... | hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally,... | "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon hav... | a hand that trembled like an infirm old man's. After one exceedingly observant look at him, his companion relapsed into his lightest air. "Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister. You have had money of her, you dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it... | to say what she is going to do with it; she is sharp enough; she could manage to coax it out of him, if she chose. Then why doesn't she choose, when I tell her of what consequence it is? But no. There she sits in his company like a stone, instead of making herself agreeable and getting it easily. I don't know what you ... | Hard Times |
"we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." | Mr. James Harthouse | lessen his sense of obligation,<|quote|>"we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time."</|quote|>When Tom appeared before dinner, | mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation,<|quote|>"we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time."</|quote|>When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy | Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation,<|quote|>"we will tear ourselves asunder un... | quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, ... | you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was alway... | accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is ... | dog, you know you have." "Well, Mr. Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who ... | need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obli... | Hard Times |
When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. | No speaker | tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time."<|quote|>When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in.</|quote|>"I didn't mean to be | sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time."<|quote|>When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in.</|quote|>"I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving | bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time."<|quote|>When Tom appeared be... | sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the should... | you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it w... | to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Ou... | Harthouse, I know I have. How else was I to get it? Here's old Bounderby always boasting that at my age he lived upon twopence a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, excep... | his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast w... | Hard Times |
"I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," | Young Thomas | before Mr. Bounderby came in.<|quote|>"I didn't mean to be cross, Loo,"</|quote|>he said, giving her his | the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in.<|quote|>"I didn't mean to be cross, Loo,"</|quote|>he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I | that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in.<|quote|>"I didn't me... | be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in me... | "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am des... | feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his i... | a month, or something of that sort. Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost cryi... | with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have been affected but he raised his eyelids a little more, as if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to w... | Hard Times |
he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. | No speaker | mean to be cross, Loo,"<|quote|>he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her.</|quote|>"I know you are fond | Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo,"<|quote|>he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her.</|quote|>"I know you are fond of me, and you know | in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo,"<|quote|>he said, giving her... | present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his ... | in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his des... | as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he m... | Here's my father drawing what he calls a line, and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by ... | pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic. But he preserved his easy attitude; and nothing more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "le... | Hard Times |
"I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." | Young Thomas | his hand, and kissing her.<|quote|>"I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you."</|quote|>After this, there was a | Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her.<|quote|>"I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you."</|quote|>After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that | of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her.<|quote|>"I know you are fond ... | my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder ... | as a contribution to the island, which was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening t... | wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to... | and tying me down to it from a baby, neck and heels. Here's my mother who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by ... | figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, g... | Hard Times |
After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! | No speaker | I am fond of you."<|quote|>After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else!</|quote|>"So much the less is | of me, and you know I am fond of you."<|quote|>After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else!</|quote|>"So much the less is the whelp the only creature | his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you."<|quote|>After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some ... | on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, hi... | it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and... | need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obli... | who never has anything of her own, except her complaints. What _is_ a fellow to do for money, and where _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got i... | a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And, my good fellow, if you will open your bedevilments to me when they come thick upon you, I may show you better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank ... | Hard Times |
"So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for," | Mr. James Harthouse | Alas, for some one else!<|quote|>"So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for,"</|quote|>thought James Harthouse, reversing the | day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else!<|quote|>"So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for,"</|quote|>thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's | didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else!<|quote|>"So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for,"</... | this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cros... | exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the p... | tears were better than his injuries, however pitiful a figure he made: "it's too late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "... | _am_ I to look for it, if not to my sister?" He was almost crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. Bu... | more solid went over the stone balustrades than the accumulated rosebuds now floating about, a little surface-island. "My dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. ... | Hard Times |
thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face. | No speaker | creature that she cares for,"<|quote|>thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face.</|quote|>"So much the less, so | is the whelp the only creature that she cares for,"<|quote|>thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face.</|quote|>"So much the less, so much the less." CHAPTER VIII | her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! "So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for,"<|quote|>thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowl... | sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of... | his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Havin... | late; the money is of no use to me at present. I should have had it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a gr... | crying, and scattered the buds about by dozens. Mr. Harthouse took him persuasively by the coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no us... | better ways out of them than you can find for yourself." "Thank you," said Tom, shaking his head dismally, and chewing rosebuds. "I wish I had known you sooner, Mr. Harthouse." "Now, you see, Tom," said Mr. Harthouse in conclusion, himself tossing over a rose or two, as a contribution to the island, which was always dr... | Hard Times |
"So much the less, so much the less." | Mr. James Harthouse | knowledge of her pretty face.<|quote|>"So much the less, so much the less."</|quote|>CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next | reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face.<|quote|>"So much the less, so much the less."</|quote|>CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a | you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! "So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for," thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face.<|quote|>"So much the less, so much the les... | though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some o... | do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air whic... | it before to be of use to me. But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may... | coat. "But, my dear Tom, if your sister has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know ... | if they were lifted by a feeble touch of wonder. Albeit it was as much against the precepts of his school to wonder, as it was against the doctrines of the Gradgrind College. "What is the present need, Tom? Three figures? Out with them. Say what they are." "Mr. Harthouse," returned Tom, now actually crying; and his tea... | Hard Times |
CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the sunlight, with the fragrance of his eastern pipe about... | No speaker | less, so much the less."<|quote|>CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the sunlight, with the fr... | pretty face. "So much the less, so much the less."<|quote|>CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in... | Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! "So much the less is the whelp the only creature that she cares for," thought James Harthouse, reversing the reflection of his first day's knowledge of her pretty face. "So much the less, so much the less."<|quote|>CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morni... | was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and you know I am fond of you." After this, there was a smile upon Louisa's face that day, for some one else. Alas, for some one else! "So much the... | and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he... | But I am very much obliged to you; you're a true friend." A true friend! "Whelp, whelp!" thought Mr. Harthouse, lazily; "what an Ass you are!" "And I take your offer as a great kindness," said Tom, grasping his hand. "As a great kindness, Mr. Harthouse." "Well," returned the other, "it may be of more use by and by. And... | has not got it" "Not got it, Mr. Harthouse? I don't say she has got it. I may have wanted more than she was likely to have got. But then she ought to get it. She could get it. It's of no use pretending to make a secret of matters now, after what I have told you already; you know she didn't marry old Bounderby for her o... | dear Tom," said Harthouse, "let me try to be your banker." "For God's sake," replied Tom, suddenly, "don't talk about bankers!" And very white he looked, in contrast with the roses. Very white. Mr. Harthouse, as a thoroughly well-bred man, accustomed to the best society, was not to be surprised he could as soon have be... | Hard Times |
"Harthouse!" | Josiah Bounderby | horse shy across the road.<|quote|>"Harthouse!"</|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you | violence as to make his horse shy across the road.<|quote|>"Harthouse!"</|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, | six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road.<|quote|>"Harthouse!"</|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby. ... | relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile ... | Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that... | all times, of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd... | was always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to d... | ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether h... | Hard Times |
cried Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | shy across the road. "Harthouse!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Have you heard?" "Heard what?" | as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, | o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Hav... | since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between t... | reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for t... | times, of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, an... | always drifting to the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; a... | and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Hart... | Hard Times |
"Have you heard?" | Josiah Bounderby | road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Have you heard?"</|quote|>"Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing | his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Have you heard?"</|quote|>"Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring | a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Have you heard?"</|quote|>"Hear... | evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the ho... | window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a publi... | congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfa... | the wall as if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a ... | of his eastern pipe about him, and the dreamy smoke vanishing into the air, so rich and soft with summer odours, he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with her, from which her husband wa... | Hard Times |
"Heard what?" | Mr. James Harthouse | Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?"<|quote|>"Heard what?"</|quote|>said Harthouse, soothing his horse, | across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?"<|quote|>"Heard what?"</|quote|>said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby | some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?"<|quote|>"Heard what?"</|quote|>sa... | resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was ... | and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some d... | He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, ... | if it wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving ... | her husband was excluded. He had established a confidence with her, that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her husband, and the absence, now and at all times, of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come ... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. | No speaker | "Have you heard?" "Heard what?"<|quote|>said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes.</|quote|>"Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I | road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?"<|quote|>said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes.</|quote|>"Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so | between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?"<|quote|>said Harthouse, soothing h... | he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along a... | up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which... | artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even no... | wanted to become a part of the mainland: "every man is selfish in everything he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and ag... | rich and soft with summer odours, he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with her, from which her husband was excluded. He had established a confidence with her, that absolutely turned up... | Hard Times |
"Then you _haven't_ heard!" | Josiah Bounderby | Bounderby with no good wishes.<|quote|>"Then you _haven't_ heard!"</|quote|>"I have heard you, and | horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes.<|quote|>"Then you _haven't_ heard!"</|quote|>"I have heard you, and so has this brute. I | pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes.<|quote|... | got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. B... | be travelling. The end to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrin... | delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it wer... | he does, and I am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "... | her pretty face. "So much the less, so much the less." CHAPTER VIII EXPLOSION THE next morning was too bright a morning for sleep, and James Harthouse rose early, and sat in the pleasant bay window of his dressing-room, smoking the rare tobacco that had had so wholesome an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the... | Hard Times |
"I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." | Mr. James Harthouse | wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!"<|quote|>"I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, | Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!"<|quote|>"I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre | gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!"<... | as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out o... | to which it led was before him, pretty plainly; but he troubled himself with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early ... | come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age ... | am exactly like the rest of my fellow-creatures. I am desperately intent;" the languor of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like th... | it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. | No speaker | I have heard nothing else."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect.</|quote|>"The Bank's robbed!" "You don't | and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect.</|quote|>"The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, | as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderb... | under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across th... | no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since t... | that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away. All very odd, and very satisfactory! And yet he had not, even now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, th... | of his desperation being quite tropical; "on your softening towards your sister which you ought to do; and on your being a more loving and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Ha... | that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her husband, and the absence, now and at all times, of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated hi... | Hard Times |
"The Bank's robbed!" | Josiah Bounderby | his bombshell with more effect.<|quote|>"The Bank's robbed!"</|quote|>"You don't mean it!" "Robbed | the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect.<|quote|>"The Bank's robbed!"</|quote|>"You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in | inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect.<|quote|>"The Bank's robbed!"</... | and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Boun... | public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got t... | now, any earnest wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil g... | and agreeable sort of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he... | he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with her, from which her husband was excluded. He had established a confidence with her, that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her hu... | Hard Times |
"You don't mean it!" | Mr. James Harthouse | more effect. "The Bank's robbed!"<|quote|>"You don't mean it!"</|quote|>"Robbed last night, sir. Robbed | to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!"<|quote|>"You don't mean it!"</|quote|>"Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed | Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!"<|quote|>"You don't mean it!"</|q... | riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with ... | do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as mu... | wickedness of purpose in him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a... | of brother which you ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool tha... | air, so rich and soft with summer odours, he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his mind to it. He had established a confidence with her, from which her husband was excluded. He had established a confidence with her, that absolutely t... | Hard Times |
"Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." | Josiah Bounderby | robbed!" "You don't mean it!"<|quote|>"Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key."</|quote|>"Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in | with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!"<|quote|>"Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key."</|quote|>"Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the | wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!"<|quote|>"Robbed last night, sir. R... | foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "T... | which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to h... | him. Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth a... | ought to be." "I will be, Mr. Harthouse." "No time like the present, Tom. Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was ... | with no calculations about it. What will be, will be. As he had rather a long ride to take that day for there was a public occasion "to do" at some distance, which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed si... | Hard Times |
"Of much?" | Mr. James Harthouse | Robbed with a false key."<|quote|>"Of much?"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, in his desire | Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key."<|quote|>"Of much?"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of | I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key."<|quote|>"Of much?"</|quote... | the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard n... | early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and ca... | lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, ... | Begin at once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of oblig... | her, that absolutely turned upon her indifference towards her husband, and the absence, now and at all times, of any congeniality between them. He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associat... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, | No speaker | a false key." "Of much?"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply,</|quote|>"Why, no; not of very | an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply,</|quote|>"Why, no; not of very much. But it might have | heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby,... | with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!" cried Mr. Bounderby. "Have you heard?" "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." M... | went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding ... | he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless. It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is t... | once." "Certainly I will. And my sister Loo shall say so." "Having made which bargain, Tom," said Harthouse, clapping him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "w... | an influence on his young friend. Reposing in the sunlight, with the fragrance of his eastern pipe about him, and the dreamy smoke vanishing into the air, so rich and soft with summer odours, he reckoned up his advantages as an idle winner might count his gains. He was not at all bored for the time, and could give his ... | Hard Times |
"Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." | Josiah Bounderby | by being obliged to reply,<|quote|>"Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been."</|quote|>"Of how much?" "Oh! as | of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply,<|quote|>"Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been."</|quote|>"Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick | head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply,<|quote|>"Why, no; not of ver... | "Heard what?" said Harthouse, soothing his horse, and inwardly favouring Mr. Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bomb... | resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was ... | drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtu... | him on the shoulder again, with an air which left him at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough... | icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used u... | Hard Times |
"Of how much?" | Mr. James Harthouse | But it might have been."<|quote|>"Of how much?"</|quote|>"Oh! as a sum if | no; not of very much. But it might have been."<|quote|>"Of how much?"</|quote|>"Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum | "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been."<|quote|>"Of how much?"</|quote|>"Oh! as a sum... | Bounderby with no good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed las... | interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel,... | When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take ... | at liberty to infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr... | brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolently smoking, and reckoning up the steps he had taken on the road by which he happened to be travelling. The end to which it le... | Hard Times |
"Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," | Josiah Bounderby | have been." "Of how much?"<|quote|>"Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, with impatience. "But | very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?"<|quote|>"Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, with impatience. "But it's not the sum; it's | it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?"<|quote|>"Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of... | good wishes. "Then you _haven't_ heard!" "I have heard you, and so has this brute. I have heard nothing else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robb... | again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, ... | goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving ... | infer as he did, poor fool that this condition was imposed upon him in mere careless good nature to lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby ca... | again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfaction, as was to be expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, ... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, with impatience. | No speaker | a hundred and fifty pound,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with impatience.</|quote|>"But it's not the sum; | sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with impatience.</|quote|>"But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the | in his desire to make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, with impatience.</|quote|>"But it's not the sum; it's the ... | else." Mr. Bounderby, red and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make... | expected under the fatiguing circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy ... | are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclin... | lessen his sense of obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you ... | a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to his own satisfac... | Hard Times |
"But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it." | Josiah Bounderby | pound," said Bounderby, with impatience.<|quote|>"But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it."</|quote|>"My dear Bounderby," said James, | than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience.<|quote|>"But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the Bank being robbed, that's the important circumstance. I am surprised you don't see it."</|quote|>"My dear Bounderby," said James, dismounting, and giving his bridle | make the most of it, really seemed mortified by being obliged to reply, "Why, no; not of very much. But it might have been." "Of how much?" "Oh! as a sum if you stick to a sum of not more than a hundred and fifty pound," said Bounderby, with impatience.<|quote|>"But it's not the sum; it's the fact. It's the fact of the... | and hot, planted himself in the centre of the path before the horse's head, to explode his bombshell with more effect. "The Bank's robbed!" "You don't mean it!" "Robbed last night, sir. Robbed in an extraordinary manner. Robbed with a false key." "Of much?" Mr. Bounderby, in his desire to make the most of it, really se... | circumstances; and came riding back at six o'clock. There was a sweep of some half-mile between the lodge and the house, and he was riding along at a foot pace over the smooth gravel, once Nickits's, when Mr. Bounderby burst out of the shrubbery, with such violence as to make his horse shy across the road. "Harthouse!"... | he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil. So James Harthouse reclined in the window, indolen... | obligation, "we will tear ourselves asunder until dinner-time." When Tom appeared before dinner, though his mind seemed heavy enough, his body was on the alert; and he appeared before Mr. Bounderby came in. "I didn't mean to be cross, Loo," he said, giving her his hand, and kissing her. "I know you are fond of me, and ... | which afforded a tolerable opportunity of going in for the Gradgrind men he dressed early and went down to breakfast. He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening. No. He resumed where he had left off. There was a look of interest for him again. He got through the day as much (or as little) to h... | Hard Times |
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