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"Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" | Louisa Bounderby | and to consider before speaking.<|quote|>"Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?"</|quote|>"I don't know. I don't | but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking.<|quote|>"Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?"</|quote|>"I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." | of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking.<|quote|>"Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is re... | with this retort. "Ought I to say, after what has happened," said his sister, standing by the bed she had gradually withdrawn herself and risen, "that I made that visit? Should I say so? Must I say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you k... | presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you your... | when even I, if I am living then, shall have left you. As I am here beside you, barefoot, unclothed, undistinguishable in darkness, so must I lie through all the night of my decay, until I am dust. In the name of that time, Tom, tell me the truth now!" "What is it you want to know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy ... | Mr. Bounderby said, "Your health, ma'am!" she answered with great feeling, "Thank you, sir. The same to you, and happiness also." Finally, she wished him good night, with great pathos; and Mr. Bounderby went to bed, with a maudlin persuasion that he had been crossed in something tender, though he could not, for his lif... | may be certain that I will save you at whatever cost. O Tom, have you nothing to tell me? Whisper very softly. Say only" "yes," "and I shall understand you!" She turned her ear to his lips, but he remained doggedly silent. "Not a word, Tom?" "How can I say Yes, or how can I say No, when I don't know what you mean? Loo,... | Hard Times |
"I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." | Young Thomas | really implicated in this crime?"<|quote|>"I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be."</|quote|>"He seemed to me an | gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?"<|quote|>"I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be."</|quote|>"He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may | it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?"<|quote|>"I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be."<... | bed she had gradually withdrawn herself and risen, "that I made that visit? Should I say so? Must I say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It... | and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. ... | you, barefoot, unclothed, undistinguishable in darkness, so must I lie through all the night of my decay, until I am dust. In the name of that time, Tom, tell me the truth now!" "What is it you want to know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will n... | you, and happiness also." Finally, she wished him good night, with great pathos; and Mr. Bounderby went to bed, with a maudlin persuasion that he had been crossed in something tender, though he could not, for his life, have mentioned what it was. Long after Louisa had undressed and lain down, she watched and waited for... | "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep i... | Hard Times |
"He seemed to me an honest man." | Louisa Bounderby | see why he shouldn't be."<|quote|>"He seemed to me an honest man."</|quote|>"Another person may seem to | "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be."<|quote|>"He seemed to me an honest man."</|quote|>"Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not | of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be."<|quote|>"He seemed to me an honest man."</|quote|>"Another ... | made that visit? Should I say so? Must I say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each ... | those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. ... | through all the night of my decay, until I am dust. In the name of that time, Tom, tell me the truth now!" "What is it you want to know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and tr... | with great pathos; and Mr. Bounderby went to bed, with a maudlin persuasion that he had been crossed in something tender, though he could not, for his life, have mentioned what it was. Long after Louisa had undressed and lain down, she watched and waited for her brother's coming home. That could hardly be, she knew, un... | the melancholy night, so you must lie somewhere one night, when even I, if I am living then, shall have left you. As I am here beside you, barefoot, unclothed, undistinguishable in darkness, so must I lie through all the night of my decay, until I am dust. In the name of that time, Tom, tell me the truth now!" "What is... | Hard Times |
"Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." | Young Thomas | to me an honest man."<|quote|>"Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so."</|quote|>There was a pause, for | he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man."<|quote|>"Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so."</|quote|>There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. | either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man."<|quote|>"Another person may seem to you dishonest, and... | Must I say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to cons... | "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon... | until I am dust. In the name of that time, Tom, tell me the truth now!" "What is it you want to know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and true to you. You may be certain that ... | to bed, with a maudlin persuasion that he had been crossed in something tender, though he could not, for his life, have mentioned what it was. Long after Louisa had undressed and lain down, she watched and waited for her brother's coming home. That could hardly be, she knew, until an hour past midnight; but in the coun... | and what was the matter? "Tom, have you anything to tell me? If ever you loved me in your life, and have anything concealed from every one besides, tell it to me." "I don't know what you mean, Loo. You have been dreaming." "My dear brother:" she laid her head down on his pillow, and her hair flowed over him as if she w... | Hard Times |
There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. | No speaker | and yet not be so."<|quote|>There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped.</|quote|>"In short," resumed Tom, as | may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so."<|quote|>There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped.</|quote|>"In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up | to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so."<|quote|>There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped... | not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money ... | to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retort. "Ought I to say, after what h... | me the truth now!" "What is it you want to know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and true to you. You may be certain that I will save you at whatever cost. O Tom, have you not... | something tender, though he could not, for his life, have mentioned what it was. Long after Louisa had undressed and lain down, she watched and waited for her brother's coming home. That could hardly be, she knew, until an hour past midnight; but in the country silence, which did anything but calm the trouble of her th... | say No, when I don't know what you mean? Loo, you are a brave, kind girl, worthy I begin to think of a better brother than I am. But I have nothing more to say. Go to bed, go to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to... | Hard Times |
"In short," | Young Thomas | he had hesitated and stopped.<|quote|>"In short,"</|quote|>resumed Tom, as if he | There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped.<|quote|>"In short,"</|quote|>resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, | I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped.<|quote|>"In short,"</|quote|>resumed Tom, as if he had made up h... | you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don... | "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retort. "Ought I to say, after what has happened," said his sister, standing by the bed she h... | know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and true to you. You may be certain that I will save you at whatever cost. O Tom, have you nothing to tell me? Whisper very softly. Say o... | mentioned what it was. Long after Louisa had undressed and lain down, she watched and waited for her brother's coming home. That could hardly be, she knew, until an hour past midnight; but in the country silence, which did anything but calm the trouble of her thoughts, time lagged wearily. At last, when the darkness an... | were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and true to you. You may be certain that I will save you at whatever cost. O Tom, have you nothing to tell me? Whisper very softly. Say only" "yes," "and I shall understand you!" She turned her ear to his lips, but he remained ... | Hard Times |
resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, | No speaker | hesitated and stopped. "In short,"<|quote|>resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind,</|quote|>"if you come to that, | a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short,"<|quote|>resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind,</|quote|>"if you come to that, perhaps I was so far | the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short,"<|quote|>resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind,</|quote... | If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I... | you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retort. "Ought I to say, after what has happened," said his sister, standing by the bed she had gradually... | may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and true to you. You may be certain that I will save you at whatever cost. O Tom, have you nothing to tell me? Whisper very softly. Say only" "yes," ... | it was. Long after Louisa had undressed and lain down, she watched and waited for her brother's coming home. That could hardly be, she knew, until an hour past midnight; but in the country silence, which did anything but calm the trouble of her thoughts, time lagged wearily. At last, when the darkness and stillness had... | the night of my decay, until I am dust. In the name of that time, Tom, tell me the truth now!" "What is it you want to know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and true to you. Y... | Hard Times |
"if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him... | Young Thomas | had made up his mind,<|quote|>"if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. Y... | resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind,<|quote|>"if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would ... | don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind,<|quote|>"if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altoget... | to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed ... | you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retort. "Ought I to say, after what has happened," said his sister, standing by the bed she had gradually withdrawn herself and risen, "that I made that visit? ... | took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will be compassionate and true to you. You may be certain that I will save you at whatever cost. O Tom, have you nothing to tell me? Whisper very softly. Say only" "yes," "and I shall understand you!" She turned her ea... | she watched and waited for her brother's coming home. That could hardly be, she knew, until an hour past midnight; but in the country silence, which did anything but calm the trouble of her thoughts, time lagged wearily. At last, when the darkness and stillness had seemed for hours to thicken one another, she heard the... | from every one but herself: "is there nothing that you have to tell me? Is there nothing you can tell me if you will? You can tell me nothing that will change me. O Tom, tell me the truth!" "I don't know what you mean, Loo!" "As you lie here alone, my dear, in the melancholy night, so you must lie somewhere one night, ... | Hard Times |
"Was he offended by what you said?" | Louisa Bounderby | know; I hope he is."<|quote|>"Was he offended by what you said?"</|quote|>"No, he took it pretty | good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is."<|quote|>"Was he offended by what you said?"</|quote|>"No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. | a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is."<|quote|>"Was he offended by what you said?"</|quote|>"No, he took it pretty well; he was ci... | resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, "if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make goo... | If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I... | don't know what you mean? Loo, you are a brave, kind girl, worthy I begin to think of a better brother than I am. But I have nothing more to say. Go to bed, go to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any ... | in the air, and all was dead again. She waited yet some quarter of an hour, as she judged. Then she arose, put on a loose robe, and went out of her room in the dark, and up the staircase to her brother's room. His door being shut, she softly opened it and spoke to him, approaching his bed with a noiseless step. She kne... | than I am. But I have nothing more to say. Go to bed, go to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one ... | Hard Times |
"No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" | Young Thomas | offended by what you said?"<|quote|>"No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?"</|quote|>He sat up in bed | hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?"<|quote|>"No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?"</|quote|>He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, | my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?"<|quote|>"No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?"</|quot... | up his mind, "if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember wheth... | shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be... | are a brave, kind girl, worthy I begin to think of a better brother than I am. But I have nothing more to say. Go to bed, go to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only... | again. She waited yet some quarter of an hour, as she judged. Then she arose, put on a loose robe, and went out of her room in the dark, and up the staircase to her brother's room. His door being shut, she softly opened it and spoke to him, approaching his bed with a noiseless step. She kneeled down beside it, passed h... | keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't ... | Hard Times |
He sat up in bed and kissed her. | No speaker | enough. Where are you, Loo?"<|quote|>He sat up in bed and kissed her.</|quote|>"Good night, my dear, good | pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?"<|quote|>He sat up in bed and kissed her.</|quote|>"Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more | remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?"<|quote|>He sat up in bed and kissed her.</|quote|>"Good night, my dear, good... | being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he m... | It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you di... | than I am. But I have nothing more to say. Go to bed, go to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one ... | arose, put on a loose robe, and went out of her room in the dark, and up the staircase to her brother's room. His door being shut, she softly opened it and spoke to him, approaching his bed with a noiseless step. She kneeled down beside it, passed her arm over his neck, and drew his face to hers. She knew that he only ... | disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But ... | Hard Times |
"Good night, my dear, good night." | Young Thomas | in bed and kissed her.<|quote|>"Good night, my dear, good night."</|quote|>"You have nothing more to | you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her.<|quote|>"Good night, my dear, good night."</|quote|>"You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should | I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her.<|quote|>"Good night, my dear, good night."</|quote|>"You have nothing more to tell ... | him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I kno... | the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There... | to say. Go to bed, go to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those peopl... | out of her room in the dark, and up the staircase to her brother's room. His door being shut, she softly opened it and spoke to him, approaching his bed with a noiseless step. She kneeled down beside it, passed her arm over his neck, and drew his face to hers. She knew that he only feigned to be asleep, but she said no... | she had gradually withdrawn herself and risen, "that I made that visit? Should I say so? Must I say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was... | Hard Times |
"You have nothing more to tell me?" | Louisa Bounderby | night, my dear, good night."<|quote|>"You have nothing more to tell me?"</|quote|>"No. What should I have? | bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night."<|quote|>"You have nothing more to tell me?"</|quote|>"No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell | he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night."<|quote|>"You have nothing more to tell me?"</|quote|>"No. What should I have? Y... | him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he off... | very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated... | to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw tho... | dark, and up the staircase to her brother's room. His door being shut, she softly opened it and spoke to him, approaching his bed with a noiseless step. She kneeled down beside it, passed her arm over his neck, and drew his face to hers. She knew that he only feigned to be asleep, but she said nothing to him. He starte... | said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this ... | Hard Times |
"No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!" | Young Thomas | nothing more to tell me?"<|quote|>"No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!"</|quote|>"I wouldn't have you do | dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?"<|quote|>"No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!"</|quote|>"I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all | for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?"<|quote|>"No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!"</|... | consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took... | "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he h... | presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite tired out." "You have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you your... | brother's room. His door being shut, she softly opened it and spoke to him, approaching his bed with a noiseless step. She kneeled down beside it, passed her arm over his neck, and drew his face to hers. She knew that he only feigned to be asleep, but she said nothing to him. He started by and by as if he were just the... | "Not a word, Tom?" "How can I say Yes, or how can I say No, when I don't know what you mean? Loo, you are a brave, kind girl, worthy I begin to think of a better brother than I am. But I have nothing more to say. Go to bed, go to bed." "You are tired," she whispered presently, more in her usual way. "Yes, I am quite ti... | Hard Times |
"I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be." | Louisa Bounderby | me tell you a lie!"<|quote|>"I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be."</|quote|>"Thank you, my dear Loo. | I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!"<|quote|>"I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be."</|quote|>"Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that | you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!"<|quote|>"I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights i... | got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sa... | implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, "if you come to that, perhaps I was so ... | have been so hurried and disturbed to-day. Have any fresh discoveries been made?" "Only those you have heard of, from him." "Tom, have you said to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go th... | him, approaching his bed with a noiseless step. She kneeled down beside it, passed her arm over his neck, and drew his face to hers. She knew that he only feigned to be asleep, but she said nothing to him. He started by and by as if he were just then awakened, and asked who that was, and what was the matter? "Tom, have... | darkness, so must I lie through all the night of my decay, until I am dust. In the name of that time, Tom, tell me the truth now!" "What is it you want to know?" "You may be certain;" in the energy of her love she took him to her bosom as if he were a child; "that I will not reproach you. You may be certain that I will... | Hard Times |
"Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." | Young Thomas | I hope they will be."<|quote|>"Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed."</|quote|>Kissing her again, he turned | many and much happier as I hope they will be."<|quote|>"Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed."</|quote|>Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over | night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!" "I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be."<|quote|>"Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wond... | say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What shou... | to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, "if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himsel... | to any one that we made a visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retor... | She knew that he only feigned to be asleep, but she said nothing to him. He started by and by as if he were just then awakened, and asked who that was, and what was the matter? "Tom, have you anything to tell me? If ever you loved me in your life, and have anything concealed from every one besides, tell it to me." "I d... | to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retort. "Ought I to say, after what h... | Hard Times |
Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, and asked him if he had called her? But he lay st... | No speaker | to bed, go to bed."<|quote|>Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, and asked him if he h... | to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed."<|quote|>Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, a... | do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed."<|quote|>Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still... | took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!" "I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much ... | mind, "if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I to... | when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retort. "Ought I to say, after what has happened," said his sister, standing by the bed she had gradually withdrawn herself and risen, "that I made that vi... | who that was, and what was the matter? "Tom, have you anything to tell me? If ever you loved me in your life, and have anything concealed from every one besides, tell it to me." "I don't know what you mean, Loo. You have been dreaming." "My dear brother:" she laid her head down on his pillow, and her hair flowed over h... | visit to those people, and that we saw those three together?" "No. Didn't you yourself particularly ask me to keep it quiet when you asked me to go there with you?" "Yes. But I did not know then what was going to happen." "Nor I neither. How could I?" He was very quick upon her with this retort. "Ought I to say, after ... | Hard Times |
"It appears but yesterday, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | garden, one morning before breakfast.<|quote|>"It appears but yesterday, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I | her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast.<|quote|>"It appears but yesterday, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving | moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast.<|quote|>"It appears but yesterday, sir,"<... | sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arr... | constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe), or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton stirrup, was so perfectly serene, that most observers would have been constrained to suppose her a dove, embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of the hook-beaked ord... | But he lay still, and she softly closed the door and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautiously up and found her gone, crept out of bed, fastened his door, and threw himself upon his pillow again: tearing his hair, morosely crying, grudgingly loving her, hatefully but impenitently spurning himself, a... | that visit? Should I say so? Must I say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seeme... | mittens (they were constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe), or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton stirrup, was so perfectly serene, that most observers would have been constrained to suppose her a dove, embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | "It appears but yesterday, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"that I had the honour | garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"that I had the honour of receiving you at the | Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"... | extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she... | like a meat-safe), or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton stirrup, was so perfectly serene, that most observers would have been constrained to suppose her a dove, embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of the hook-beaked order. She was a most wonderful ... | she softly closed the door and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautiously up and found her gone, crept out of bed, fastened his door, and threw himself upon his pillow again: tearing his hair, morosely crying, grudgingly loving her, hatefully but impenitently spurning himself, and no less hatefully a... | so? Must I say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to ... | he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!" "I wouldn't have you do that to-night,... | Hard Times |
"that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." | Mrs. Sparsit | yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address."</|quote|>"An occasion, I am sure, | before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address."</|quote|>"An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by | ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that I had the honour of ... | locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision... | or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton stirrup, was so perfectly serene, that most observers would have been constrained to suppose her a dove, embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of the hook-beaked order. She was a most wonderful woman for prowling ... | the door and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautiously up and found her gone, crept out of bed, fastened his door, and threw himself upon his pillow again: tearing his hair, morosely crying, grudgingly loving her, hatefully but impenitently spurning himself, and no less hatefully and unprofitably sp... | say so?" "Good Heavens, Loo," returned her brother, "you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider be... | the world. CHAPTER IX HEARING THE LAST OF IT MRS. SPARSIT, lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from tha... | Hard Times |
"An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," | Mr. James Harthouse | acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address."<|quote|>"An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his | to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address."<|quote|>"An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with | her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address."<|quote|>"An occasion, I am sure, not t... | the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the gard... | suppose her a dove, embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of the hook-beaked order. She was a most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected ... | himself upon his pillow again: tearing his hair, morosely crying, grudgingly loving her, hatefully but impenitently spurning himself, and no less hatefully and unprofitably spurning all the good in the world. CHAPTER IX HEARING THE LAST OF IT MRS. SPARSIT, lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's r... | yourself, I shall keep it to _my_self. If you disclose it, there's an end of it." It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he ... | hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bed... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. | No speaker | in the course of Ages,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs.</|quote|>"We live in a singular | to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs.</|quote|>"We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. | appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs.... | of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Spars... | bird of the hook-beaked order. She was a most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility o... | spurning himself, and no less hatefully and unprofitably spurning all the good in the world. CHAPTER IX HEARING THE LAST OF IT MRS. SPARSIT, lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of l... | It was too dark for either to see the other's face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you di... | kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!" "I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am s... | Hard Times |
"We live in a singular world, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | indolent of all possible airs.<|quote|>"We live in a singular world, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have | Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs.<|quote|>"We live in a singular world, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a | Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs.<|quote|>"We live in a singular world, sir,"</|quo... | pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as... | she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that ... | HEARING THE LAST OF IT MRS. SPARSIT, lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman ... | to consider before speaking. "Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In sh... | the dark and craggy region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing infl... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | in a singular world, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I have had the honour, | all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which | to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"I have ... | Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted wit... | a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would... | lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region i... | believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up hi... | bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, and asked him if he had called h... | Hard Times |
"I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." | Mr. James Harthouse | world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed."</|quote|>"A singular world, I would | "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed."</|quote|>"A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; | be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"I have had the honour, by a... | some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's a... | solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consu... | recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region in its neighb... | I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?" "I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't be." "He seemed to me an honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, "if you ... | some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, and asked him if he had called her? But he lay still, and she softly closed the door and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautiously up and found her gone, crept out of bed, fastened his... | Hard Times |
"A singular world, I would say, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | though not so epigrammatically expressed."<|quote|>"A singular world, I would say, sir,"</|quote|>pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging | a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed."<|quote|>"A singular world, I would say, sir,"</|quote|>pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping | inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed."<|quote|>"A singular world, I would say... | sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent... | her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was... | a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wi... | honest man." "Another person may seem to you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, "if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, t... | and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautiously up and found her gone, crept out of bed, fastened his door, and threw himself upon his pillow again: tearing his hair, morosely crying, grudgingly loving her, hatefully but impenitently spurning himself, and no less hatefully and unprofitably spurning al... | Hard Times |
pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; | No speaker | world, I would say, sir,"<|quote|>pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones;</|quote|>"as regards the intimacies we | so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir,"<|quote|>pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones;</|quote|>"as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with | the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir,"<|quote|>pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after ackn... | the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a ... | wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. S... | coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of her... | you dishonest, and yet not be so." There was a pause, for he had hesitated and stopped. "In short," resumed Tom, as if he had made up his mind, "if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself v... | the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pac... | Hard Times |
"as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." | Mrs. Sparsit | was in its dulcet tones;<|quote|>"as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind."</|quote|>"Your memory does me more | its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones;<|quote|>"as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind."</|quote|>"Your memory does me more honour... | proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones;<|quote|>"as rega... | not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though ... | in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before ... | manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manner of sitting, smoothing her uncomfortable, not to say, gri... | "if you come to that, perhaps I was so far from being altogether in his favour, that I took him outside the door to tell him quietly, that I thought he might consider himself very well off to get such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him... | Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her ... | Hard Times |
"Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too hab... | Mr. James Harthouse | actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind."<|quote|>"Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a com... | as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind."<|quote|>"Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring ... | in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind."<|quote|>"Your memory does me more honour than ... | have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as... | pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's addres... | could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manner of sitting, smoothing her uncomfortable, not to say, gritty mittens (they were constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe), or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton stirrup, was so perfectly serene, that most observers would have... | such a windfall as he had got from my sister, and that I hoped he would make good use of it. You remember whether I took him out or not. I say nothing against the man; he may be a very good fellow, for anything I know; I hope he is." "Was he offended by what you said?" "No, he took it pretty well; he was civil enough. ... | of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manner of sitting, smoothing her uncomfortable, not to s... | Hard Times |
He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. | No speaker | to admit of any question."<|quote|>He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution.</|quote|>"You found Miss Gradgrind I | Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question."<|quote|>He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution.</|quote|>"You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. | I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question."<|quote|>He was almost... | tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obli... | sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, t... | embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of the hook-beaked order. She was a most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the... | took it pretty well; he was civil enough. Where are you, Loo?" He sat up in bed and kissed her. "Good night, my dear, good night." "You have nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!" "I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much ... | at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were... | Hard Times |
"You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" | Mrs. Sparsit | the course of its execution.<|quote|>"You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You | mind wandered so much in the course of its execution.<|quote|>"You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said | for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution.<|quote|>"You found Miss Gradgrind ... | so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring a... | airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping o... | How she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, t... | nothing more to tell me?" "No. What should I have? You wouldn't have me tell you a lie!" "I wouldn't have you do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to ... | day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring f... | Hard Times |
asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. | No speaker | youthful as I described her?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly.</|quote|>"You drew her portrait perfectly," | very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly.</|quote|>"You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her | He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly.</|quote|>"Y... | I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling... | am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards t... | was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full pos... | do that to-night, Tom, of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if t... | but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manner of sitting, smoothing her uncomfortable, not to say, gritty mittens (they were constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe), or of ambling to un... | Hard Times |
"You drew her portrait perfectly," | Mr. James Harthouse | her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly.<|quote|>"You drew her portrait perfectly,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her | as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly.<|quote|>"You drew her portrait perfectly,"</|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," | asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly.<|quote|>"You drew her portrait perfectly,... | your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this co... | made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we f... | suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her... | of all the nights in your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by wh... | her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Harthouse. | No speaker | "You drew her portrait perfectly,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse.</|quote|>"Presented her dead image." "Very | her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse.</|quote|>"Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, | took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly,"<|quote|>said Mr. Harthouse.</|quote|>"... | my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long t... | effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with indi... | banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the mome... | your life; many and much happier as I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured h... | on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those clas... | Hard Times |
"Presented her dead image." | Mr. James Harthouse | portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse.<|quote|>"Presented her dead image."</|quote|>"Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. | Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse.<|quote|>"Presented her dead image."</|quote|>"Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly | long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse.<|quote|>"Presented her dead im... | it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, an... | so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were qui... | down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival the... | and much happier as I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood fo... | to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsi... | Hard Times |
"Very engaging, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | Harthouse. "Presented her dead image."<|quote|>"Very engaging, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her | her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image."<|quote|>"Very engaging, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over | and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image."<|quote|>"Very engaging,... | add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered s... | singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recal... | extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she... | I hope they will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the b... | region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manne... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. | No speaker | dead image." "Very engaging, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another.</|quote|>"Highly so." "It used to | said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another.</|quote|>"Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, | wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir,"<|quote|>said M... | were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the ... | would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on th... | locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision... | will be." "Thank you, my dear Loo. I am so tired, that I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside befor... | the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said... | Hard Times |
"Highly so." | Mr. James Harthouse | to revolve over one another.<|quote|>"Highly so."</|quote|>"It used to be considered," | Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another.<|quote|>"Highly so."</|quote|>"It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss | Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another.<|quo... | accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. B... | drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Grad... | that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conv... | I am sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looke... | inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," ... | Hard Times |
"It used to be considered," | Mrs. Sparsit | over one another. "Highly so."<|quote|>"It used to be considered,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss | her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so."<|quote|>"It used to be considered,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, | really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so."<|qu... | a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's... | her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "You... | was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation ... | sure I wonder I don't say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked bac... | be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincid... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | "It used to be considered,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"that Miss Gradgrind was wanting | over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess | Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered,"<|qu... | mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthfu... | so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than ... | shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arriv... | say anything to get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened ... | you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," sa... | Hard Times |
"that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" | Mrs. Sparsit | be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her | "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, | absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quot... | is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described... | its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignif... | velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her s... | get to sleep. Go to bed, go to bed." Kissing her again, he turned round, drew the coverlet over his head, and lay as still as if that time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, and asked hi... | eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manner of sitting, smoothing her uncomfortable, not to say, gritty mittens (they were constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe), or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton ... | Hard Times |
cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. | No speaker | indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else.</|quote|>"How do you find yourself | in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else.</|quote|>"How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let | said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!"<|quote|>cri... | wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Spar... | I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit... | ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receivin... | time had come by which she had adjured him. She stood for some time at the bedside before she slowly moved away. She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, and asked him if he had called her? But he lay still, and she softly closed the door and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautio... | honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice wa... | Hard Times |
"How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." | Mrs. Sparsit | thinking of no one else.<|quote|>"How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir."</|quote|>Now, these persistent assuagements of | she had been talking and thinking of no one else.<|quote|>"How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir."</|quote|>Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of | "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else.<|quote|>"How do you find yourself... | absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that... | memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habituall... | conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An o... | She stopped at the door, looked back when she had opened it, and asked him if he had called her? But he lay still, and she softly closed the door and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautiously up and found her gone, crept out of bed, fastened his door, and threw himself upon his pillow again: tearing... | ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfect... | Hard Times |
Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, | No speaker | us see you cheerful, sir."<|quote|>Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with f... | this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir."<|quote|>Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, w... | and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir."<|quote|>Now, these persistent assuagements o... | her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerabl... | hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it t... | garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Har... | if he had called her? But he lay still, and she softly closed the door and returned to her room. Then the wretched boy looked cautiously up and found her gone, crept out of bed, fastened his door, and threw himself upon his pillow again: tearing his hair, morosely crying, grudgingly loving her, hatefully but impenitent... | extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she... | Hard Times |
"You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," | Mrs. Sparsit | with forced lightness of heart,<|quote|>"You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table,"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I | So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart,<|quote|>"You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table,"</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care | assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart,<|quote|>"You want your breakfas... | in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of... | took him so long to get through, and his mind wandered so much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dea... | course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "... | hatefully but impenitently spurning himself, and no less hatefully and unprofitably spurning all the good in the world. CHAPTER IX HEARING THE LAST OF IT MRS. SPARSIT, lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that h... | conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An o... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby replied, | No speaker | to preside at the table,"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby replied,</|quote|>"If I waited to be | Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table,"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby replied,</|quote|>"If I waited to be taken care of by my | Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table,"<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby replied,</|qu... | as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit... | found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one an... | "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her ... | HEARING THE LAST OF IT MRS. SPARSIT, lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman ... | were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have h... | Hard Times |
"If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." | Josiah Bounderby | the table," Mr. Bounderby replied,<|quote|>"If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot."</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed | be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied,<|quote|>"If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot."</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. | than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied,<|quote|>"If I waited to be taken ... | had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and hard... | I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "... | a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrow... | OF IT MRS. SPARSIT, lying by to recover the tone of her nerves in Mr. Bounderby's retreat, kept such a sharp look-out, night and day, under her Coriolanian eyebrows, that her eyes, like a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark... | does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually devel... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bound... | No speaker | take charge of the teapot."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she ha... | so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circu... | I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at... | of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be h... | image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _i... | "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I re... | a couple of lighthouses on an iron-bound coast, might have warned all prudent mariners from that bold rock her Roman nose and the dark and craggy region in its neighbourhood, but for the placidity of her manner. Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wi... | it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to admit of any question." He was almost falling asleep over this compliment; it took him so long to get through, an... | Hard Times |
"There! Stop where you are, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | been a law to her.<|quote|>"There! Stop where you are, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where | long as his will had been a law to her.<|quote|>"There! Stop where you are, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will | be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her.<|quote|>"There! Stop where you are, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby... | Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's t... | soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent w... | much in the course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing... | wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another ... | youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | Stop where you are, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"stop where you are! Mrs. | a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad | Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"stop where you are! Mrs... | to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew ... | the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. Sh... | execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to rev... | house. How she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit... | of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind a... | Hard Times |
"stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." | Josiah Bounderby | are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe."</|quote|>"Don't say that, sir," returned | her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe."</|quote|>"Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, | so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad ... | Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to... | Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble ... | Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another.... | got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she ... | Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir?... | Hard Times |
"Don't say that, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | of the trouble, I believe."<|quote|>"Don't say that, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with | very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe."<|quote|>"Don't say that, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very | the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe."<|quote|>"Don't say that, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs.... | to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of comply... | pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting i... | described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in... | highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet wo... | proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the ... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, | No speaker | believe." "Don't say that, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity,</|quote|>"because that is very unkind | relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity,</|quote|>"because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to | had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity... | it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; lo... | wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under ex... | Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess s... | to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession ... | in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insig... | Hard Times |
"because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." | Mrs. Sparsit | Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity,<|quote|>"because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir."</|quote|>"You may set your mind | "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity,<|quote|>"because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir."</|quote|>"You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can | with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity,<|quote|>"because that is very unkind to M... | her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a... | _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she h... | perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikin... | the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the ... | mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a gre... | Hard Times |
"You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" | Josiah Bounderby | not to be you, sir."<|quote|>"You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a | And to be unkind is not to be you, sir."<|quote|>"You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. | ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir."<|quote|>"You may set your mind at rest... | Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby w... | again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she mean... | to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, ... | circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Har... | dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of yo... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. | No speaker | very quietly, can't you, Loo?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife.</|quote|>"Of course. It is of | ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife.</|quote|>"Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it | of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way t... | that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," re... | rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trust... | Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir?... | the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey... | of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accura... | Hard Times |
"Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" | Louisa Bounderby | blustering way to his wife.<|quote|>"Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?"</|quote|>"Why should it be of | said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife.<|quote|>"Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?"</|quote|>"Why should it be of any importance to any one, | Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife.<|quote|>"Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be... | taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because t... | place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her pr... | to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indeed here _is_ Mr. Bounderby!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent ass... | possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfas... | course of its execution. "You found Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens... | Hard Times |
"Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | of any importance to me?"<|quote|>"Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with | moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?"<|quote|>"Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You | unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?"<|quote|>"Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am... | to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "Y... | before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. B... | cried Mrs. Sparsit, nodding her head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of ma... | ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace. She took very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receivin... | table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She wa... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. | No speaker | any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight.</|quote|>"You attach too much importance | be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight.</|quote|>"You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By | rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight.</... | you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you... | hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essenti... | had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and hard... | very kindly to Mr. Harthouse, and had some pleasant conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be ... | let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with force... | Hard Times |
"You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." | Josiah Bounderby | with a sense of slight.<|quote|>"You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time."</|quote|>"What is the matter with | ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight.<|quote|>"You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time."</|quote|>"What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, c... | you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight.<|quote|>"You attach too much importance to these things, m... | be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering w... | get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, tha... | "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wi... | conversation with him soon after her arrival. She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. "It appears but yesterday, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An o... | that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get... | Hard Times |
"What is the matter with you?" | Louisa Bounderby | behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time."<|quote|>"What is the matter with you?"</|quote|>asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What | are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time."<|quote|>"What is the matter with you?"</|quote|>asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" | be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time."<|quote|>"What is... | to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby,... | a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you ar... | begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," ... | the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a ... | Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to ... | Hard Times |
asked Louisa, coldly surprised. | No speaker | is the matter with you?"<|quote|>asked Louisa, coldly surprised.</|quote|>"What has given you offence?" | Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?"<|quote|>asked Louisa, coldly surprised.</|quote|>"What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you | one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?"<|quote|>asked... | set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of ... | time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad... | making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I... | the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs.... | so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances... | Hard Times |
"What has given you offence?" | Louisa Bounderby | you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised.<|quote|>"What has given you offence?"</|quote|>"Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you | "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised.<|quote|>"What has given you offence?"</|quote|>"Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any | said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised.<|quote|>... | rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You atta... | precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved o... | than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of ... | were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have h... | the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. Sh... | Hard Times |
"Offence!" | Josiah Bounderby | "What has given you offence?"<|quote|>"Offence!"</|quote|>repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose | you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?"<|quote|>"Offence!"</|quote|>repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence | a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?"<|quote|>"Off... | it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to ... | of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe."... | and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you ... | wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a... | no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other peopl... | Hard Times |
repeated Bounderby. | No speaker | has given you offence?" "Offence!"<|quote|>repeated Bounderby.</|quote|>"Do you suppose if there | asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!"<|quote|>repeated Bounderby.</|quote|>"Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, | sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!"<|qu... | very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to the... | old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "D... | harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know... | to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coin... | it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that sh... | Hard Times |
"Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds." | Josiah Bounderby | you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby.<|quote|>"Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds."</|quote|>"I suppose no one ever | coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby.<|quote|>"Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds."</|quote|>"I suppose no one ever had occasion t... | slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bou... | can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'... | be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had taken the liberty of complying with his request; long as his will had been a law to her. "There! Stop where you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't sa... | usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well... | made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address." "An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages," said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs. Sparsit with the most indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidenc... | Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bound... | Hard Times |
"I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," | Louisa Bounderby | go beating about for side-winds."<|quote|>"I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate,"</|quote|>Louisa answered him composedly: "I | man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds."<|quote|>"I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate,"</|quote|>Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection | the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds."<|quote|>"I suppose... | any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter wi... | you are, ma'am," said Mr. Bounderby, "stop where you are! Mrs. Bounderby will be very glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at res... | to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly s... | indolent of all possible airs. "We live in a singular world, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit. "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the com... | Miss Gradgrind I really cannot call her Mrs. Bounderby; it's very absurd of me as youthful as I described her?" asked Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly. "You drew her portrait perfectly," said Mr. Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another.... | Hard Times |
Louisa answered him composedly: | No speaker | too diffident, or too delicate,"<|quote|>Louisa answered him composedly:</|quote|>"I have never made that | had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate,"<|quote|>Louisa answered him composedly:</|quote|>"I have never made that objection to you, either as | Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate,"<|quote|>Louisa answered him composedly:<... | of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated ... | glad to be relieved of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blus... | of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, prot... | "I have had the honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression... | than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs. Sparsit said with forced lightness of heart, "You want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of ... | Hard Times |
"I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." | Louisa Bounderby | delicate," Louisa answered him composedly:<|quote|>"I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have."</|quote|>"Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. | you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly:<|quote|>"I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have."</|quote|>"Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, | if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly:<|quote|>"I have never made that obj... | too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you supp... | of the trouble, I believe." "Don't say that, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wi... | ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she neve... | honour, by a coincidence of which I am proud, to have made a remark, similar in effect, though not so epigrammatically expressed." "A singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice wa... | one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people f... | Hard Times |
"Have?" | Josiah Bounderby | understand what you would have."<|quote|>"Have?"</|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, | as a woman. I don't understand what you would have."<|quote|>"Have?"</|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know | believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have."<|quote|>"Have?"</|quote|>returned Mr. B... | are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don'... | And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'... | Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby'... | singular world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recal... | you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of ... | Hard Times |
returned Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | what you would have." "Have?"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo | a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that | I don't go beating about for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?"<|quote|>returned Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|... | behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go... | to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"... | complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakf... | world, I would say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, t... | this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward. So, when Mrs.... | Hard Times |
"Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?" | Josiah Bounderby | have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?"</|quote|>She looked at him, as | don't understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?"</|quote|>She looked at him, as he struck the table and | beating about for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"Nothing. Otherwise... | children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side... | is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bou... | her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradg... | say, sir," pursued Mrs. Sparsit; after acknowledging the compliment with a drooping of her dark eyebrows, not altogether so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occ... | find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people from his wife downward.... | Hard Times |
She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought. | No speaker | of Coketown, would have it?"<|quote|>She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought.</|quote|>"You are incomprehensible this morning," | well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?"<|quote|>She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought.</|quote|>"You are incomprehensible this morning," said Louisa. "Pray take no | delicate," Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?"<|quote|... | repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go beating about for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly:... | very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to the... | that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get... | so mild in its expression as her voice was in its dulcet tones; "as regards the intimacies we form at one time, with individuals we were quite ignorant of, at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than ... | one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to most other people f... | Hard Times |
"You are incomprehensible this morning," | Louisa Bounderby | new change, Mr. Harthouse thought.<|quote|>"You are incomprehensible this morning,"</|quote|>said Louisa. "Pray take no | her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought.<|quote|>"You are incomprehensible this morning,"</|quote|>said Louisa. "Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. | returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?" She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought.<|quote|>"You are incomprehe... | I don't go beating about for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherw... | to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's ... | Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a... | at another. I recall, sir, that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. ... | want your breakfast, sir, but I dare say Miss Gradgrind will soon be here to preside at the table," Mr. Bounderby replied, "If I waited to be taken care of by my wife, ma'am, I believe you know pretty well I should wait till Doomsday, so I'll trouble _you_ to take charge of the teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assum... | Hard Times |
said Louisa. | No speaker | "You are incomprehensible this morning,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Pray take no further trouble | new change, Mr. Harthouse thought. "You are incomprehensible this morning,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. I am | don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?" She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought. "You are incomprehensible this morning,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"... | for side-winds." "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bound... | be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the mat... | she begged pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so... | that on that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for i... | Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be c... | Hard Times |
"Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. I am not curious to know your meaning. What does it matter?" | Louisa Bounderby | incomprehensible this morning," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. I am not curious to know your meaning. What does it matter?"</|quote|>Nothing more was said on | Mr. Harthouse thought. "You are incomprehensible this morning," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. I am not curious to know your meaning. What does it matter?"</|quote|>Nothing more was said on this theme, and Mr. Harthouse | Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?" She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought. "You are incomprehensible this morning," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Pray take no further... | "I suppose no one ever had occasion to think you too diffident, or too delicate," Louisa answered him composedly: "I have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thorou... | any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter wi... | pardon, she meant to say Miss Bounderby she hoped to be excused, but she really could not get it right yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very preci... | that occasion you went so far as to say you were actually apprehensive of Miss Gradgrind." "Your memory does me more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact f... | teapot." Mrs. Sparsit complied, and assumed her old position at table. This again made the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making ... | Hard Times |
Nothing more was said on this theme, and Mr. Harthouse was soon idly gay on indifferent subjects. But from this day, the Sparsit action upon Mr. Bounderby threw Louisa and James Harthouse more together, and strengthened the dangerous alienation from her husband and confidence against him with another, into which she ha... | No speaker | meaning. What does it matter?"<|quote|>Nothing more was said on this theme, and Mr. Harthouse was soon idly gay on indifferent subjects. But from this day, the Sparsit action upon Mr. Bounderby threw Louisa and James Harthouse more together, and strengthened the dangerous alienation from her husband and confidence agai... | not curious to know your meaning. What does it matter?"<|quote|>Nothing more was said on this theme, and Mr. Harthouse was soon idly gay on indifferent subjects. But from this day, the Sparsit action upon Mr. Bounderby threw Louisa and James Harthouse more together, and strengthened the dangerous alienation from her hu... | struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought. "You are incomprehensible this morning," said Louisa. "Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. I am not curious to know your meaning. What does it matter?"<|quote|>Nothing more was said on... | have never made that objection to you, either as a child or as a woman. I don't understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?" She looked at him, as he struck the table and made th... | much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose ... | yet, though she trusted to become familiar with it by and by had assumed her present position. It was only (she observed) because Miss Gradgrind happened to be a little late, and Mr. Bounderby's time was so very precious, and she knew it of old to be so essential that he should breakfast to the moment, that she had tak... | more honour than my insignificance deserves. I availed myself of your obliging hints to correct my timidity, and it is unnecessary to add that they were perfectly accurate. Mrs. Sparsit's talent for in fact for anything requiring accuracy with a combination of strength of mind and Family is too habitually developed to ... | the excellent woman vastly sentimental. She was so humble withal, that when Louisa appeared, she rose, protesting she never could think of sitting in that place under existing circumstances, often as she had had the honour of making Mr. Bounderby's breakfast, before Mrs. Gradgrind she begged pardon, she meant to say Mi... | Hard Times |
"My benefactor!" | Mrs. Sparsit | kiss upon his hand, murmured<|quote|>"My benefactor!"</|quote|>and retired, overwhelmed with grief. | hall, she imprinted a chaste kiss upon his hand, murmured<|quote|>"My benefactor!"</|quote|>and retired, overwhelmed with grief. Yet it is an indubitable | whether she ever tried or no, lay hidden in her own closed heart. Mrs. Sparsit was so much affected on this particular occasion, that, assisting Mr. Bounderby to his hat after breakfast, and being then alone with him in the hall, she imprinted a chaste kiss upon his hand, murmured<|quote|>"My benefactor!"</|quote|>and ... | But from this day, the Sparsit action upon Mr. Bounderby threw Louisa and James Harthouse more together, and strengthened the dangerous alienation from her husband and confidence against him with another, into which she had fallen by degrees so fine that she could not retrace them if she tried. But whether she ever tri... | understand what you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?" She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harth... | very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importanc... | Harthouse. "Presented her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that ... | behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?" "Offence!" repeated Bounderby. "Do you suppose if there was any offence given me, I shouldn't name it, and request to have it corrected? I am a straightforward man, I believe. I don't go... | Hard Times |
and retired, overwhelmed with grief. Yet it is an indubitable fact, within the cognizance of this history, that five minutes after he had left the house in the self-same hat, the same descendant of the Scadgerses and connexion by matrimony of the Powlers, shook her right-hand mitten at his portrait, made a contemptuous... | No speaker | his hand, murmured "My benefactor!"<|quote|>and retired, overwhelmed with grief. Yet it is an indubitable fact, within the cognizance of this history, that five minutes after he had left the house in the self-same hat, the same descendant of the Scadgerses and connexion by matrimony of the Powlers, shook her right-hand... | imprinted a chaste kiss upon his hand, murmured "My benefactor!"<|quote|>and retired, overwhelmed with grief. Yet it is an indubitable fact, within the cognizance of this history, that five minutes after he had left the house in the self-same hat, the same descendant of the Scadgerses and connexion by matrimony of the ... | ever tried or no, lay hidden in her own closed heart. Mrs. Sparsit was so much affected on this particular occasion, that, assisting Mr. Bounderby to his hat after breakfast, and being then alone with him in the hall, she imprinted a chaste kiss upon his hand, murmured "My benefactor!"<|quote|>and retired, overwhelmed ... | this day, the Sparsit action upon Mr. Bounderby threw Louisa and James Harthouse more together, and strengthened the dangerous alienation from her husband and confidence against him with another, into which she had fallen by degrees so fine that she could not retrace them if she tried. But whether she ever tried or no,... | you would have." "Have?" returned Mr. Bounderby. "Nothing. Otherwise, don't you, Loo Bounderby, know thoroughly well that I, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown, would have it?" She looked at him, as he struck the table and made the teacups ring, with a proud colour in her face that was a new change, Mr. Harthouse thought. "Y... | to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one... | her dead image." "Very engaging, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, causing her mittens slowly to revolve over one another. "Highly so." "It used to be considered," said Mrs. Sparsit, "that Miss Gradgrind was wanting in animation, but I confess she appears to me considerably and strikingly improved in that respect. Ay, and indee... | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, almost with severity, "because that is very unkind to Mrs. Bounderby. And to be unkind is not to be you, sir." "You may set your mind at rest, ma'am. You can take it very quietly, can't you, Loo?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a blustering way to his wife. "Of course. It is of no moment. Why shoul... | Hard Times |
"Serve you right, you Noodle, and I am glad of it." | Mrs. Sparsit | work of art, and said<|quote|>"Serve you right, you Noodle, and I am glad of it."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby had not been | a contemptuous grimace at that work of art, and said<|quote|>"Serve you right, you Noodle, and I am glad of it."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby had not been long gone, when Bitzer appeared. | within the cognizance of this history, that five minutes after he had left the house in the self-same hat, the same descendant of the Scadgerses and connexion by matrimony of the Powlers, shook her right-hand mitten at his portrait, made a contemptuous grimace at that work of art, and said<|quote|>"Serve you right, you... | Mrs. Sparsit was so much affected on this particular occasion, that, assisting Mr. Bounderby to his hat after breakfast, and being then alone with him in the hall, she imprinted a chaste kiss upon his hand, murmured "My benefactor!" and retired, overwhelmed with grief. Yet it is an indubitable fact, within the cognizan... | "Pray take no further trouble to explain yourself. I am not curious to know your meaning. What does it matter?" Nothing more was said on this theme, and Mr. Harthouse was soon idly gay on indifferent subjects. But from this day, the Sparsit action upon Mr. Bounderby threw Louisa and James Harthouse more together, and s... | any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter wi... | head a great many times, as if she had been talking and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than u... | of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby had not been long gone, when Bitzer appeared. Bitzer had come down by train, shrieking and rattling over the long line of arches that bestrode the wild country of past and present coal-pits, with an express from Stone Lodge. It was a hasty note to inform Louisa that Mrs. Gradgrind lay very ill. She had ne... | No speaker | I am glad of it."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby had not been long gone, when Bitzer appeared. Bitzer had come down by train, shrieking and rattling over the long line of arches that bestrode the wild country of past and present coal-pits, with an express from Stone Lodge. It was a hasty note to inform Louisa that Mrs. Gradgrin... | you right, you Noodle, and I am glad of it."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby had not been long gone, when Bitzer appeared. Bitzer had come down by train, shrieking and rattling over the long line of arches that bestrode the wild country of past and present coal-pits, with an express from Stone Lodge. It was a hasty note to infor... | had left the house in the self-same hat, the same descendant of the Scadgerses and connexion by matrimony of the Powlers, shook her right-hand mitten at his portrait, made a contemptuous grimace at that work of art, and said "Serve you right, you Noodle, and I am glad of it."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby had not been long gon... | assisting Mr. Bounderby to his hat after breakfast, and being then alone with him in the hall, she imprinted a chaste kiss upon his hand, murmured "My benefactor!" and retired, overwhelmed with grief. Yet it is an indubitable fact, within the cognizance of this history, that five minutes after he had left the house in ... | curious to know your meaning. What does it matter?" Nothing more was said on this theme, and Mr. Harthouse was soon idly gay on indifferent subjects. But from this day, the Sparsit action upon Mr. Bounderby threw Louisa and James Harthouse more together, and strengthened the dangerous alienation from her husband and co... | swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You are old-fashioned, ma'am. You are behind Tom Gradgrind's children's time." "What is the matter with you?" asked Louisa, coldly surprised. "What has given you offence?... | and thinking of no one else. "How do you find yourself this morning, sir? Pray let us see you cheerful, sir." Now, these persistent assuagements of his misery, and lightenings of his load, had by this time begun to have the effect of making Mr. Bounderby softer than usual towards Mrs. Sparsit, and harder than usual to ... | "Of course. It is of no moment. Why should it be of any importance to me?" "Why should it be of any importance to any one, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, swelling with a sense of slight. "You attach too much importance to these things, ma'am. By George, you'll be corrupted in some of your notions here. You a... | Hard Times |
"Well, my dear," | Mrs. Gradgrind | to it all at once.<|quote|>"Well, my dear,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I | She then seemed to come to it all at once.<|quote|>"Well, my dear,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on | could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once.<|quote|>"Well, my dear,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgr... | had been: which had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, ... | up, from mere habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice ... | how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons o... | train, shrieking and rattling over the long line of arches that bestrode the wild country of past and present coal-pits, with an express from Stone Lodge. It was a hasty note to inform Louisa that Mrs. Gradgrind lay very ill. She had never been well within her daughter's knowledge; but, she had declined within the last... | mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Gradgrind, | No speaker | at once. "Well, my dear,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"and I hope you are | to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. | present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"and I h... | had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet pr... | habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her... | upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons of leverage what ha... | rattling over the long line of arches that bestrode the wild country of past and present coal-pits, with an express from Stone Lodge. It was a hasty note to inform Louisa that Mrs. Gradgrind lay very ill. She had never been well within her daughter's knowledge; but, she had declined within the last few days, had contin... | dreams of childhood its airy fables; its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond: so good to be believed in once, so good to be remembered when outgrown, for then the least among them rises to the stature of a great Charity in the heart, suffering little children to come into the midst of... | Hard Times |
"and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." | Mrs. Gradgrind | my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know."</|quote|>"I want to hear of | it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know."</|quote|>"I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." | that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"and I hope you are going on satisfac... | do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with ... | couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to t... | the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons of leverage what had she to do with the... | long line of arches that bestrode the wild country of past and present coal-pits, with an express from Stone Lodge. It was a hasty note to inform Louisa that Mrs. Gradgrind lay very ill. She had never been well within her daughter's knowledge; but, she had declined within the last few days, had continued sinking all th... | the world beyond: so good to be believed in once, so good to be remembered when outgrown, for then the least among them rises to the stature of a great Charity in the heart, suffering little children to come into the midst of it, and to keep with their pure hands a garden in the stony ways of this world, wherein it wer... | Hard Times |
"I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." | Louisa Bounderby | And he ought to know."<|quote|>"I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself."</|quote|>"You want to hear of | set his heart upon it. And he ought to know."<|quote|>"I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself."</|quote|>"You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something | at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know."<|quote|>"I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself."</|quote|... | Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. ... | ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take such a long time in getting down to her ears, that she might have been lying at the bottom of a well. The poor lady was nearer Truth tha... | its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons of leverage what had she to do with these? Her remembrances of home and childhood were remembrances of the drying up of every spring and fountain in her young heart as it gushe... | Louisa that Mrs. Gradgrind lay very ill. She had never been well within her daughter's knowledge; but, she had declined within the last few days, had continued sinking all through the night, and was now as nearly dead, as her limited capacity of being in any state that implied the ghost of an intention to get out of it... | stature of a great Charity in the heart, suffering little children to come into the midst of it, and to keep with their pure hands a garden in the stony ways of this world, wherein it were better for all the children of Adam that they should oftener sun themselves, simple and trustful, and not worldly-wise what had she... | Hard Times |
"You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." | Mrs. Gradgrind | you, mother; not of myself."<|quote|>"You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy."</|quote|>"Are you in pain, dear | "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself."<|quote|>"You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy."</|quote|>"Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a | to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself."<|quote|>"You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am ... | had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," sa... | last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take such a long time in getting down to her ears, that she might have been lying at the bottom of a well. The poor lady was nearer Truth than she ever had been: which had much to do with it... | shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons of leverage what had she to do with these? Her remembrances of home and childhood were remembrances of the drying up of every spring and fountain in her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They wer... | been well within her daughter's knowledge; but, she had declined within the last few days, had continued sinking all through the night, and was now as nearly dead, as her limited capacity of being in any state that implied the ghost of an intention to get out of it, allowed. Accompanied by the lightest of porters, fit ... | as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be moved by anything but so many calculated tons of leverage what had she to do with these? Her remembrances of home and childhood were remembrances of the drying up o... | Hard Times |
"Are you in pain, dear mother?" | Louisa Bounderby | Louisa. Very faint and giddy."<|quote|>"Are you in pain, dear mother?"</|quote|>"I think there's a pain | me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy."<|quote|>"Are you in pain, dear mother?"</|quote|>"I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said | set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy."<|quote|>"Are you in pain, dear mother?"</|quote|>"I think there's a pain some... | minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want... | in getting down to her ears, that she might have been lying at the bottom of a well. The poor lady was nearer Truth than she ever had been: which had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that ... | home and childhood were remembrances of the drying up of every spring and fountain in her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upo... | limited capacity of being in any state that implied the ghost of an intention to get out of it, allowed. Accompanied by the lightest of porters, fit colourless servitor at Death's door when Mrs. Gradgrind knocked, Louisa rumbled to Coketown, over the coal-pits past and present, and was whirled into its smoky jaws. She ... | did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take such a long time in getting down to her ears, that she might have been lying at the bottom of a well. The poor lady was nearer Truth than she ever had been... | Hard Times |
"I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," | Mrs. Gradgrind | you in pain, dear mother?"<|quote|>"I think there's a pain somewhere in the room,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I | Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?"<|quote|>"I think there's a pain somewhere in the room,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I | he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?"<|quote|>"I think there's a pain somewhere in the room,"</|quote|>said Mr... | often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of... | that she might have been lying at the bottom of a well. The poor lady was nearer Truth than she ever had been: which had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an obje... | the drying up of every spring and fountain in her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mothe... | state that implied the ghost of an intention to get out of it, allowed. Accompanied by the lightest of porters, fit colourless servitor at Death's door when Mrs. Gradgrind knocked, Louisa rumbled to Coketown, over the coal-pits past and present, and was whirled into its smoky jaws. She dismissed the messenger to his ow... | she knew, by the enchanted roads of what she and millions of innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and it... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Gradgrind, | No speaker | pain somewhere in the room,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"but I couldn't positively say | mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." | you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"but I couldn't positive... | it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's some... | of a well. The poor lady was nearer Truth than she ever had been: which had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and tha... | her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, ... | get out of it, allowed. Accompanied by the lightest of porters, fit colourless servitor at Death's door when Mrs. Gradgrind knocked, Louisa rumbled to Coketown, over the coal-pits past and present, and was whirled into its smoky jaws. She dismissed the messenger to his own devices, and rode away to her old home. She ha... | out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest... | Hard Times |
"but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." | Mrs. Gradgrind | the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"but I couldn't positively say that I have got it."</|quote|>After this strange speech, she | there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"but I couldn't positively say that I have got it."</|quote|>After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. | of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"but I couldn't positively say that I have got it.... | then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I... | The poor lady was nearer Truth than she ever had been: which had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could... | as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived ... | it, allowed. Accompanied by the lightest of porters, fit colourless servitor at Death's door when Mrs. Gradgrind knocked, Louisa rumbled to Coketown, over the coal-pits past and present, and was whirled into its smoky jaws. She dismissed the messenger to his own devices, and rode away to her old home. She had seldom be... | on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She reclined, propped up, from mere habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anyt... | Hard Times |
After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. | No speaker | that I have got it."<|quote|>After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion.</|quote|>"You very seldom see your | "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it."<|quote|>After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion.</|quote|>"You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She | That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it."<|quote|>After this strange speech, she lay silent fo... | my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. No... | been: which had much to do with it. On being told that Mrs. Bounderby was there, she replied, at cross-purposes, that she had never called him by that name since he married Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not ... | They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy wa... | servitor at Death's door when Mrs. Gradgrind knocked, Louisa rumbled to Coketown, over the coal-pits past and present, and was whirled into its smoky jaws. She dismissed the messenger to his own devices, and rode away to her old home. She had seldom been there since her marriage. Her father was usually sifting and sift... | the enchanted roads of what she and millions of innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb sh... | Hard Times |
"You very seldom see your sister," | Mrs. Gradgrind | of life in fluttering motion.<|quote|>"You very seldom see your sister,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows | see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion.<|quote|>"You very seldom see your sister,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you | pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion.<|quote|>"You very seldom see your sis... | "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positi... | Louisa; that pending her choice of an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. ... | house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest ch... | devices, and rode away to her old home. She had seldom been there since her marriage. Her father was usually sifting and sifting at his parliamentary cinder-heap in London (without being observed to turn up many precious articles among the rubbish), and was still hard at it in the national dust-yard. Her mother had tak... | of innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to b... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Gradgrind. | No speaker | very seldom see your sister,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"She grows like you. I | life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"She grows like you. I wish you would look at | Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Gradgrind.</|quote... | mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got... | an objectionable name, she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all a... | Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She reclined, propp... | old home. She had seldom been there since her marriage. Her father was usually sifting and sifting at his parliamentary cinder-heap in London (without being observed to turn up many precious articles among the rubbish), and was still hard at it in the national dust-yard. Her mother had taken it rather as a disturbance ... | innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, and its big dumb shape set up with a sightless stare, never to be m... | Hard Times |
"She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." | Mrs. Gradgrind | your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here."</|quote|>She was brought, and stood | motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here."</|quote|>She was brought, and stood with her hand in her | I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"She grows like you. I wish ... | myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After thi... | she had called him J; and that she could not at present depart from that regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear,... | of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She reclined, propped up, from mer... | had seldom been there since her marriage. Her father was usually sifting and sifting at his parliamentary cinder-heap in London (without being observed to turn up many precious articles among the rubbish), and was still hard at it in the national dust-yard. Her mother had taken it rather as a disturbance than otherwise... | that she knew, by the enchanted roads of what she and millions of innocent creatures had hoped and imagined; of how, first coming upon Reason through the tender light of Fancy, she had seen it a beneficent god, deferring to gods as great as itself; not a grim Idol, cruel and cold, with its victims bound hand to foot, a... | Hard Times |
She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. | No speaker | her. Sissy, bring her here."<|quote|>She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach.</|quote|>"Do you see the likeness, | wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here."<|quote|>She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach.</|quote|>"Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should | silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here."<|quote|>She was brought, and stood with her... | when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, co... | regulation, not being yet provided with a permanent substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to you... | terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She reclined, propped up, from mere habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so h... | his parliamentary cinder-heap in London (without being observed to turn up many precious articles among the rubbish), and was still hard at it in the national dust-yard. Her mother had taken it rather as a disturbance than otherwise, to be visited, as she reclined upon her sofa; young people, Louisa felt herself all un... | in her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving hom... | Hard Times |
"Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" | Mrs. Gradgrind | the difference of this approach.<|quote|>"Do you see the likeness, Louisa?"</|quote|>"Yes, mother. I should think | Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach.<|quote|>"Do you see the likeness, Louisa?"</|quote|>"Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! | see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach.<|quote|>"Do you see the likeness, Louisa?"</|... | the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind.... | understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my... | made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She reclined, propped up, from mere habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feebl... | had taken it rather as a disturbance than otherwise, to be visited, as she reclined upon her sofa; young people, Louisa felt herself all unfit for; Sissy she had never softened to again, since the night when the stroller's child had raised her eyes to look at Mr. Bounderby's intended wife. She had no inducements to go ... | kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms. Sissy was at her mother's side; and Jane, her sister, now ten or twelve years old, was in the room. There was great trouble before it could be made known to... | Hard Times |
"Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" | Louisa Bounderby | you see the likeness, Louisa?"<|quote|>"Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But"</|quote|>"Eh! Yes, I always say | difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?"<|quote|>"Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But"</|quote|>"Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with | "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?"<|quote|>"Yes, mother. I should think her like me.... | I couldn't positively say that I have got it." After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you woul... | seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am s... | her eldest child was there. She reclined, propped up, from mere habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her... | disturbance than otherwise, to be visited, as she reclined upon her sofa; young people, Louisa felt herself all unfit for; Sissy she had never softened to again, since the night when the stroller's child had raised her eyes to look at Mr. Bounderby's intended wife. She had no inducements to go back, and had rarely gone... | be made known to Mrs. Gradgrind that her eldest child was there. She reclined, propped up, from mere habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her fe... | Hard Times |
"Eh! Yes, I always say so," | Mrs. Gradgrind | think her like me. But"<|quote|>"Eh! Yes, I always say so,"</|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected | Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But"<|quote|>"Eh! Yes, I always say so,"</|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. "And that reminds me. | at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But"<|quote|>"Eh! Yes, I always say so,"</|quote|>... | After this strange speech, she lay silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was ... | my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. No... | from mere habit, on a couch: as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addr... | upon her sofa; young people, Louisa felt herself all unfit for; Sissy she had never softened to again, since the night when the stroller's child had raised her eyes to look at Mr. Bounderby's intended wife. She had no inducements to go back, and had rarely gone. Neither, as she approached her old home now, did any of t... | and fountain in her young heart as it gushed out. The golden waters were not there. They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. She went, with a heavy, hardened kind of sorrow upon her, into the house and into her mother's room. Since the time of he... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness. | No speaker | Yes, I always say so,"<|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.</|quote|>"And that reminds me. I | her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so,"<|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.</|quote|>"And that reminds me. I I want to speak to | She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so,"<|quote|>Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected qui... | silent for some time. Louisa, holding her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in... | I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint an... | as nearly in her old usual attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take suc... | felt herself all unfit for; Sissy she had never softened to again, since the night when the stroller's child had raised her eyes to look at Mr. Bounderby's intended wife. She had no inducements to go back, and had rarely gone. Neither, as she approached her old home now, did any of the best influences of old home desce... | her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; no... | Hard Times |
"And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute." | Mrs. Gradgrind | Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.<|quote|>"And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute."</|quote|>Louisa had relinquished the hand: | I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.<|quote|>"And that reminds me. I I want to speak to you, my dear. Sissy, my good girl, leave us alone a minute."</|quote|>Louisa had relinquished the hand: had thought that her sister's | her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her with her arm round Sissy's neck, and she felt the difference of this approach. "Do you see the likeness, Louisa?" "Yes, mother. I should think her like me. But" "Eh! Yes, I always say so," Mrs. Gradgrind cried, with unexpected quickness.<|quote|>"And that reminds me. I ... | her hand, could feel no pulse; but kissing it, could see a slight thin thread of life in fluttering motion. "You very seldom see your sister," said Mrs. Gradgrind. "She grows like you. I wish you would look at her. Sissy, bring her here." She was brought, and stood with her hand in her sister's. Louisa had observed her... | satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his heart upon it. And he ought to know." "I want to hear of you, mother; not of myself." "You want to hear of me, my dear? That's something new, I am sure, when anybody wants to hear of me. Not at all well, Louisa. Very faint and giddy." "Are you in pa... | attitude, as anything so helpless could be kept in. She had positively refused to take to her bed; on the ground that if she did, she would never hear the last of it. Her feeble voice sounded so far away in her bundle of shawls, and the sound of another voice addressing her seemed to take such a long time in getting do... | she had never softened to again, since the night when the stroller's child had raised her eyes to look at Mr. Bounderby's intended wife. She had no inducements to go back, and had rarely gone. Neither, as she approached her old home now, did any of the best influences of old home descend upon her. The dreams of childho... | substitute. Louisa had sat by her for some minutes, and had spoken to her often, before she arrived at a clear understanding who it was. She then seemed to come to it all at once. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "and I hope you are going on satisfactorily to yourself. It was all your father's doing. He set his he... | Hard Times |
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