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"Where may he be at present?" | Mrs. Sparsit | he's all right," said Tom.<|quote|>"Where may he be at present?"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit asked in a | Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom.<|quote|>"Where may he be at present?"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally | a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom.<|quote|>"Where may he b... | on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Tho... | should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her co... | was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," ... | no touch of pity, with no touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smal... | sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, i... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. | No speaker | may he be at present?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative.</|quote|>"He is shooting in Yorkshire," | all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative.</|quote|>"He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a | its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit asked i... | was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "the... | sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only sc... | business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproa... | touch of compunction, all absorbed in interest. In the interest of seeing her, ever drawing, with no hand to stay her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrup... | one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until ... | Hard Times |
"He is shooting in Yorkshire," | Young Thomas | Furies for being so uncommunicative.<|quote|>"He is shooting in Yorkshire,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Sent Loo a | devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative.<|quote|>"He is shooting in Yorkshire,"</|quote|>said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as | Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative.<|quote|>"He is shooti... | a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp... | Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bul... | to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very... | her, nearer and nearer to the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness... | it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I ... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | "He is shooting in Yorkshire,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Sent Loo a basket half | Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, | And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire,"<|quote|>said Tom.</|q... | ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to.... | be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business... | Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'... | the bottom of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harves... | sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only sc... | Hard Times |
"Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." | Young Thomas | shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom.<|quote|>"Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday."</|quote|>"The kind of gentleman, now," | being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom.<|quote|>"Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday."</|quote|>"The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom | fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom.<|quote|>"Sent Loo a bask... | a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. H... | elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all t... | "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you m... | of this new Giant's Staircase. With all her deference for Mr. Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her ho... | on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will ... | Hard Times |
"The kind of gentleman, now," | Mrs. Sparsit | big as a church, yesterday."<|quote|>"The kind of gentleman, now,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom | Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday."<|quote|>"The kind of gentleman, now,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be | "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday."<|quote|>"The kind of gentleman... | for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right,... | Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when... | down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounder... | Bounderby as contradistinguished from his portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the sta... | not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitat... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, | No speaker | "The kind of gentleman, now,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly,</|quote|>"whom one might wager to | big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly,</|quote|>"whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," | Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, ... | returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he ... | this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journe... | was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased... | portrait, Mrs. Sparsit had not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook he... | Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well kn... | Hard Times |
"whom one might wager to be a good shot!" | Mrs. Sparsit | now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly,<|quote|>"whom one might wager to be a good shot!"</|quote|>"Crack," said Tom. He had | yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly,<|quote|>"whom one might wager to be a good shot!"</|quote|>"Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young | be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly,<|quote|>"whom one ... | and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit... | up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "pres... | make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," ... | not the smallest intention of interrupting the descent. Eager to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fi... | more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" b... | Hard Times |
"Crack," | Young Thomas | to be a good shot!"<|quote|>"Crack,"</|quote|>said Tom. He had long | sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!"<|quote|>"Crack,"</|quote|>said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, | conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!"<|quote|>"Crack,"</|quo... | Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after ment... | head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him ... | Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; ... | to see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOW... | me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be... | Hard Times |
said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. | No speaker | be a good shot!" "Crack,"<|quote|>said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined.</|quote|>"Mr. Hartho... | "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack,"<|quote|>said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so incli... | manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack,"<|quote|>said Tom. He had lon... | "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devo... | in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he... | reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise... | see it accomplished, and yet patient, she waited for the last fall, as for the ripeness and fulness of the harvest of her hopes. Hushed in expectancy, she kept her wary gaze upon the stairs; and seldom so much as darkly shook her right mitten (with her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER ... | ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no difference to you." "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, reproachfully, "let me beg you not to say that. Your absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as wel... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," | Mrs. Sparsit | if she were so inclined.<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed | means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined.<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. | a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined.<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse is a gre... | in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," sa... | my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being ... | "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, u... | her fist in it), at the figure coming down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like... | I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | a great favourite of mine,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"as indeed he is of | so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"as indeed he is of most people. May we expect | long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit... | the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but ... | him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "... | to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my ho... | down. CHAPTER XI LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with prompti... | hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr.... | Hard Times |
"as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" | Mrs. Sparsit | of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?"</|quote|>"Why, _I_ expect to see | Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?"</|quote|>"Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. | down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"as indeed... | the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characte... | would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, ... | law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'... | LOWER AND LOWER THE figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the natio... | her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on... | Hard Times |
"Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," | Young Thomas | him again shortly, Mr. Tom?"<|quote|>"Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow,"</|quote|>returned the whelp. "Good news!" | May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?"<|quote|>"Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow,"</|quote|>returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I | to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?"<|quote|>"Why, _I_ expect to see him to-mor... | half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together... | ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom... | it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir... | deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about... | your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you w... | Hard Times |
returned the whelp. | No speaker | expect to see him to-morrow,"<|quote|>returned the whelp.</|quote|>"Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, | shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow,"<|quote|>returned the whelp.</|quote|>"Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an | Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow,"<|quote|>returned the whelp.</|quote|>"Good... | "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample... | for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right,... | Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I shou... | the bottom. Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people wh... | the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Spar... | Hard Times |
"Good news!" | Mrs. Sparsit | him to-morrow," returned the whelp.<|quote|>"Good news!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I | "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp.<|quote|>"Good news!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with | had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp.<|quote|>"Good news!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit... | gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of wat... | that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Whe... | receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say n... | Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other o... | greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank,... | Hard Times |
cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. | No speaker | returned the whelp. "Good news!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly.</|quote|>"I have got an appointment | expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly.</|quote|>"I have got an appointment with him to meet him | means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly.</|quote|... | said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, ... | returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he ... | as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir.... | of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact... | it might be my inclination to dispute your kind commands, not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, ... | Hard Times |
"I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," | Young Thomas | news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly.<|quote|>"I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here,"</|quote|>said Tom, "and I am | to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly.<|quote|>"I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here,"</|quote|>said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him | looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly.<|quote|>"I have got an appointment wit... | "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr... | and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit... | to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir,... | made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliament... | "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manne... | Hard Times |
said Tom, | No speaker | evening at the station here,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"and I am going to | to meet him in the evening at the station here,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I | "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here,"<|quote|>said Tom,</|quote|>"and I am going to dine... | down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is o... | thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being... | invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoi... | to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all t... | gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at prese... | Hard Times |
"and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." | Young Thomas | the station here," said Tom,<|quote|>"and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way."</|quote|>"Which reminds me!" said Mrs. | him in the evening at the station here," said Tom,<|quote|>"and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way."</|quote|>"Which ... | he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom,<|quote|>"and I am going to dine with him afterwards... | fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May ... | might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommun... | when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "... | national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into the eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends in fact resumed his parliamentary duties. In the meantime, Mrs. Sparsit kept unwinking watch and ward. Separated from her staircase, all the week... | it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four days. It was on a Friday that he intimated this to Mrs. Sparsit at the Bank, adding: "But you'll go down to-morrow, ma'am, all the same. You'll go down just as if I was there. It will make no di... | Hard Times |
"Which reminds me!" | Mrs. Sparsit | Sunday, and stray that way."<|quote|>"Which reminds me!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you | was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way."<|quote|>"Which reminds me!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your | "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way."<|quote|>"Which reminds me!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember... | he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I beli... | for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had ... | Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a... | her staircase, all the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any ti... | present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | that way." "Which reminds me!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Would you remember a message | here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, | going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Would you remember a message... | most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He i... | uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased ... | Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard t... | the week, by the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the st... | said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, swe... | Hard Times |
"Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" | Mrs. Sparsit | reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?"</|quote|>"Well? I'll try," returned the | and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?"</|quote|>"Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't | with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. To... | we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down... | shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never r... | was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry... | the length of iron road dividing Coketown from the country house, she yet maintained her cat-like observation of Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your f... | be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," retur... | Hard Times |
"Well? I'll try," | Young Thomas | to charge you with one?"<|quote|>"Well? I'll try,"</|quote|>returned the reluctant whelp, "if | Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?"<|quote|>"Well? I'll try,"</|quote|>returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." | so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?"<|quote|>"Well? I'll try,"</|quote|>returned the reluctant wh... | whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shoul... | of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of ... | the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was g... | Louisa, through her husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her thre... | anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," sa... | Hard Times |
returned the reluctant whelp, | No speaker | with one?" "Well? I'll try,"<|quote|>returned the reluctant whelp,</|quote|>"if it isn't a long | I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try,"<|quote|>returned the reluctant whelp,</|quote|>"if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my | somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try,"<|quote|>returned the reluctant whelp,</|quote|>"if it is... | cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he wa... | said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, ... | this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journe... | husband, through her brother, through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and... | absence will make a vast difference to me, sir, as I think you very well know." "Well, ma'am, then you must get on in my absence as well as you can," said Mr. Bounderby, not displeased. "Mr. Bounderby," retorted Mrs. Sparsit, "your will is to me a law, sir; otherwise, it might be my inclination to dispute your kind com... | Hard Times |
"if it isn't a long un." | Young Thomas | try," returned the reluctant whelp,<|quote|>"if it isn't a long un."</|quote|>"It is merely my respectful | you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp,<|quote|>"if it isn't a long un."</|quote|>"It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and | he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp,<|quote|>"if it isn't a long un."</|quote|>"It is mer... | "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, a... | "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr... | up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "pres... | through James Harthouse, through the outsides of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blin... | gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridi... | Hard Times |
"It is merely my respectful compliments," | Mrs. Sparsit | it isn't a long un."<|quote|>"It is merely my respectful compliments,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I | returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un."<|quote|>"It is merely my respectful compliments,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble | wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un."<|quote|>"It is merely my respectful compliments,"</|quo... | him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which remin... | a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favou... | only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Tho... | of letters and packets, through everything animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stoc... | the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a light conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | is merely my respectful compliments,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"and I fear I may | isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"and I fear I may not trouble her with my | here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"a... | evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Spars... | He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit,... | feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he woul... | animate and inanimate that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of cir... | and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit,"... | Hard Times |
"and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self." | Mrs. Sparsit | respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self."</|quote|>"Oh! If that's all," observed | un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self."</|quote|>"Oh! If that's all," observed Tom, "it wouldn't much matter, | and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"and I fear I may not trouble... | station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you ... | been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed ... | manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake ... | that at any time went near the stairs. "Your foot on the last step, my lady," said Mrs. Sparsit, apostrophizing the descending figure, with the aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, he... | walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily f... | Hard Times |
"Oh! If that's all," | Young Thomas | perhaps by my poor self."<|quote|>"Oh! If that's all,"</|quote|>observed Tom, "it wouldn't much | a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self."<|quote|>"Oh! If that's all,"</|quote|>observed Tom, "it wouldn't much matter, even if I was | you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self."<|quote|>"Oh! If that's all,"</|quote|>obser... | a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "i... | together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!"... | that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious an... | aid of her threatening mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of h... | the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characte... | Hard Times |
observed Tom, | No speaker | self." "Oh! If that's all,"<|quote|>observed Tom,</|quote|>"it wouldn't much matter, even | better perhaps by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all,"<|quote|>observed Tom,</|quote|>"it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget | I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all,"<|quote|>observed Tom,</|quote|>"it wouldn't ... | being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a l... | had ample means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I hav... | patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its... | mitten, "and all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times wh... | Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate eye, could only scratch his head in a feeble and ridiculous manner, and afterwards assert himself at a distance, by being heard to bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, ... | Hard Times |
"it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you." | Young Thomas | If that's all," observed Tom,<|quote|>"it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you."</|quote|>Having paid for his entertainment | by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all," observed Tom,<|quote|>"it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you."</|quote|>Having paid for his entertainment with this agreeable compliment, he | returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all," observed Tom,<|quote|>"it wouldn't much matter, even if... | somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "... | means of watching his looks, if she were so inclined. "Mr. Harthouse is a great favourite of mine," said Mrs. Sparsit, "as indeed he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an a... | gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr... | all your art shall never blind me." Art or nature though, the original stock of Louisa's character or the graft of circumstances upon it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could n... | not feeling sure that it will be quite so agreeable to Miss Gradgrind to receive me, as it ever is to your own munificent hospitality. But you shall say no more, sir. I will go, upon your invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitat... | Hard Times |
Having paid for his entertainment with this agreeable compliment, he relapsed into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said, | No speaker | you unless she sees you."<|quote|>Having paid for his entertainment with this agreeable compliment, he relapsed into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said,</|quote|>"Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must | not likely to think of you unless she sees you."<|quote|>Having paid for his entertainment with this agreeable compliment, he relapsed into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said,</|quote|>"Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!" and went off. | may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all," observed Tom, "it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you."<|quote|>Having paid for his entertainment with this agreea... | "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this wee... | he is of most people. May we expect to see him again shortly, Mr. Tom?" "Why, _I_ expect to see him to-morrow," returned the whelp. "Good news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I beli... | up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr. Thomas being usually ready for anything in that way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsi... | it, her curious reserve did baffle, while it stimulated, one as sagacious as Mrs. Sparsit. There were times when Mr. James Harthouse was not sure of her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ri... | conversational manner, after mentally devoting the whelp to the Furies for being so uncommunicative. "He is shooting in Yorkshire," said Tom. "Sent Loo a basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He ... | Hard Times |
"Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!" | Young Thomas | ale left, when he said,<|quote|>"Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!"</|quote|>and went off. Next day, | there was no more India ale left, when he said,<|quote|>"Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!"</|quote|>and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at | Tom, "it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you." Having paid for his entertainment with this agreeable compliment, he relapsed into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said,<|quote|>"Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!"</|... | try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all," observed Tom, "it wouldn't much matter, even if I... | news!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, blandly. "I have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder i... | way, returned a gracious answer, and followed on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where ma... | her. There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his pres... | bully the small fry of business all the morning. "Bitzer," said Mrs. Sparsit that afternoon, when her patron was gone on his journey, and the Bank was closing, "present my compliments to young Mr. Thomas, and ask him if he would step up and partake of a lamb chop and walnut ketchup, with a glass of India ale?" Young Mr... | Hard Times |
and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her... | No speaker | Sparsit, I must be off!"<|quote|>and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase.... | when he said, "Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!"<|quote|>and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her a... | I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you." Having paid for his entertainment with this agreeable compliment, he relapsed into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said, "Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!"<|quote|>and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sp... | isn't a long un." "It is merely my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all," observed Tom, "it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to ... | got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station here," said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray... | on its heels. "Mr. Thomas," said Mrs. Sparsit, "these plain viands being on table, I thought you might be tempted." "Thank'ee, Mrs. Sparsit," said the whelp. And gloomily fell to. "How is Mr. Harthouse, Mr. Tom?" asked Mrs. Sparsit. "Oh, he's all right," said Tom. "Where may he be at present?" Mrs. Sparsit asked in a l... | not read the face he had studied so long; and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him, than any woman of the world with a ring of satellites to help her. So the time went on; until it happened that Mr. Bounderby was called away from home by business which required his presence elsewhere, for three or four da... | said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds together. Mrs. Sparsit consequently had ample means of watching his looks, ... | Hard Times |
"This is a device to keep him out of the way," | Mrs. Sparsit | hour and forty minutes hence.<|quote|>"This is a device to keep him out of the way,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from | train should come in, an hour and forty minutes hence.<|quote|>"This is a device to keep him out of the way,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence | it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in one who had still to wait until the next train should come in, an hour and forty minutes hence.<|quote|>"This is a device to keep him out of the way,... | until the expected train came in. It brought no Mr. Harthouse. Tom waited until the crowd had dispersed, and the bustle was over; and then referred to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off a... | looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quietly out: having her reasons for hovering in a ... | said Tom, "and I am going to dine with him afterwards, I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a mess... | invitation." "Why, when I invite you to my house, ma'am," said Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoi... | my respectful compliments," said Mrs. Sparsit, "and I fear I may not trouble her with my society this week; being still a little nervous, and better perhaps by my poor self." "Oh! If that's all," observed Tom, "it wouldn't much matter, even if I was to forget it, for Loo's not likely to think of you unless she sees you... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last. | No speaker | him out of the way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last.</|quote|>"Harthouse is with his sister | is a device to keep him out of the way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last.</|quote|>"Harthouse is with his sister now!" It was the conception | it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in one who had still to wait until the next train should come in, an hour and forty minutes hence. "This is a device to keep him out of the way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office w... | Tom waited until the crowd had dispersed, and the bustle was over; and then referred to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and... | keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quietly out: having her reasons for hovering in a furtive way about the station by which a passenger would arrive fr... | I believe. He is not coming down to the country house for a week or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you wit... | Bounderby, opening his eyes, "I should hope you want no other invitation." "No, indeed, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you wh... | or so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it is... | Hard Times |
"Harthouse is with his sister now!" | Mrs. Sparsit | she had watched him last.<|quote|>"Harthouse is with his sister now!"</|quote|>It was the conception of | the dull office window whence she had watched him last.<|quote|>"Harthouse is with his sister now!"</|quote|>It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she | weariness to be expected in one who had still to wait until the next train should come in, an hour and forty minutes hence. "This is a device to keep him out of the way," said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last.<|quote|>"Harthouse is with his sister now!"</|quote|>It was ... | to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in one who had still ... | mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quietly out: having her reasons for hovering in a furtive way about the station by which a passenger would arrive from Yorkshire, and for preferring to peep into it round pillars and corners, and ou... | so, being due somewhere else. At least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't... | returned Mrs. Sparsit, "I should hope not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjur... | Sparsit, I must be off!" and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The eve... | Hard Times |
It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite end of the town, the time was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in darting out of it, producing her money... | No speaker | is with his sister now!"<|quote|>It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite end of the town, the time was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in darti... | had watched him last. "Harthouse is with his sister now!"<|quote|>It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite end of the town, the time was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a di... | who had still to wait until the next train should come in, an hour and forty minutes hence. "This is a device to keep him out of the way," said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last. "Harthouse is with his sister now!"<|quote|>It was the conception of an inspired moment, and... | and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in one who had still to wait until the next train... | attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quietly out: having her reasons for hovering in a furtive way about the station by which a passenger would arrive from Yorkshire, and for preferring to peep into it round pillars and corners, and out of ladies' waiting-room windows,... | least, he says so; but I shouldn't wonder if he was to stop here over Sunday, and stray that way." "Which reminds me!" said Mrs. Sparsit. "Would you remember a message to your sister, Mr. Tom, if I was to charge you with one?" "Well? I'll try," returned the reluctant whelp, "if it isn't a long un." "It is merely my res... | not. Say no more, sir. I would, sir, I could see you gay again." "What do you mean, ma'am?" blustered Bounderby. "Sir," rejoined Mrs. Sparsit, "there was wont to be an elasticity in you which I sadly miss. Be buoyant, sir!" Mr. Bounderby, under the influence of this difficult adjuration, backed up by her compassionate ... | basket half as big as a church, yesterday." "The kind of gentleman, now," said Mrs. Sparsit, sweetly, "whom one might wager to be a good shot!" "Crack," said Tom. He had long been a down-looking young fellow, but this characteristic had so increased of late, that he never raised his eyes to any face for three seconds t... | Hard Times |
"My dearest love," | Mr. James Harthouse | fence, within a few paces.<|quote|>"My dearest love,"</|quote|>said he, "what could I | the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces.<|quote|>"My dearest love,"</|quote|>said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, | no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces.<|quote|>"My dearest love,"</|quote|>said he, "what co... | brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them ... | worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller b... | music-paper out of the evening sky, were plain to the dark eyes of her body; Mrs. Sparsit saw her staircase, with the figure coming down. Very near the bottom now. Upon the brink of the abyss. An overcast September evening, just at nightfall, saw beneath its drooping eyelids Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass... | compliment, he relapsed into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said, "Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!" and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic ... | "Harthouse is with his sister now!" It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite end of the town, the time was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in da... | Hard Times |
said he, | No speaker | few paces. "My dearest love,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"what could I do? Knowing | of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it | she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"what could I do? Know... | they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there s... | slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tum... | the evening sky, were plain to the dark eyes of her body; Mrs. Sparsit saw her staircase, with the figure coming down. Very near the bottom now. Upon the brink of the abyss. An overcast September evening, just at nightfall, saw beneath its drooping eyelids Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass down the wooden st... | into a hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said, "Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!" and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving... | at nightfall, saw beneath its drooping eyelids Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass down the wooden steps of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a summer-growth of leaves and branches. One or two late birds sleepily chirping in their nests, and a bat heavily cr... | Hard Times |
"what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" | Mr. James Harthouse | "My dearest love," said he,<|quote|>"what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?"</|quote|>"You may hang your head, | fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he,<|quote|>"what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?"</|quote|>"You may hang your head, to make yourself the more | have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he,<|quote|>"what could I do? Knowing you were alone,... | yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, a... | all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of... | sky, were plain to the dark eyes of her body; Mrs. Sparsit saw her staircase, with the figure coming down. Very near the bottom now. Upon the brink of the abyss. An overcast September evening, just at nightfall, saw beneath its drooping eyelids Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass down the wooden steps of the l... | hangdog silence until there was no more India ale left, when he said, "Well, Mrs. Sparsit, I must be off!" and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many t... | office window whence she had watched him last. "Harthouse is with his sister now!" It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite end of the town, the time was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in... | Hard Times |
"You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up," | Mrs. Sparsit | that I could stay away?"<|quote|>"You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up,"</|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you | were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?"<|quote|>"You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up,"</|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you little think, my dearest love, | He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?"<|quote|>"You may hang your head, to make yourself the... | them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through ... | advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, ... | the figure coming down. Very near the bottom now. Upon the brink of the abyss. An overcast September evening, just at nightfall, saw beneath its drooping eyelids Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass down the wooden steps of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a... | I must be off!" and went off. Next day, Saturday, Mrs. Sparsit sat at her window all day long looking at the customers coming in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come... | was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in darting out of it, producing her money, seizing her ticket, and diving into the train, that she was borne along the arches spanning the land of coal-pits past and present, as if she had been caught up in a cloud and whirled away. All the journey, immovable in ... | Hard Times |
thought Mrs. Sparsit; | No speaker | when you hold it up,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit;</|quote|>"but you little think, my | what they see in you when you hold it up,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit;</|quote|>"but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are | fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit;</|quote|>"but you little think,... | at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "wh... | no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they ... | its drooping eyelids Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass down the wooden steps of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a summer-growth of leaves and branches. One or two late birds sleepily chirping in their nests, and a bat heavily crossing and recrossing her,... | in and out, watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quietly out: having her reasons for hovering in a furtive way about the station by... | and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less... | Hard Times |
"but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" | Mrs. Sparsit | it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit;<|quote|>"but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!"</|quote|>That she hung her head, | in you when you hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit;<|quote|>"but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!"</|quote|>That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him | few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit;<|quote|>"but you little think, my dearest love, whose e... | and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do... | the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder,... | Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass down the wooden steps of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a summer-growth of leaves and branches. One or two late birds sleepily chirping in their nests, and a bat heavily crossing and recrossing her, and the reek of her ... | watching the postmen, keeping an eye on the general traffic of the street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quietly out: having her reasons for hovering in a furtive way about the station by which a pas... | end of the town, the time was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in darting out of it, producing her money, seizing her ticket, and diving into the train, that she was borne along the arches spanning the land of coal-pits past and present, as if she had been caugh... | Hard Times |
That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the ha... | No speaker | whose eyes are on you!"<|quote|>That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands re... | little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!"<|quote|>That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any p... | you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!"<|quote|>That she hung her head, was certain. She urged h... | was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay ... | might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. ... | of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a summer-growth of leaves and branches. One or two late birds sleepily chirping in their nests, and a bat heavily crossing and recrossing her, and the reek of her own tread in the thick dust that felt like velvet, were all Mrs. Sp... | street, revolving many things in her mind, but, above all, keeping her attention on her staircase. The evening come, she put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quietly out: having her reasons for hovering in a furtive way about the station by which a passenger would arrive from Yorkshire, and for preferring to peep into... | on a disengaged coach, so quick in darting out of it, producing her money, seizing her ticket, and diving into the train, that she was borne along the arches spanning the land of coal-pits past and present, as if she had been caught up in a cloud and whirled away. All the journey, immovable in the air though never left... | Hard Times |
"My dear child," | Mr. James Harthouse | of speaking was not hurried.<|quote|>"My dear child,"</|quote|>said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw | statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried.<|quote|>"My dear child,"</|quote|>said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm | nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried.<|quote|>"My dear child,"</|quote|>said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw ... | see in you when you hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever t... | against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a ... | keeping within the shrubbery, and went round it, peeping between the leaves at the lower windows. Most of them were open, as they usually were in such warm weather, but there were no lights yet, and all was silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of lo... | and loitered about until the expected train came in. It brought no Mr. Harthouse. Tom waited until the crowd had dispersed, and the bustle was over; and then referred to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and li... | worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller b... | Hard Times |
said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; | No speaker | not hurried. "My dear child,"<|quote|>said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her;</|quote|>"will you not bear with | her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child,"<|quote|>said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her;</|quote|>"will you not bear with my society for a little | Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child,"<|quote|>said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his ar... | when you hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable ... | so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My deares... | shrubbery, and went round it, peeping between the leaves at the lower windows. Most of them were open, as they usually were in such warm weather, but there were no lights yet, and all was silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers... | until the expected train came in. It brought no Mr. Harthouse. Tom waited until the crowd had dispersed, and the bustle was over; and then referred to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off a... | no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her objec... | Hard Times |
"will you not bear with my society for a little while?" | Mr. James Harthouse | that his arm embraced her;<|quote|>"will you not bear with my society for a little while?"</|quote|>"Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not | Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her;<|quote|>"will you not bear with my society for a little while?"</|quote|>"Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here." "But we have so | amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her;<|quote|>"will you not bear with my society for a... | my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her... | one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were... | windows. Most of them were open, as they usually were in such warm weather, but there were no lights yet, and all was silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. Wi... | waited until the crowd had dispersed, and the bustle was over; and then referred to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exh... | crossing and recrossing her, and the reek of her own tread in the thick dust that felt like velvet, were all Mrs. Sparsit heard or saw until she very softly closed a gate. She went up to the house, keeping within the shrubbery, and went round it, peeping between the leaves at the lower windows. Most of them were open, ... | Hard Times |
"Not here." | Louisa Bounderby | society for a little while?"<|quote|>"Not here."</|quote|>"Where, Louisa?" "Not here." "But | you not bear with my society for a little while?"<|quote|>"Not here."</|quote|>"Where, Louisa?" "Not here." "But we have so little time | in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?"<|quote|>"Not here."</|quote|>"Where, Louisa?" "Not ... | her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statu... | and had not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang... | such warm weather, but there were no lights yet, and all was silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of h... | and then referred to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in ... | silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick und... | Hard Times |
"Where, Louisa?" | Mr. James Harthouse | a little while?" "Not here."<|quote|>"Where, Louisa?"</|quote|>"Not here." "But we have | bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here."<|quote|>"Where, Louisa?"</|quote|>"Not here." "But we have so little time to make | life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here."<|quote|>"Where, Louisa?"</|quote|>"Not here." ... | was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and eve... | not shown himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your he... | weather, but there were no lights yet, and all was silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. S... | referred to a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in one who h... | the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His v... | Hard Times |
"Not here." | Louisa Bounderby | while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?"<|quote|>"Not here."</|quote|>"But we have so little | my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?"<|quote|>"Not here."</|quote|>"But we have so little time to make so much | hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?"<|quote|>"Not here."</|quote|>"But we ha... | She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner ... | himself at the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your head, to mak... | there were no lights yet, and all was silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly... | a posted list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in one who had still to ... | her carriage, pass down the wooden steps of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a summer-growth of leaves and branches. One or two late birds sleepily chirping in their nests, and a bat heavily crossing and recrossing her, and the reek of her own tread in the thick dus... | Hard Times |
"But we have so little time to make so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." | Mr. James Harthouse | here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here."<|quote|>"But we have so little time to make so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in yo... | for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here."<|quote|>"But we have so little time to make so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life... | in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here."<|quote|>"But we have so little time to m... | him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speakin... | the house. He had come on horseback, and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your head, to make yourself ... | no lights yet, and all was silent. She tried the garden with no better effect. She thought of the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed he... | list of trains, and took counsel with porters. That done, he strolled away idly, stopping in the street and looking up it and down it, and lifting his hat off and putting it on again, and yawning and stretching himself, and exhibiting all the symptoms of mortal weariness to be expected in one who had still to wait unti... | of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a summer-growth of leaves and branches. One or two late birds sleepily chirping in their nests, and a bat heavily crossing and recrossing her, and the reek of her own tread in the thick dust that felt like velvet, were all Mrs. Sp... | Hard Times |
"Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?" | Louisa Bounderby | your frozen manner, is heart-rending."<|quote|>"Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?"</|quote|>"But we must meet, my | and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending."<|quote|>"Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?"</|quote|>"But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we | of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending."<|quote|>"Am I to say again, that I must be left to ... | even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here." "But we have so little time to make so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogethe... | the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it ... | way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at... | next train should come in, an hour and forty minutes hence. "This is a device to keep him out of the way," said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last. "Harthouse is with his sister now!" It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness ... | they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there s... | Hard Times |
"But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?" | Mr. James Harthouse | be left to myself here?"<|quote|>"But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?"</|quote|>They both started. The listener | say again, that I must be left to myself here?"<|quote|>"But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?"</|quote|>They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she | distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." "Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?"<|quote|>"But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall w... | Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here." "But we have so little time to make so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and i... | hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ... | would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother a... | a device to keep him out of the way," said Mrs. Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last. "Harthouse is with his sister now!" It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite... | were all Mrs. Sparsit heard or saw until she very softly closed a gate. She went up to the house, keeping within the shrubbery, and went round it, peeping between the leaves at the lower windows. Most of them were open, as they usually were in such warm weather, but there were no lights yet, and all was silent. She tri... | Hard Times |
They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops. | No speaker | Louisa. Where shall we meet?"<|quote|>They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops.</|quote|>"Shall I ride up to | we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?"<|quote|>They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops.</|quote|>"Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes | ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." "Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?" "But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?"<|quote|>They both started. The listener started, guiltily,... | you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here." "But we have so little time to make so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that ha... | dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her ha... | wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree.... | Sparsit, starting from the dull office window whence she had watched him last. "Harthouse is with his sister now!" It was the conception of an inspired moment, and she shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite end of the town, the time was short, the road n... | snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds mi... | Hard Times |
"Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" | Mr. James Harthouse | fall fast, in heavy drops.<|quote|>"Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?"</|quote|>"No!" "Your cruel commands are | was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops.<|quote|>"Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?"</|quote|>"No!" "Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though | say again, that I must be left to myself here?" "But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?" They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops.<|quote|>"Shall I ride up to the house a f... | have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." "Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?" "But... | turned her face to him, nor raised it. Yet it was remarkable that she sat as still as ever the amiable woman in ambuscade had seen her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Spars... | listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against... | shot off with her utmost swiftness to work it out. The station for the country house was at the opposite end of the town, the time was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in darting out of it, producing her money, seizing her ticket, and diving into the train, that... | softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have done no less, if the wood had been a wood of adders. Hark! The smaller birds might have tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. ... | Hard Times |
"No!" | Louisa Bounderby | be charmed to receive me?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>"Your cruel commands are implicitly | is at home and will be charmed to receive me?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>"Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I | started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>"Your cruel commands... | look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." "Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?" "But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?" They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was anoth... | her sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?"... | felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not show... | was short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in darting out of it, producing her money, seizing her ticket, and diving into the train, that she was borne along the arches spanning the land of coal-pits past and present, as if she had been caught up in a cloud and whirle... | and must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know w... | Hard Times |
"Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the most unfortunate fellow in the world, I believe, to have been insensible to all other women, and to have fallen prostrate at last under the foot of the most beautiful, and the most engaging, and the most imperious. My dearest Louisa, I cannot go myself, ... | Mr. James Harthouse | charmed to receive me?" "No!"<|quote|>"Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the most unfortunate fellow in the world, I believe, to have been insensible to all other women, and to have fallen prostrate at last under the foot of the most beautiful, and the most engaging, and the most imperious. M... | at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!"<|quote|>"Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the most unfortunate fellow in the world, I believe, to have been insensible to all other women, and to have fallen prostrate at last under the foot of the most beautiful, and the most engaging, and t... | guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!"<|quote|>"Your cruel commands are implicitly to... | for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." "Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?" "But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?" They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another li... | sit, at any period in her life. Her hands rested in one another, like the hands of a statue; and even her manner of speaking was not hurried. "My dear child," said Harthouse; Mrs. Sparsit saw with delight that his arm embraced her; "will you not bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "No... | tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Crusoe in his ambuscade against the savages; so near to them that at a spring, and that no great one, she could have touched them both. He was there secretly, and had not shown himse... | short, the road not easy; but she was so quick in pouncing on a disengaged coach, so quick in darting out of it, producing her money, seizing her ticket, and diving into the train, that she was borne along the arches spanning the land of coal-pits past and present, as if she had been caught up in a cloud and whirled aw... | the wood, and stole towards it, heedless of long grass and briers: of worms, snails, and slugs, and all the creeping things that be. With her dark eyes and her hook nose warily in advance of her, Mrs. Sparsit softly crushed her way through the thick undergrowth, so intent upon her object that she probably would have do... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit saw him detain her with his encircling arm, and heard him then and there, within her (Mrs. Sparsit's) greedy hearing, tell her how he loved her, and how she was the stake for which he ardently desired to play away all that he had in life. The objects he had lately pursued, turned worthless beside her; such... | No speaker | hard abuse of your power."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw him detain her with his encircling arm, and heard him then and there, within her (Mrs. Sparsit's) greedy hearing, tell her how he loved her, and how she was the stake for which he ardently desired to play away all that he had in life. The objects he had lately pursued... | let you go, in this hard abuse of your power."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw him detain her with his encircling arm, and heard him then and there, within her (Mrs. Sparsit's) greedy hearing, tell her how he loved her, and how she was the stake for which he ardently desired to play away all that he had in life. The objects h... | I believe, to have been insensible to all other women, and to have fallen prostrate at last under the foot of the most beautiful, and the most engaging, and the most imperious. My dearest Louisa, I cannot go myself, or let you go, in this hard abuse of your power."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw him detain her with his encir... | fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!" "Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the most unfortunate fellow in the world, I believe, to have been insensible to all other ... | so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed me into life, and to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." "Am I to say again, that I must be left to ... | must have passed through the neighbouring fields; for his horse was tied to the meadow side of the fence, within a few paces. "My dearest love," said he, "what could I do? Knowing you were alone, was it possible that I could stay away?" "You may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what ... | air though never left behind; plain to the dark eyes of her mind, as the electric wires which ruled a colossal strip of music-paper out of the evening sky, were plain to the dark eyes of her body; Mrs. Sparsit saw her staircase, with the figure coming down. Very near the bottom now. Upon the brink of the abyss. An over... | may hang your head, to make yourself the more attractive; _I_ don't know what they see in you when you hold it up," thought Mrs. Sparsit; "but you little think, my dearest love, whose eyes are on you!" That she hung her head, was certain. She urged him to go away, she commanded him to go away; but she neither turned he... | Hard Times |
"Oh, my dearest love," | Mrs. Sparsit | one she must be right.<|quote|>"Oh, my dearest love,"</|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit, "you little | and while she tracked that one she must be right.<|quote|>"Oh, my dearest love,"</|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit, "you little think how well attended you | the fence and led his horse away, she was not sure where they were to meet, or when, except that they had said it was to be that night. But one of them yet remained in the darkness before her; and while she tracked that one she must be right.<|quote|>"Oh, my dearest love,"</|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit, "you little thi... | of her own gratified malice, in the dread of being discovered, in the rapidly increasing noise of heavy rain among the leaves, and a thunderstorm rolling up Mrs. Sparsit received into her mind, set off with such an unavoidable halo of confusion and indistinctness, that when at length he climbed the fence and led his ho... | him near her, or its renunciation if it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was alike to him, so that she was true to him, the man who had seen how cast away she was, whom she had inspired at their first meeting with an admiration, an interest, ... | she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!" "Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the... | tumbled out of their nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit adv... | to be received in your frozen manner, is heart-rending." "Am I to say again, that I must be left to myself here?" "But we must meet, my dear Louisa. Where shall we meet?" They both started. The listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fa... | Hard Times |
thought Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | right. "Oh, my dearest love,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you little think how well | that one she must be right. "Oh, my dearest love,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you little think how well attended you are!" Mrs. Sparsit | his horse away, she was not sure where they were to meet, or when, except that they had said it was to be that night. But one of them yet remained in the darkness before her; and while she tracked that one she must be right. "Oh, my dearest love,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"you little think how well attend... | malice, in the dread of being discovered, in the rapidly increasing noise of heavy rain among the leaves, and a thunderstorm rolling up Mrs. Sparsit received into her mind, set off with such an unavoidable halo of confusion and indistinctness, that when at length he climbed the fence and led his horse away, she was not... | its renunciation if it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was alike to him, so that she was true to him, the man who had seen how cast away she was, whom she had inspired at their first meeting with an admiration, an interest, of which he had t... | another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!" "Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the most unfortunate fell... | nests, fascinated by the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them.... | bear with my society for a little while?" "Not here." "Where, Louisa?" "Not here." "But we have so little time to make so much of, and I have come so far, and am altogether so devoted, and distracted. There never was a slave at once so devoted and ill-used by his mistress. To look for your sunny welcome that has warmed... | Hard Times |
"you little think how well attended you are!" | Mrs. Sparsit | dearest love," thought Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you little think how well attended you are!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw her out | must be right. "Oh, my dearest love," thought Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you little think how well attended you are!"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw her out of the wood, and saw | she was not sure where they were to meet, or when, except that they had said it was to be that night. But one of them yet remained in the darkness before her; and while she tracked that one she must be right. "Oh, my dearest love," thought Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"you little think how well attended you are!"</|quote|>Mrs... | dread of being discovered, in the rapidly increasing noise of heavy rain among the leaves, and a thunderstorm rolling up Mrs. Sparsit received into her mind, set off with such an unavoidable halo of confusion and indistinctness, that when at length he climbed the fence and led his horse away, she was not sure where the... | it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was alike to him, so that she was true to him, the man who had seen how cast away she was, whom she had inspired at their first meeting with an admiration, an interest, of which he had thought himself incap... | the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!" "Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the most unfortunate fellow in the world, I beli... | the glittering of Mrs. Sparsit's eyes in the gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up,... | was almost in his grasp, he flung away from him like the dirt it was, compared with her. Its pursuit, nevertheless, if it kept him near her, or its renunciation if it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was alike to him, so that she was true to ... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit saw her out of the wood, and saw her enter the house. What to do next? It rained now, in a sheet of water. Mrs. Sparsit's white stockings were of many colours, green predominating; prickly things were in her shoes; caterpillars slung themselves, in hammocks of their own making, from various parts of her dr... | No speaker | how well attended you are!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw her out of the wood, and saw her enter the house. What to do next? It rained now, in a sheet of water. Mrs. Sparsit's white stockings were of many colours, green predominating; prickly things were in her shoes; caterpillars slung themselves, in hammocks of their own ... | Mrs. Sparsit, "you little think how well attended you are!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw her out of the wood, and saw her enter the house. What to do next? It rained now, in a sheet of water. Mrs. Sparsit's white stockings were of many colours, green predominating; prickly things were in her shoes; caterpillars slung thems... | meet, or when, except that they had said it was to be that night. But one of them yet remained in the darkness before her; and while she tracked that one she must be right. "Oh, my dearest love," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "you little think how well attended you are!"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit saw her out of the wood, and saw he... | noise of heavy rain among the leaves, and a thunderstorm rolling up Mrs. Sparsit received into her mind, set off with such an unavoidable halo of confusion and indistinctness, that when at length he climbed the fence and led his horse away, she was not sure where they were to meet, or when, except that they had said it... | she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was alike to him, so that she was true to him, the man who had seen how cast away she was, whom she had inspired at their first meeting with an admiration, an interest, of which he had thought himself incapable, whom she had received into he... | fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!" "Your cruel commands are implicitly to be obeyed; though I am the most unfortunate fellow in the world, I believe, to have been insensible to all other ... | gloom, as she stopped and listened. Low voices close at hand. His voice and hers. The appointment _was_ a device to keep the brother away! There they were yonder, by the felled tree. Bending low among the dewy grass, Mrs. Sparsit advanced closer to them. She drew herself up, and stood behind a tree, like Robinson Cruso... | listener started, guiltily, too; for she thought there was another listener among the trees. It was only rain, beginning to fall fast, in heavy drops. "Shall I ride up to the house a few minutes hence, innocently supposing that its master is at home and will be charmed to receive me?" "No!" "Your cruel commands are imp... | Hard Times |
"She will be at Coketown long before him," | Mrs. Sparsit | triumph, do less than exult?<|quote|>"She will be at Coketown long before him,"</|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his | getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult?<|quote|>"She will be at Coketown long before him,"</|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. | teeth chattered in her head from wet and cold, Mrs. Sparsit exulted hugely. The figure had plunged down the precipice, and she felt herself, as it were, attending on the body. Could she, who had been so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult?<|quote|>"She will be at Coketown long before him... | trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head fro... | her bonnet. So disguised she had no fear of being recognized when she followed up the railroad steps, and paid her money in the small office. Louisa sat waiting in a corner. Mrs. Sparsit sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered... | Mrs. Sparsit stood hidden in the density of the shrubbery, considering what next? Lo, Louisa coming out of the house! Hastily cloaked and muffled, and stealing away. She elopes! She falls from the lowermost stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she str... | foot of the most beautiful, and the most engaging, and the most imperious. My dearest Louisa, I cannot go myself, or let you go, in this hard abuse of your power." Mrs. Sparsit saw him detain her with his encircling arm, and heard him then and there, within her (Mrs. Sparsit's) greedy hearing, tell her how he loved her... | saw her enter the house. What to do next? It rained now, in a sheet of water. Mrs. Sparsit's white stockings were of many colours, green predominating; prickly things were in her shoes; caterpillars slung themselves, in hammocks of their own making, from various parts of her dress; rills ran from her bonnet, and her Ro... | Hard Times |
thought Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | at Coketown long before him,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"though his horse is never | than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"though his horse is never so good. Where will she | cold, Mrs. Sparsit exulted hugely. The figure had plunged down the precipice, and she felt herself, as it were, attending on the body. Could she, who had been so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him,"<|quote|>thought Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"though... | heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head from wet and cold, Mrs. Sparsit exulted hugely. The figu... | of being recognized when she followed up the railroad steps, and paid her money in the small office. Louisa sat waiting in a corner. Mrs. Sparsit sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or th... | the shrubbery, considering what next? Lo, Louisa coming out of the house! Hastily cloaked and muffled, and stealing away. She elopes! She falls from the lowermost stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride.... | engaging, and the most imperious. My dearest Louisa, I cannot go myself, or let you go, in this hard abuse of your power." Mrs. Sparsit saw him detain her with his encircling arm, and heard him then and there, within her (Mrs. Sparsit's) greedy hearing, tell her how he loved her, and how she was the stake for which he ... | the lee of the station wall, tumbled her shawl into a new shape, and put it on over her bonnet. So disguised she had no fear of being recognized when she followed up the railroad steps, and paid her money in the small office. Louisa sat waiting in a corner. Mrs. Sparsit sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to t... | Hard Times |
"though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." | Mrs. Sparsit | before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see."</|quote|>The tremendous rain occasioned infinite | will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see."</|quote|>The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped | exulted hugely. The figure had plunged down the precipice, and she felt herself, as it were, attending on the body. Could she, who had been so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"though his horse is never so good.... | train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head from wet and cold, Mrs. Sparsit exulted hugely. The figure had plunged down t... | when she followed up the railroad steps, and paid her money in the small office. Louisa sat waiting in a corner. Mrs. Sparsit sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were raine... | what next? Lo, Louisa coming out of the house! Hastily cloaked and muffled, and stealing away. She elopes! She falls from the lowermost stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in t... | most imperious. My dearest Louisa, I cannot go myself, or let you go, in this hard abuse of your power." Mrs. Sparsit saw him detain her with his encircling arm, and heard him then and there, within her (Mrs. Sparsit's) greedy hearing, tell her how he loved her, and how she was the stake for which he ardently desired t... | in the rapidly increasing noise of heavy rain among the leaves, and a thunderstorm rolling up Mrs. Sparsit received into her mind, set off with such an unavoidable halo of confusion and indistinctness, that when at length he climbed the fence and led his horse away, she was not sure where they were to meet, or when, ex... | Hard Times |
The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. | No speaker | together? Patience. We shall see."<|quote|>The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coache... | And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see."<|quote|>The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes tow... | had been so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see."<|quote|>The tremendous rain occasioned infinite con... | Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head from wet and cold, Mrs. Sparsit exulted hugely. The figure had plunged down the precipice, and she felt herself, as it were, attending on the body. Could she, who had been so active in the gettin... | sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of t... | stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkn... | him detain her with his encircling arm, and heard him then and there, within her (Mrs. Sparsit's) greedy hearing, tell her how he loved her, and how she was the stake for which he ardently desired to play away all that he had in life. The objects he had lately pursued, turned worthless beside her; such success as was a... | In such condition, Mrs. Sparsit stood hidden in the density of the shrubbery, considering what next? Lo, Louisa coming out of the house! Hastily cloaked and muffled, and stealing away. She elopes! She falls from the lowermost stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick deter... | Hard Times |
"She will get into one," | Mrs. Sparsit | which were in great request.<|quote|>"She will get into one,"</|quote|>she considered, "and will be | eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request.<|quote|>"She will get into one,"</|quote|>she considered, "and will be away before I can follow | We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great reque... | Could she, who had been so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infin... | advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into anothe... | to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the stony road, and ascended the wooden steps to th... | he had lately pursued, turned worthless beside her; such success as was almost in his grasp, he flung away from him like the dirt it was, compared with her. Its pursuit, nevertheless, if it kept him near her, or its renunciation if it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any... | Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place of destination. In Mrs. Sparsit's limp and streaming state, no extensive precautions were necessary to change her usual appearance; but, she stopped under the lee of the station wall, tumbled her shawl into a new shape, and put it on over her bonnet. So dis... | Hard Times |
she considered, | No speaker | "She will get into one,"<|quote|>she considered,</|quote|>"and will be away before | which were in great request. "She will get into one,"<|quote|>she considered,</|quote|>"and will be away before I can follow in another. | rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one,"<|... | so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the ... | zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a deser... | view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the stony road, and ascended the wooden steps to the railroad. A train ... | worthless beside her; such success as was almost in his grasp, he flung away from him like the dirt it was, compared with her. Its pursuit, nevertheless, if it kept him near her, or its renunciation if it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was ... | and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam,... | Hard Times |
"and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." | Mrs. Sparsit | get into one," she considered,<|quote|>"and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman."</|quote|>But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong | in great request. "She will get into one," she considered,<|quote|>"and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman."</|quote|>But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got | infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered,<|... | in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stop... | the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in th... | quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the stony road, and ascended the wooden steps to the railroad. A train for Coketow... | her; such success as was almost in his grasp, he flung away from him like the dirt it was, compared with her. Its pursuit, nevertheless, if it kept him near her, or its renunciation if it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was alike to him, so ... | parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red ... | Hard Times |
But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, a... | No speaker | order given to the coachman."<|quote|>But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and ... | the number, and hear the order given to the coachman."<|quote|>But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mr... | turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman."<|quote|>But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her cal... | Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned he... | red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head from wet and cold, Mrs. Sparsit exulted hugely. The figure had plunged down the precipice, and she felt herself, as... | Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the stony road, and ascended the wooden steps to the railroad. A train for Coketown would come through presently, Mrs. Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place of destination. In Mrs. Sparsit's limp and streaming state, no extensive preca... | her, or its renunciation if it took him from her, or flight if she shared it, or secrecy if she commanded it, or any fate, or every fate, all was alike to him, so that she was true to him, the man who had seen how cast away she was, whom she had inspired at their first meeting with an admiration, an interest, of which ... | and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. Wh... | Hard Times |
"I have lost her!" | Mrs. Sparsit | tears of bitterness and say,<|quote|>"I have lost her!"</|quote|>CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national | resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say,<|quote|>"I have lost her!"</|quote|>CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another | impressions of every button, string, and hook-and-eye she wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say,<|quote|>"I have lost her!"</... | and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squashing in her shoes whenever she moved; with a rash of rain upon her classical visage; with a bonnet like an over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string, a... | Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in he... | or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a be... | the fence and led his horse away, she was not sure where they were to meet, or when, except that they had said it was to be that night. But one of them yet remained in the darkness before her; and while she tracked that one she must be right. "Oh, my dearest love," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "you little think how well atten... | of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destina... | Hard Times |
CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, tha... | No speaker | say, "I have lost her!"<|quote|>CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no ... | into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!"<|quote|>CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical... | string, and hook-and-eye she wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!"<|quote|>CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national ... | nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squashing in her shoes whenever she moved; with a rash of rain upon her classical visage; with a bonnet like an over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string, and hook-and-eye she w... | distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa go... | rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Lo... | his horse away, she was not sure where they were to meet, or when, except that they had said it was to be that night. But one of them yet remained in the darkness before her; and while she tracked that one she must be right. "Oh, my dearest love," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "you little think how well attended you are!" Mrs.... | Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the stony road, and ascended the wooden steps to the railroad. A train for Coketown would come through presently, Mrs. Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place o... | Hard Times |
"Louisa!" | Thomas Gradgrind | with amazement, his eldest daughter.<|quote|>"Louisa!"</|quote|>"Father, I want to speak | upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter.<|quote|>"Louisa!"</|quote|>"Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the | his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter.<|quote|>"Louisa!"</|quote|>"Father, I want to... | Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the t... | wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one anoth... | And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the... | and stealing away. She elopes! She falls from the lowermost stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep... | with a bonnet like an over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string, and hook-and-eye she wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resourc... | Hard Times |
"Father, I want to speak to you." | Louisa Bounderby | amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!"<|quote|>"Father, I want to speak to you."</|quote|>"What is the matter? How | his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!"<|quote|>"Father, I want to speak to you."</|quote|>"What is the matter? How strange you look! And good | mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!"<|quote|>"Father, I want to speak to you... | Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall c... | printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another wit... | where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the wai... | stealing away. She elopes! She falls from the lowermost stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a f... | a corner. Mrs. Sparsit sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron t... | Hard Times |
"What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," | Thomas Gradgrind | want to speak to you."<|quote|>"What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more | eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you."<|quote|>"What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come | might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you."<|quote|>"What is the matter? How strange ... | of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The... | with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among the... | shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request.... | the lowermost stair, and is swallowed up in the gulf. Indifferent to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the um... | no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelc... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, | No speaker | you look! And good Heaven,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more,</|quote|>"have you come here exposed | is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more,</|quote|>"have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put | and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and mo... | his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was po... | on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home... | stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follo... | to the rain, and moving with a quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without... | considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had ... | Hard Times |
"have you come here exposed to this storm?" | Thomas Gradgrind | Gradgrind, wondering more and more,<|quote|>"have you come here exposed to this storm?"</|quote|>She put her hands to | And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more,<|quote|>"have you come here exposed to this storm?"</|quote|>She put her hands to her dress, as if she | a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more,<|quote|>"have you come here exposed to ... | his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of hi... | mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat ... | had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, ... | quick determined step, she struck into a side-path parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. W... | a bonnet like an over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string, and hook-and-eye she wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but... | Hard Times |
She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. | No speaker | here exposed to this storm?"<|quote|>She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew.</|quote|>"Yes." Then she uncovered her | and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?"<|quote|>She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew.</|quote|>"Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak | opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?"<|quote|>She put her hands to he... | remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp u... | to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistica... | under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to ... | parallel with the ride. Mrs. Sparsit followed in the shadow of the trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by ... | like an over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string, and hook-and-eye she wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst... | Hard Times |
"Yes." | Louisa Bounderby | as if she hardly knew.<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>Then she uncovered her head, | her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew.<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and | amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew.<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>Then she uncove... | Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I w... | CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, tha... | distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa go... | trees, at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed... | And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the... | Hard Times |
Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. | No speaker | if she hardly knew. "Yes."<|quote|>Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her.</|quote|>"What is it? I conjure | hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes."<|quote|>Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her.</|quote|>"What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what | his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes."<|quote|>Then she uncovered her head, and le... | having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to spe... | XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, that the Go... | eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no c... | at but a short distance; for it was not easy to keep a figure in view going quickly through the umbrageous darkness. When she stopped to close the side-gate without noise, Mrs. Sparsit stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the st... | active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the tra... | Hard Times |
"What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." | Thomas Gradgrind | he was afraid of her.<|quote|>"What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter."</|quote|>She dropped into a chair | so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her.<|quote|>"What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter."</|quote|>She dropped into a chair before him, and put her | exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her.<|quote|>"What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, ... | door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her ha... | sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating w... | over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several mi... | stopped. When she went on, Mrs. Sparsit went on. She went by the way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the stony road, and ascended the wooden steps to the railroad. A train for Coketown would come through presently, Mrs. Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place of destin... | over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string, and hook-and-eye she wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into te... | Hard Times |
She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. | No speaker | me what is the matter."<|quote|>She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm.</|quote|>"Father, you have trained me | I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter."<|quote|>She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm.</|quote|>"Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." | she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter."<|quote|>She dropped into a chair before h... | and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered... | doubt probably, in the main, that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, ha... | coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and repassed it, saw nothing, l... | way Mrs. Sparsit had come, emerged from the green lane, crossed the stony road, and ascended the wooden steps to the railroad. A train for Coketown would come through presently, Mrs. Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place of destination. In Mrs. Sparsit's limp and streaming state, no extensive p... | in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head from wet and cold, Mrs. Sparsit exulted hugely. The figure had plunged down the precipice, and she felt herself, as it were, attending on the body. Could she, who had been so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at ... | Hard Times |
"Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" | Louisa Bounderby | cold hand on his arm.<|quote|>"Father, you have trained me from my cradle?"</|quote|>"Yes, Louisa." "I curse the | before him, and put her cold hand on his arm.<|quote|>"Father, you have trained me from my cradle?"</|quote|>"Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was | fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm.<|quote|>"Father, you have trained me from my cradle?"<... | "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so ... | of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The... | was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squas... | ascended the wooden steps to the railroad. A train for Coketown would come through presently, Mrs. Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place of destination. In Mrs. Sparsit's limp and streaming state, no extensive precautions were necessary to change her usual appearance; but, she stopped under the... | that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some... | Hard Times |
"Yes, Louisa." | Thomas Gradgrind | trained me from my cradle?"<|quote|>"Yes, Louisa."</|quote|>"I curse the hour in | his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?"<|quote|>"Yes, Louisa."</|quote|>"I curse the hour in which I was born to | so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?"<|quote|>"Yes, Louisa."</|quote|>"I curse the hour in ... | And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and ... | but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, an... | the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squashing in her shoes whenever she moved; with ... | train for Coketown would come through presently, Mrs. Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place of destination. In Mrs. Sparsit's limp and streaming state, no extensive precautions were necessary to change her usual appearance; but, she stopped under the lee of the station wall, tumbled her shawl i... | long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped at its destination. Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets... | Hard Times |
"I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." | Louisa Bounderby | from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa."<|quote|>"I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny."</|quote|>He looked at her in | "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa."<|quote|>"I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny."</|quote|>He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating: | so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa."<|quote|>"I curse the hour in which I was born to such... | Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairin... | attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the r... | in which she had travelled, settled upon it a moment too late. The door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squashing in her shoes whenever she moved; with a rash of rain upon he... | Coketown would come through presently, Mrs. Sparsit knew; so she understood Coketown to be her first place of destination. In Mrs. Sparsit's limp and streaming state, no extensive precautions were necessary to change her usual appearance; but, she stopped under the lee of the station wall, tumbled her shawl into a new ... | Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in he... | Hard Times |
He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating: | No speaker | born to such a destiny."<|quote|>He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating:</|quote|>"Curse the hour? Curse the | hour in which I was born to such a destiny."<|quote|>He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating:</|quote|>"Curse the hour? Curse the hour?" "How could you give | is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny."<|quote|>He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating:</|quot... | to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is ... | he were rather remonstrating with the elements. When it thundered very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked r... | door not being opened after several minutes, Mrs. Sparsit passed it and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squashing in her shoes whenever she moved; with a rash of rain upon her classical visage; with a bonnet like an over-ripe fig; with all h... | be her first place of destination. In Mrs. Sparsit's limp and streaming state, no extensive precautions were necessary to change her usual appearance; but, she stopped under the lee of the station wall, tumbled her shawl into a new shape, and put it on over her bonnet. So disguised she had no fear of being recognized w... | verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dis... | Hard Times |
"Curse the hour? Curse the hour?" | Thomas Gradgrind | doubt and dread, vacantly repeating:<|quote|>"Curse the hour? Curse the hour?"</|quote|>"How could you give me | He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating:<|quote|>"Curse the hour? Curse the hour?"</|quote|>"How could you give me life, and take from me | the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating:<|quote|>"Curse the hour? Curse the hour?"</|quote|>"How coul... | as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him... | very loudly, he glanced towards Coketown, having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest ... | it and repassed it, saw nothing, looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squashing in her shoes whenever she moved; with a rash of rain upon her classical visage; with a bonnet like an over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string... | and streaming state, no extensive precautions were necessary to change her usual appearance; but, she stopped under the lee of the station wall, tumbled her shawl into a new shape, and put it on over her bonnet. So disguised she had no fear of being recognized when she followed up the railroad steps, and paid her money... | hook-and-eye she wore, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after enter... | Hard Times |
"How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness her... | Louisa Bounderby | the hour? Curse the hour?"<|quote|>"How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed... | and dread, vacantly repeating: "Curse the hour? Curse the hour?"<|quote|>"How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, wi... | chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating: "Curse the hour? Curse the hour?"<|quote|>"How could you give me life, and take from me all ... | Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his... | having it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to spe... | looked in, and found it empty. Wet through and through: with her feet squelching and squashing in her shoes whenever she moved; with a rash of rain upon her classical visage; with a bonnet like an over-ripe fig; with all her clothes spoiled; with damp impressions of every button, string, and hook-and-eye she wore, prin... | were necessary to change her usual appearance; but, she stopped under the lee of the station wall, tumbled her shawl into a new shape, and put it on over her bonnet. So disguised she had no fear of being recognized when she followed up the railroad steps, and paid her money in the small office. Louisa sat waiting in a ... | lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in th... | Hard Times |
She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom. | No speaker | in this great wilderness here!"<|quote|>She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom.</|quote|>"If it had ever been | that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!"<|quote|>She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom.</|quote|>"If it had ever been here, its ashes alone would | all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!"<|quote|>She struck herself with both her h... | arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating: "Curse the hour? Curse the hour?" "How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state o... | you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at hi... | back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights amo... | corner. Mrs. Sparsit sat waiting in another corner. Both listened to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tra... | He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rather remonstratin... | Hard Times |
"If it had ever been here, its ashes alone would save me from the void in which my whole life sinks. I did not mean to say this; but, father, you remember the last time we conversed in this room?" | Louisa Bounderby | her hands upon her bosom.<|quote|>"If it had ever been here, its ashes alone would save me from the void in which my whole life sinks. I did not mean to say this; but, father, you remember the last time we conversed in this room?"</|quote|>He had been so wholly | She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom.<|quote|>"If it had ever been here, its ashes alone would save me from the void in which my whole life sinks. I did not mean to say this; but, father, you remember the last time we conversed in this room?"</|quote|>He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard | of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!" She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom.<|quote|>"If it had ever been here, its ashes ... | Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating: "Curse the hour? Curse the hour?" "How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where... | good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here exposed to this storm?" She put her hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she uncovered her head, and letting her cloak and hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and desp... | as accumulates on an old park fence in a mouldy lane; Mrs. Sparsit had no resource but to burst into tears of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgr... | to the thunder, which was loud, and to the rain, as it washed off the roof, and pattered on the parapets of the arches. Two or three lamps were rained out and blown out; so, both saw the lightning to advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually... | under water. In the first instant of alighting, Mrs. Sparsit turned her distracted eyes towards the waiting coaches, which were in great request. "She will get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to ... | Hard Times |
He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, | No speaker | we conversed in this room?"<|quote|>He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered,</|quote|>"Yes, Louisa." "What has risen | you remember the last time we conversed in this room?"<|quote|>He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered,</|quote|>"Yes, Louisa." "What has risen to my lips now, would | She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom. "If it had ever been here, its ashes alone would save me from the void in which my whole life sinks. I did not mean to say this; but, father, you remember the last time we conversed in this room?"<|quote|>He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that... | all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!" She struck herself with both her hands upo... | hood fall where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Ye... | a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not dis... | advantage as it quivered and zigzagged on the iron tracks. The seizure of the station with a fit of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into anothe... | "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probabl... | Hard Times |
"Yes, Louisa." | Thomas Gradgrind | was with difficulty he answered,<|quote|>"Yes, Louisa."</|quote|>"What has risen to my | he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered,<|quote|>"Yes, Louisa."</|quote|>"What has risen to my lips now, would have risen | alone would save me from the void in which my whole life sinks. I did not mean to say this; but, father, you remember the last time we conversed in this room?" He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered,<|quote|>"Yes, Louisa."</|quote|>"What has risen to my lips now,... | my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!" She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom. "If it had ever been here, its ashes alone would save me from the void in which my whole ... | he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacant... | home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he w... | of trembling, gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head ... | many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him... | Hard Times |
"What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if you had only done so long ago, or if you had only neglected me, what a much better and much happier crea... | Louisa Bounderby | difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa."<|quote|>"What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if you had only done so long ago, or if you had only neglect... | now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa."<|quote|>"What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if you had only done so long ago, or i... | save me from the void in which my whole life sinks. I did not mean to say this; but, father, you remember the last time we conversed in this room?" He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa."<|quote|>"What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to ... | Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!" She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom. "If it had ever been here, its ashes alone would save me from the void in which my whole life sink... | afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repe... | the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving something no doubt probably, in the main, that the Good Samaritan was a Bad Economist. The noise of the rain did not disturb him much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head sometimes, as if he were rathe... | gradually deepening to a complaint of the heart, announced the train. Fire and steam, and smoke, and red light; a hiss, a crash, a bell, and a shriek; Louisa put into one carriage, Mrs. Sparsit put into another: the little station a desert speck in the thunderstorm. Though her teeth chattered in her head from wet and c... | pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wondering more and more, "have you come here e... | Hard Times |
On hearing this, after all his care, he bowed his head upon his hand and groaned aloud. | No speaker | should have been this day!"<|quote|>On hearing this, after all his care, he bowed his head upon his hand and groaned aloud.</|quote|>"Father, if you had known, | and much happier creature I should have been this day!"<|quote|>On hearing this, after all his care, he bowed his head upon his hand and groaned aloud.</|quote|>"Father, if you had known, when we were last together | help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if you had only done so long ago, or if you had only neglected me, what a much better and much happier creature I should have been this day!"<|quote|>On hearing this, after all his care, he bowed his head... | remember the last time we conversed in this room?" He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa." "What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurt... | could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!" S... | it in his mind that some of the tall chimneys might be struck by lightning. The thunder was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to y... | felt herself, as it were, attending on the body. Could she, who had been so active in the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We... | born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating: "Curse the hour? Curse the hour?" "How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have... | Hard Times |
"Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, what even I feared while I strove against it as it has been my task from infancy to strive against every natural prompting that has arisen in my heart; if you had known that there lingered in my breast, sensibilities, affections, weaknesses capable of being ch... | Louisa Bounderby | his hand and groaned aloud.<|quote|>"Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, what even I feared while I strove against it as it has been my task from infancy to strive against every natural prompting that has arisen in my heart; if you had known that there lingered in my breast, sensibilities, affect... | he bowed his head upon his hand and groaned aloud.<|quote|>"Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, what even I feared while I strove against it as it has been my task from infancy to strive against every natural prompting that has arisen in my heart; if you had known that there lingered in my breast... | in yourself; but O! if you had only done so long ago, or if you had only neglected me, what a much better and much happier creature I should have been this day!" On hearing this, after all his care, he bowed his head upon his hand and groaned aloud.<|quote|>"Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, wh... | he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa." "What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if you had only done so long ago, or ... | the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!" She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom. "If it had ever been here, its ashe... | was rolling into distance, and the rain was pouring down like a deluge, when the door of his room opened. He looked round the lamp upon his table, and saw, with amazement, his eldest daughter. "Louisa!" "Father, I want to speak to you." "What is the matter? How strange you look! And good Heaven," said Mr. Gradgrind, wo... | the getting up of the funeral triumph, do less than exult? "She will be at Coketown long before him," thought Mrs. Sparsit, "though his horse is never so good. Where will she wait for him? And where will they go together? Patience. We shall see." The tremendous rain occasioned infinite confusion, when the train stopped... | of bitterness and say, "I have lost her!" CHAPTER XII DOWN THE national dustmen, after entertaining one another with a great many noisy little fights among themselves, had dispersed for the present, and Mr. Gradgrind was at home for the vacation. He sat writing in the room with the deadly statistical clock, proving som... | Hard Times |
He said, | No speaker | now sure that I hate?"<|quote|>He said,</|quote|>"No. No, my poor child." | the husband whom I am now sure that I hate?"<|quote|>He said,</|quote|>"No. No, my poor child." "Would you have doomed me, | that there lingered in my breast, sensibilities, affections, weaknesses capable of being cherished into strength, defying all the calculations ever made by man, and no more known to his arithmetic than his Creator is, would you have given me to the husband whom I am now sure that I hate?"<|quote|>He said,</|quote|>"No.... | upon his hand and groaned aloud. "Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, what even I feared while I strove against it as it has been my task from infancy to strive against every natural prompting that has arisen in my heart; if you had known that there lingered in my breast, sensibilities, affection... | been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa." "What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if... | where they might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa.... | get into one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriag... | state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, O father, what have you done, with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here!" She struck herself with both her hands upon her bosom. "If it had ever been here, its ashes al... | Hard Times |
"No. No, my poor child." | Thomas Gradgrind | that I hate?" He said,<|quote|>"No. No, my poor child."</|quote|>"Would you have doomed me, | whom I am now sure that I hate?" He said,<|quote|>"No. No, my poor child."</|quote|>"Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the | lingered in my breast, sensibilities, affections, weaknesses capable of being cherished into strength, defying all the calculations ever made by man, and no more known to his arithmetic than his Creator is, would you have given me to the husband whom I am now sure that I hate?" He said,<|quote|>"No. No, my poor child."... | hand and groaned aloud. "Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, what even I feared while I strove against it as it has been my task from infancy to strive against every natural prompting that has arisen in my heart; if you had known that there lingered in my breast, sensibilities, affections, weakne... | wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa." "What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if you had... | might, stood looking at him: so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse ... | one," she considered, "and will be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in whic... | had ever been here, its ashes alone would save me from the void in which my whole life sinks. I did not mean to say this; but, father, you remember the last time we conversed in this room?" He had been so wholly unprepared for what he heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa." "What has risen to... | Hard Times |
"Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the frost and blight that have hardened and spoiled me? Would you have robbed me for no one's enrichment only for the greater desolation of this world of the immaterial part of my life, the spring and summer of my belief, my refuge from what is sordid and bad in the real thing... | Louisa Bounderby | "No. No, my poor child."<|quote|>"Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the frost and blight that have hardened and spoiled me? Would you have robbed me for no one's enrichment only for the greater desolation of this world of the immaterial part of my life, the spring and summer of my belief, my refuge from what is... | that I hate?" He said, "No. No, my poor child."<|quote|>"Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the frost and blight that have hardened and spoiled me? Would you have robbed me for no one's enrichment only for the greater desolation of this world of the immaterial part of my life, the spring and summer of my belief,... | affections, weaknesses capable of being cherished into strength, defying all the calculations ever made by man, and no more known to his arithmetic than his Creator is, would you have given me to the husband whom I am now sure that I hate?" He said, "No. No, my poor child."<|quote|>"Would you have doomed me, at any tim... | if you had known, when we were last together here, what even I feared while I strove against it as it has been my task from infancy to strive against every natural prompting that has arisen in my heart; if you had known that there lingered in my breast, sensibilities, affections, weaknesses capable of being cherished i... | heard now, that it was with difficulty he answered, "Yes, Louisa." "What has risen to my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach you, father. What you have never nurtured in me, you have never nurtured in yourself; but O! if you had only done so long ago, or if ... | so colourless, so dishevelled, so defiant and despairing, that he was afraid of her. "What is it? I conjure you, Louisa, tell me what is the matter." She dropped into a chair before him, and put her cold hand on his arm. "Father, you have trained me from my cradle?" "Yes, Louisa." "I curse the hour in which I was born ... | be away before I can follow in another. At all risks of being run over, I must see the number, and hear the order given to the coachman." But, Mrs. Sparsit was wrong in her calculation. Louisa got into no coach, and was already gone. The black eyes kept upon the railroad-carriage in which she had travelled, settled upo... | curse the hour in which I was born to such a destiny." He looked at her in doubt and dread, vacantly repeating: "Curse the hour? Curse the hour?" "How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sen... | Hard Times |
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