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"O no, no. No, Louisa." | Thomas Gradgrind | sphere to make them better?"<|quote|>"O no, no. No, Louisa."</|quote|>"Yet, father, if I had | to hope in my little sphere to make them better?"<|quote|>"O no, no. No, Louisa."</|quote|>"Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I | life, the spring and summer of my belief, my refuge from what is sordid and bad in the real things around me, my school in which I should have learned to be more humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?"<|quote|>"O no, no. No, Louisa."</|quote|>"Yet, father, if I had been... | hate?" He said, "No. No, my poor child." "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... | head 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, affe... | 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 upon he... | 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, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdu... | 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 ... | Hard Times |
"Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good r... | Louisa Bounderby | "O no, no. No, Louisa."<|quote|>"Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more ... | sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa."<|quote|>"Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more ... | of my belief, my refuge from what is sordid and bad in the real things around me, my school in which I should have learned to be more humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa."<|quote|>"Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way ... | my poor child." "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 i... | 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, weaknesses capa... | 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 upon her bosom. "If it had ever been here, ... | 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, printed off upon her highly connected back; with a stagnant verdure on her general exterior, such a... | 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... | Hard Times |
He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. | No speaker | I have come to say."<|quote|>He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face.</|quote|>"With a hunger and thirst | I have. Now, hear what I have come to say."<|quote|>He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face.</|quote|>"With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have | and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say."<|quote|>He moved, to support her with his arm. She r... | humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa." "Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I s... | 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." "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 i... | 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 my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if you had given me a moment's help. I don't reproach yo... | 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 something no doubt pr... | 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 of conscious death? Where are the g... | Hard Times |
"With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." | Louisa Bounderby | looking fixedly in his face.<|quote|>"With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way."</|quote|>"I never knew you were | a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face.<|quote|>"With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way."</|quote|>"... | in all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face.<|quote|>"With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been f... | if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. ... | 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 things around me, my school in w... | 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 you had only neglected ... | 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 much; but it attracted his attention sufficiently to make him raise his head ... | 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 into strength, defying a... | Hard Times |
"I never knew you were unhappy, my child." | Thomas Gradgrind | every inch of my way."<|quote|>"I never knew you were unhappy, my child."</|quote|>"Father, I always knew it. | I have grown up, battling every inch of my way."<|quote|>"I never knew you were unhappy, my child."</|quote|>"Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have | his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way."<|quote|>"I never knew you were... | loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst ... | my belief, my refuge from what is sordid and bad in the real things around me, my school in which I should have learned to be more humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa." "Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense... | 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!" On hearing this, after all his care, he bowed his head upon his hand and groaned aloud. "Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, w... | 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 thunder was rolling into di... | 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!" On hearing this, after all his care, he bowed his head upon his hand and groaned aloud. "Father, if you had known, when we were... | Hard Times |
"Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have almost repulsed and crushed my better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, regretting, what I have not learned; and my dismal resource has been to think that life would soon go by, and that nothing in it could be worth th... | Louisa Bounderby | you were unhappy, my child."<|quote|>"Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have almost repulsed and crushed my better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, regretting, what I have not learned; and my dismal resource has been to think that life would soon go by, and... | my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child."<|quote|>"Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have almost repulsed and crushed my better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, regretting, what I have not learned; and my dismal resource has been to think that lif... | a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child."<|quote|>"Father, I always knew it. I... | all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment... | and bad in the real things around me, my school in which I should have learned to be more humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa." "Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I kne... | 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. "Father, if you had known, when we were last together here, what even I feared while I strove against... | 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 pouring down like a deluge, w... | 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 sentiments of my hear... | Hard Times |
"And you so young, Louisa!" | Thomas Gradgrind | and trouble of a contest."<|quote|>"And you so young, Louisa!"</|quote|>he said with pity. "And | could be worth the pain and trouble of a contest."<|quote|>"And you so young, Louisa!"</|quote|>he said with pity. "And I so young. In this | better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, regretting, what I have not learned; and my dismal resource has been to think that life would soon go by, and that nothing in it could be worth the pain and trouble of a contest."<|quote|>"And you so young, Louisa!"</|quote|>h... | with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child." "Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have almost repulsed and crushed my better angel into a demon. What I have... | I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his ... | 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 into strength, defying all the calculations ever made by man, and no more known to his arithmetic than ... | 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 hands to her dress, as if she hardly ... | 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 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. W... | Hard Times |
he said with pity. | No speaker | "And you so young, Louisa!"<|quote|>he said with pity.</|quote|>"And I so young. In | and trouble of a contest." "And you so young, Louisa!"<|quote|>he said with pity.</|quote|>"And I so young. In this condition, father for I | What I have learned has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, regretting, what I have not learned; and my dismal resource has been to think that life would soon go by, and that nothing in it could be worth the pain and trouble of a contest." "And you so young, Louisa!"<|quote|>he said with pity.</|quote|>"And I so... | some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child." "Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have almost repulsed and crushed my better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, ... | surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he ... | 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 into strength, defying all the calculations ever made by man, and no more known to his arithmetic than his Creator is, would ... | 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 hands to her dress, as if she hardly knew. "Yes." Then she un... | stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good respects, than I am with the ... | Hard Times |
"And I so young. In this condition, father for I show you now, without fear or favour, the ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed my husband to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly ind... | Louisa Bounderby | Louisa!" he said with pity.<|quote|>"And I so young. In this condition, father for I show you now, without fear or favour, the ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed my husband to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, th... | contest." "And you so young, Louisa!" he said with pity.<|quote|>"And I so young. In this condition, father for I show you now, without fear or favour, the ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed my husband to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, fath... | has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, regretting, what I have not learned; and my dismal resource has been to think that life would soon go by, and that nothing in it could be worth the pain and trouble of a contest." "And you so young, Louisa!" he said with pity.<|quote|>"And I so young. In this condition, fa... | and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child." "Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have almost repulsed and crushed my better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, ... | exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good respects, than I am with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood clos... | 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 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 h... | 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 her head, and... | 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." "Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the frost and blight that have hardened and spoiled me? Would you have robb... | Hard Times |
As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on. | No speaker | more leniently of his errors."<|quote|>As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on.</|quote|>"When I was irrevocably married, | may dispose you to think more leniently of his errors."<|quote|>As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on.</|quote|>"When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion | found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently of his errors."<|quote|>As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upo... | pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the ... | better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, misbelieving, despising, regretting, what I have not learned; and my dismal resource has been to think that life would soon go by, and that nothing in it could be worth the pain and trouble of a contest." "And you so young, Louisa!" he said with pity.... | learned to be more humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa." "Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in ... | 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 you done, O father, what have you done, with the g... | 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." "Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the frost and blight that have hardened and spoiled me? Would you h... | Hard Times |
"When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike ... | Louisa Bounderby | in his face, went on.<|quote|>"When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct ... | shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on.<|quote|>"When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father,... | knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently of his errors." As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on.<|quote|>"When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebell... | indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except... | been to think that life would soon go by, and that nothing in it could be worth the pain and trouble of a contest." "And you so young, Louisa!" he said with pity. "And I so young. In this condition, father for I show you now, without fear or favour, the ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed my hu... | "Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, more loving, more contented, more innocent and human in all good r... | 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 upon her bosom. "If it had ever been here, ... | 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." "Would you have doomed me, at any time, to the frost and blight that have hardened and spoiled me? Would you have robb... | Hard Times |
"Louisa!" | Thomas Gradgrind | the secrets of my soul."<|quote|>"Louisa!"</|quote|>he said, and said imploringly; | to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul."<|quote|>"Louisa!"</|quote|>he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what | strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul."<|quote|>"Louisa!"</|quote|>he said, and said im... | dispose you to think more leniently of his errors." As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on. "When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of dispa... | to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But To... | with the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent imp... | 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 my lips now, would have risen to my lips then,... | some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child." "Father, I always knew it. In this strife I have almost repulsed and crushed my better angel into a demon. What I have learned has left me doubting, ... | Hard Times |
he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. | No speaker | secrets of my soul." "Louisa!"<|quote|>he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview.</|quote|>"I do not reproach you, | strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!"<|quote|>he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview.</|quote|>"I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. | made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!"<|quote|>he said, and said imploringly; for he... | you to think more leniently of his errors." As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on. "When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity whi... | me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom h... | the eyes I have. Now, hear what I have come to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse ... | 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 my lips now, would have risen to my lips then, if... | hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child." "Father, I always knew it. In this str... | Hard Times |
"I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." | Louisa Bounderby | them in their former interview.<|quote|>"I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object."</|quote|>"What can I do, child? | remembered what had passed between them in their former interview.<|quote|>"I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object."</|quote|>"What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." | no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview.<|quote|>"I do not reproach you, father... | her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on. "When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or... | knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he be... | his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolu... | 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 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 ... | 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 things around me, my school in which I should have learned to be more humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?" "O... | Hard Times |
"What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." | Thomas Gradgrind | am here with another object."<|quote|>"What can I do, child? Ask me what you will."</|quote|>"I am coming to it. | I make no complaint. I am here with another object."<|quote|>"What can I do, child? Ask me what you will."</|quote|>"I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into | to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object."<|quote|>"What can I do, child? Ask ... | "When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike ... | indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except... | upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were un... | 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 only done so long... | has been to think that life would soon go by, and that nothing in it could be worth the pain and trouble of a contest." "And you so young, Louisa!" he said with pity. "And I so young. In this condition, father for I show you now, without fear or favour, the ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed m... | Hard Times |
"I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know... | Louisa Bounderby | Ask me what you will."<|quote|>"I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost i... | "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will."<|quote|>"I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; c... | the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will."<|quote|>"I am coming to it. Father, chance t... | against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and... | useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently of hi... | hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child." "Father, I always knew it. In this str... | 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 you had only neglected me, what a much ... | in my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa." "Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, ... | Hard Times |
"For you, Louisa!" | Thomas Gradgrind | care so much for me."<|quote|>"For you, Louisa!"</|quote|>Her father might instinctively have | cared for nothing else, to care so much for me."<|quote|>"For you, Louisa!"</|quote|>Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that | by what degrees, that he understood me, and read my thoughts. I could not find that he was worse than I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me."<|quote|>"For you, Louisa!"</|quote|>Her father might instinctively ha... | way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know how or by what degrees, that he understood me, and re... | causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed b... | of a contest." "And you so young, Louisa!" he said with pity. "And I so young. In this condition, father for I show you now, without fear or favour, the ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed my husband to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father,... | 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 into strength, defying all the calculations ever made by man, and no more known to his arithme... | a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all th... | Hard Times |
Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. | No speaker | for me." "For you, Louisa!"<|quote|>Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him.</|quote|>"I say nothing of his | else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!"<|quote|>Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him.</|quote|>"I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. | that he understood me, and read my thoughts. I could not find that he was worse than I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!"<|quote|>Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but ... | acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know how or by what degrees, that he understood me, and read my thou... | which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their... | "And you so young, Louisa!" he said with pity. "And I so young. In this condition, father for I show you now, without fear or favour, the ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed my husband to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and ... | 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 into strength, defying all the calculations ever made by man, and no more known to his arithmetic than ... | which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their... | Hard Times |
"I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." | Louisa Bounderby | the eyes steadfastly regarding him.<|quote|>"I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well."</|quote|>Her father's face was ashy | a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him.<|quote|>"I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well."</|quote|>Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her | wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him.<|quote|>"I say nothing of his plea f... | was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know how or by what degrees, that he understood me, and read my thoughts. I could not find that he was worse than I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing el... | anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." "I ... | state of my mind as I know it you proposed my husband to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something vision... | 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." "Would you have doomed me, at any time, to th... | ordinary deadened state of my mind as I know it you proposed my husband to me. I took him. I never made a pretence to him or you that I loved him. I knew, and, father, you knew, and he knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape int... | Hard Times |
Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms. | No speaker | soon knew, just as well."<|quote|>Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms.</|quote|>"I have done no worse, | story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well."<|quote|>Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms.</|quote|>"I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. | and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well."<|quote|>Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in... | I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadf... | make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." "I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, ... | knew, that I never did. I was not wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how t... | now sure that I hate?" He said, "No. No, my poor child." "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... | found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently of his errors." As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his ot... | Hard Times |
"I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." | Louisa Bounderby | her in both his arms.<|quote|>"I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know."</|quote|>She took her hands suddenly | ashy white, and he held her in both his arms.<|quote|>"I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know."</|quote|>She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed | nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms.<|quote|>"I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you... | should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confi... | Ask me what you will." "I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediate... | hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to... | 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 things around me... | to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." "I am coming to it.... | Hard Times |
She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a last effort what she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose. | No speaker | be so. I don't know."<|quote|>She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a last effort what she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose.</|quote|>"This night, my husband being | plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know."<|quote|>She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a last effort what she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose.</|quote|>"This... | father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms. "I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know."<|quote|>She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon he... | saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his ar... | making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know how or by what degrees, that he understood me, and read my thoughts. I could not find that he was worse than I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I ... | my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently of his errors." As her father held her in his arms, she put her other hand upon his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on. "When I was irrevocably ma... | part of my life, the spring and summer of my belief, my refuge from what is sordid and bad in the real things around me, my school in which I should have learned to be more humble and more trusting with them, and to hope in my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa." "Yet, father, if I had been stone... | causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed b... | Hard Times |
"This night, my husband being away, he has been with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philos... | Louisa Bounderby | feelings long suppressed broke loose.<|quote|>"This night, my husband being away, he has been with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in ... | she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose.<|quote|>"This night, my husband being away, he has been with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know tha... | so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a last effort what she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose.<|quote|>"This night, my husband being away, he has bee... | just as well." Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms. "I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them b... | was worse than I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in ... | his other shoulder, and still looking fixedly in his face, went on. "When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, fathe... | my little sphere to make them better?" "O no, no. No, Louisa." "Yet, father, if I had been stone blind; if I had groped my way by my sense of touch, and had been free, while I knew the shapes and surfaces of things, to exercise my fancy somewhat, in regard to them; I should have been a million times wiser, happier, mor... | a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know how or by what degrees, that he understood me, and read m... | Hard Times |
He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, | No speaker | me by some other means!"<|quote|>He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice,</|quote|>"I shall die if you | brought me to this. Save me by some other means!"<|quote|>He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice,</|quote|>"I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall | am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!"<|quote|>He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she... | effort what she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose. "This night, my husband being away, he has been with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know... | What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms. "I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took ... | had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." "I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world;... | to say." He moved, to support her with his arm. She rising as he did so, they stood close together: she, with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures... | that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know how or by what degrees, that he understood me, and read my thoughts. I could not find that he was worse than I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for not... | Hard Times |
"I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!" | Louisa Bounderby | out in a terrible voice,<|quote|>"I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!"</|quote|>And he laid her down | the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice,<|quote|>"I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!"</|quote|>And he laid her down there, and saw the pride | esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice,<|quote|>"I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the grou... | with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, fa... | and he held her in both his arms. "I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like it... | with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." "I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to for... | with a hand upon his shoulder, looking fixedly in his face. "With a hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew... | I could not find that he was worse than I. There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw... | Hard Times |
And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at... | No speaker | me fall upon the ground!"<|quote|>And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at hom... | if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!"<|quote|>And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened o... | save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!"<|quote|>And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the... | could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He ti... | I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a... | "I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowing the low estimate of everything, that I was half afraid to form in secret; conveying to me almost immediately, though I don't know... | hunger and thirst upon me, father, which have never been for a moment appeased; with an ardent impulse towards some region where rules, and figures, and definitions were not quite absolute; I have grown up, battling every inch of my way." "I never knew you were unhappy, my child." "Father, I always knew it. In this str... | It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms. "I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell... | Hard Times |
"When was I brought to this room?" | Louisa Bounderby | passive hand, before she asked:<|quote|>"When was I brought to this room?"</|quote|>"Last night, Louisa." "Who brought | her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked:<|quote|>"When was I brought to this room?"</|quote|>"Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." | presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked:<|quote|>"When was I brought to this room?"</|qu... | gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room ... | die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!" And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on he... | held her in both his arms. "I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself an... | wholly indifferent, for I had a hope of being pleasant and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now,... | me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!" And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. ... | Hard Times |
"Who brought me here?" | Louisa Bounderby | this room?" "Last night, Louisa."<|quote|>"Who brought me here?"</|quote|>"Sissy, I believe." "Why do | "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa."<|quote|>"Who brought me here?"</|quote|>"Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I | attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa."<|quote|>"Who brought me here?"</|quote|>... | the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their... | ground!" And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It s... | worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to fini... | and useful to Tom. I made that wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently o... | his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!" And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARN... | Hard Times |
"Why do you believe so?" | Louisa Bounderby | me here?" "Sissy, I believe."<|quote|>"Why do you believe so?"</|quote|>"Because I found her here | "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe."<|quote|>"Why do you believe so?"</|quote|>"Because I found her here this morning. She didn't come | when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe."<|quote|>"Why do you believe so?"</|q... | mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had a... | and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as if all that had h... | if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a last effort what she had to s... | wild escape into something visionary, and have slowly found out how wild it was. But Tom had been the subject of all the little tenderness of my life; perhaps he became so because I knew so well how to pity him. It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently of his errors." As her father he... | say the feelings long suppressed broke loose. "This night, my husband being away, he has been with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in ... | Hard Times |
"What a beaming face you have, Jane!" | Louisa Bounderby | tell him when you woke."<|quote|>"What a beaming face you have, Jane!"</|quote|>said Louisa, as her young | Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke."<|quote|>"What a beaming face you have, Jane!"</|quote|>said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down | went to look for her. She was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke."<|quote|>"What a beaming face you have, Jane!"</|quote|>said Louisa, as her young sis... | her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I found her here this morning. She didn't come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her own room e... | the shadows of a dream, but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of he... | away, he has been with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will no... | looking fixedly in his face, went on. "When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to... | but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." Her father... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. | No speaker | beaming face you have, Jane!"<|quote|>said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her.</|quote|>"Have I? I am very | when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!"<|quote|>said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her.</|quote|>"Have I? I am very glad you think so. I | not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!"<|quote|>said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her... | was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I found her here this morning. She didn't come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over... | as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not att... | himself my lover. This minute he expects me, for I could release myself of his presence by no other means. I do not know that I am sorry, I do not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brou... | "When I was irrevocably married, there rose up into rebellion against the tie, the old strife, made fiercer by all those causes of disparity which arise out of our two individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike ... | I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fa... | Hard Times |
The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. | No speaker | it must be Sissy's doing."<|quote|>The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself.</|quote|>"You can tell father if | think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing."<|quote|>The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself.</|quote|>"You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her | you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing."<|quote|>The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself.</|... | come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you ha... | strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suff... | not know that I am ashamed, I do not know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terribl... | individual natures, and which no general laws shall ever rule or state for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do no... | Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." Her father's face was ashy white, and he held her in both his arms. "I have done no worse, I have not disgraced you. But if you ask me whether I have loved him, or do love him, I tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. ... | Hard Times |
"You can tell father if you will." | Louisa Bounderby | around her neck, unbent itself.<|quote|>"You can tell father if you will."</|quote|>Then, staying her for a | Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself.<|quote|>"You can tell father if you will."</|quote|>Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was | woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself.<|quote|>"You can tell father if you will."</|quote|>Then, stayin... | I went to look for her. She was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly sti... | had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was ... | am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall... | for me, father, until they shall be able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another obj... | lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as if all that had happened since the days when these objects were familiar to her... | Hard Times |
Then, staying her for a moment, she said, | No speaker | tell father if you will."<|quote|>Then, staying her for a moment, she said,</|quote|>"It was you who made | neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will."<|quote|>Then, staying her for a moment, she said,</|quote|>"It was you who made my room so cheerful, and | Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will."<|quote|>Then, staying her for a moment, she said,</|quote|>"It was ... | was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "H... | presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night,... | that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!" And he laid her... | able to direct the anatomist where to strike his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me ... | passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before s... | Hard Times |
"It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" | Louisa Bounderby | for a moment, she said,<|quote|>"It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?"</|quote|>"Oh no, Louisa, it was | you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said,<|quote|>"It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?"</|quote|>"Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It | still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said,<|quote|>"It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look o... | I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. ... | did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I... | teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!" And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his hea... | his knife into the secrets of my soul." "Louisa!" he said, and said imploringly; for he well remembered what had passed between them in their former interview. "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." "I am coming to it. Father, c... | know that I am degraded in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me!... | Hard Times |
Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tende... | No speaker | before I came. It was"<|quote|>Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat dow... | no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was"<|quote|>Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trem... | begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was"<|quote|>Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her s... | said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will... | her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I found her here this morning. She didn't come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I w... | her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the ground!" And he laid her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THI... | "I do not reproach you, father, I make no complaint. I am here with another object." "What can I do, child? Ask me what you will." "I am coming to it. Father, chance then threw into my way a new acquaintance; a man such as I had had no experience of; used to the world; light, polished, easy; making no pretences; avowin... | languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as if all that had happened since the days when these objects were familiar to her were the shadows of a dream, but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move he... | Hard Times |
"My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." | Thomas Gradgrind | at a loss for words.<|quote|>"My dear Louisa. My poor daughter."</|quote|>He was so much at | dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words.<|quote|>"My dear Louisa. My poor daughter."</|quote|>He was so much at a loss at that place, | the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words.<|quote|>"My dear Louisa. My poor daught... | more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the ... | woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a momen... | were the shadows of a dream, but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence ... | There seemed to be a near affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfast... | went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I ... | Hard Times |
He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. | No speaker | dear Louisa. My poor daughter."<|quote|>He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again.</|quote|>"My unfortunate child." The place | a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter."<|quote|>He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again.</|quote|>"My unfortunate child." The place was so difficult to get | was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter."<|quote|>He was so much at a loss at ... | she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet a... | have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who mad... | but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the r... | affinity between us. I only wondered it should be worth his while, who cared for nothing else, to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say n... | sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I found her here this morning. She ... | Hard Times |
"My unfortunate child." | Thomas Gradgrind | stopped altogether. He tried again.<|quote|>"My unfortunate child."</|quote|>The place was so difficult | at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again.<|quote|>"My unfortunate child."</|quote|>The place was so difficult to get over, that he | the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again.<|quote|>"My unfortunate child."</|quote|>The plac... | and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and tro... | I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before... | her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister h... | to care so much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father,... | her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?... | Hard Times |
The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again. | No speaker | tried again. "My unfortunate child."<|quote|>The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again.</|quote|>"It would be hopeless for | that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "My unfortunate child."<|quote|>The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again.</|quote|>"It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to | night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "My unfortunate child."<|quote|>The place was so difficult to get ... | entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, ve... | glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. I... | could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached ... | much for me." "For you, Louisa!" Her father might instinctively have loosened his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gai... | CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as if all that had happened since the days when these objects were familiar to her were the shadows of a dream, but gradually, as the objects became more real to her s... | Hard Times |
"It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to questi... | Thomas Gradgrind | over, that he tried again.<|quote|>"It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and st... | was so difficult to get over, that he tried again.<|quote|>"It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of... | his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "My unfortunate child." The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again.<|quote|>"It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to e... | usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often... | The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was" Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more.... | strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suff... | his hold, but that he felt her strength departing from her, and saw a wild dilating fire in the eyes steadfastly regarding him. "I say nothing of his plea for claiming my confidence. It matters very little how he gained it. Father, he did gain it. What you know of the story of my marriage, he soon knew, just as well." ... | room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suffering her timidly to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sis... | Hard Times |
She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. | No speaker | to be very heavy indeed."<|quote|>She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock.</|quote|>"I will not say, Louisa, | broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed."<|quote|>She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock.</|quote|>"I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by | strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed."<|quote|>She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffer... | "It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to questi... | usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often... | come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you ha... | tell you plainly, father, that it may be so. I don't know." She took her hands suddenly from his shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a last effort what she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose. "This night, ... | became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice... | Hard Times |
"I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, and I h... | Thomas Gradgrind | whole life upon the rock.<|quote|>"I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had prov... | suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock.<|quote|>"I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidenc... | am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock.<|quote|>"I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chanc... | am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what ... | and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, t... | was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking care of you and cooling your head. Will you see father? Sissy said I was to tell him when you woke." "What a beaming face you have, Jane!" said Louisa, as her young sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "H... | shoulders, and pressed them both upon her side; while in her face, not like itself and in her figure, drawn up, resolute to finish by a last effort what she had to say the feelings long suppressed broke loose. "This night, my husband being away, he has been with me, declaring himself my lover. This minute he expects me... | if all that had happened since the days when these objects were familiar to her were the shadows of a dream, but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcely move her head for pain and heaviness, her eyes were strained and sore, and she was very we... | Hard Times |
He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence w... | No speaker | have meant to do right."<|quote|>He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihi... | my favourite child, that I have meant to do right."<|quote|>He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether h... | part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I only entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I have meant to do right."<|quote|>He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he ... | whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my... | I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no s... | tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was" Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay wit... | in my own esteem. All that I know is, your philosophy and your teaching will not save me. Now, father, you have brought me to this. Save me by some other means!" He tightened his hold in time to prevent her sinking on the floor, but she cried out in a terrible voice, "I shall die if you hold me! Let me fall upon the gr... | look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dict... | Hard Times |
"I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." | Louisa Bounderby | personages whose company he kept.<|quote|>"I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall."</|quote|>He took her outstretched hand, | than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept.<|quote|>"I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall."</|quote|>He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his. | excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept.<|quote|>... | and I have rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I only entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I have meant to do right." He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe ... | but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for y... | it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat down at the side of the bed, tenderly asking how she was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdu... | her down there, and saw the pride of his heart and the triumph of his system, lying, an insensible heap, at his feet. * * * * * END OF THE SECOND BOOK _GARNERING_ CHAPTER I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as i... | so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was" Louisa t... | Hard Times |
He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his. | No speaker | you, and I never shall."<|quote|>He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his.</|quote|>"My dear, I have remained | happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall."<|quote|>He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his.</|quote|>"My dear, I have remained all night at my table, | with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall."<|quote|>He took her outstretched hand, and retained i... | and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness... | rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, a... | was, and dwelling on the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that pla... | I ANOTHER THING NEEDFUL LOUISA awoke from a torpor, and her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as if all that had happened since the days when these objects were familiar to her were the shadows of a dream, but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, th... | sister timidly still bent down to kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this... | Hard Times |
"My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you ... | Thomas Gradgrind | and retained it in his.<|quote|>"My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate press... | He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his.<|quote|>"My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I cons... | personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his.<|quote|>"My dear, I have remained all night at my table, p... | deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whos... | by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I must b... | quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "My unf... | her eyes languidly opened on her old bed at home, and her old room. It seemed, at first, as if all that had happened since the days when these objects were familiar to her were the shadows of a dream, but gradually, as the objects became more real to her sight, the events became more real to her mind. She could scarcel... | support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no com... | Hard Times |
He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contri... | No speaker | I cannot but mistrust myself."<|quote|>He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received t... | come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself."<|quote|>He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him;... | When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself."<|quote|>He might have added more than all, when h... | I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his. "My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what ... | entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I have meant to do right." He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of hi... | "It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to questi... | strained and sore, and she was very weak. A curious passive inattention had such possession of her, that the presence of her little sister in the room did not attract her notice for some time. Even when their eyes had met, and her sister had approached the bed, Louisa lay for minutes looking at her in silence, and suff... | very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "M... | Hard Times |
"But," | Thomas Gradgrind | had been words of contrition.<|quote|>"But,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and | received them as if they had been words of contrition.<|quote|>"But,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as | face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition.<|quote|>"But,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, s... | been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, a... | tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." ... | question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, t... | to hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I found her here this morning. She didn't come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her ow... | your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I only entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I h... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, | No speaker | been words of contrition. "But,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness,</|quote|>"if I see reason to | them as if they had been words of contrition. "But,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness,</|quote|>"if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, | now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and wit... | known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he ... | about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." He took ... | has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you... | hold her passive hand, before she asked: "When was I brought to this room?" "Last night, Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I found her here this morning. She didn't come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her own r... | have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no sel... | Hard Times |
"if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how t... | Thomas Gradgrind | a wretched sense of happiness,<|quote|>"if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the tr... | hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness,<|quote|>"if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterd... | scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness,<|quote|>"if I see reason... | what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actio... | personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his. "My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering... | meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better fo... | Louisa." "Who brought me here?" "Sissy, I believe." "Why do you believe so?" "Because I found her here this morning. She didn't come to my bedside to wake me, as she always does; and I went to look for her. She was not in her own room either; and I went looking for her all over the house, until I found her here taking ... | again. "It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to... | Hard Times |
She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. | No speaker | set you right, my child."<|quote|>She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in... | to help you, and to set you right, my child."<|quote|>She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have bee... | you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child."<|quote|>She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that ... | reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond ... | it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another ma... | to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I only entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I have meant to do right." He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over th... | kiss her. "Have I? I am very glad you think so. I am sure it must be Sissy's doing." The arm Louisa had begun to twine around her neck, unbent itself. "You can tell father if you will." Then, staying her for a moment, she said, "It was you who made my room so cheerful, and gave it this look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa,... | which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me la... | Hard Times |
"Some persons hold," | Thomas Gradgrind | to see her in tears.<|quote|>"Some persons hold,"</|quote|>he pursued, still hesitating, "that | he would have been glad to see her in tears.<|quote|>"Some persons hold,"</|quote|>he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of | her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears.<|quote|>"Some persons hold,"</|quote|>he pursued, still hesitating, "th... | respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and pas... | in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the pres... | with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I hav... | look of welcome?" "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was" Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usuall... | the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to mysel... | Hard Times |
he pursued, still hesitating, | No speaker | in tears. "Some persons hold,"<|quote|>he pursued, still hesitating,</|quote|>"that there is a wisdom | been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold,"<|quote|>he pursued, still hesitating,</|quote|>"that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that | her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold,"<|quote|>he pursued, still hesitating,</|quote|>"that there is a ... | appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsid... | were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the futu... | stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your fav... | "Oh no, Louisa, it was done before I came. It was" Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled... | suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of tha... | Hard Times |
"that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have n... | Thomas Gradgrind | hold," he pursued, still hesitating,<|quote|>"that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that... | her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating,<|quote|>"that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this m... | he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating,<|quote|>"that there is a wisdom of the Head, and th... | home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softe... | him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedl... | meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have i... | was done before I came. It was" Louisa turned upon her pillow, and heard no more. When her sister had withdrawn, she turned her head back again, and lay with her face towards the door, until it opened and her father entered. He had a jaded anxious look upon him, and his hand, usually steady, trembled in hers. He sat do... | in his. "My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced f... | Hard Times |
He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. | No speaker | instinct that is wanted, Louisa"<|quote|>He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night.</|quote|>"Louisa," and his hand rested | neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa"<|quote|>He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night.</|quote|>"Louisa," and his... | have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa"<|quote|>He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he w... | nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-suff... | time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay ... | hand, and retained it in his. "My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressur... | the necessity of her keeping very quiet after her agitation and exposure to the weather last night. He spoke in a subdued and troubled voice, very different from his usual dictatorial manner; and was often at a loss for words. "My dear Louisa. My poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped a... | painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added ... | Hard Times |
"Louisa," | Thomas Gradgrind | of his room last night.<|quote|>"Louisa,"</|quote|>and his hand rested on | her lying on the floor of his room last night.<|quote|>"Louisa,"</|quote|>and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have | the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night.<|quote|>"Louisa,"</|quote|>and his hand rested on her hair ... | not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very dou... | quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect tha... | hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her... | poor daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "My unfortunate child." The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again. "It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last ni... | see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to resp... | Hard Times |
and his hand rested on her hair again, | No speaker | his room last night. "Louisa,"<|quote|>and his hand rested on her hair again,</|quote|>"I have been absent from | lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa,"<|quote|>and his hand rested on her hair again,</|quote|>"I have been absent from here, my dear, a good | instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa,"<|quote|>and his hand rested on her hair again,</|quot... | supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfu... | of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he wou... | has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scatte... | daughter." He was so much at a loss at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "My unfortunate child." The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again. "It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. ... | tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." ... | Hard Times |
"I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," | Thomas Gradgrind | rested on her hair again,<|quote|>"I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system,"</|quote|>he appeared to come to | night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again,<|quote|>"I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system,"</|quote|>he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance | very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again,<|quote|>"I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of ... | mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to... | to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tear... | I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. ... | at that place, that he stopped altogether. He tried again. "My unfortunate child." The place was so difficult to get over, that he tried again. "It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceas... | in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the pres... | Hard Times |
he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, | No speaker | pursued according to the system,"<|quote|>he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always,</|quote|>"it has necessarily been modified | your sister's training has been pursued according to the system,"<|quote|>he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always,</|quote|>"it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in | half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system,"<|quote|>he appeared to come to that word with great ... | is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of ... | see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom ... | He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contri... | "It would be hopeless for me, Louisa, to endeavour to tell you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to questi... | looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation... | Hard Times |
"it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" | Thomas Gradgrind | word with great reluctance always,<|quote|>"it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?"</|quote|>"Father," she replied, without stirring, | appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always,<|quote|>"it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?"</|quote|>"Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been | of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always,<|quote|>"it has necessarily been modified by d... | have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested... | softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mi... | face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with h... | you how overwhelmed I have been, and still am, by what broke upon me last night. The ground on which I stand has ceased to be solid under my feet. The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these disc... | at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion th... | Hard Times |
"Father," | Louisa Bounderby | the better, do you think?"<|quote|>"Father,"</|quote|>she replied, without stirring, "if | and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?"<|quote|>"Father,"</|quote|>she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened | sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?"<|quote|>"Father,"</|quote|>... | no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he app... | persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that... | another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present... | The only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give h... | forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past... | Hard Times |
she replied, without stirring, | No speaker | better, do you think?" "Father,"<|quote|>she replied, without stirring,</|quote|>"if any harmony has been | humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father,"<|quote|>she replied, without stirring,</|quote|>"if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast | training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father,"<|quote|>she replied, witho... | answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appear... | hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other k... | man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the... | only support on which I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him n... | Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of existence with greater singleness of purpose than many of the blatant personages whose company he kept. "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. ... | Hard Times |
"if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." | Louisa Bounderby | "Father," she replied, without stirring,<|quote|>"if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way."</|quote|>"O my child, my child!" | the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring,<|quote|>"if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way."</|quote|>"O my ch... | according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring,<|quote|>"if any harmo... | on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word w... | hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be w... | in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreserv... | I leaned, and the strength of which it seemed, and still does seem, impossible to question, has given way in an instant. I am stunned by these discoveries. I have no selfish meaning in what I say; but I find the shock of what broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She ... | "I am well assured of what you say, father. I know I have been your favourite child. I know you have intended to make me happy. I have never blamed you, and I never shall." He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his. "My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so pa... | Hard Times |
"O my child, my child!" | Thomas Gradgrind | she has avoided my way."<|quote|>"O my child, my child!"</|quote|>he said, in a forlorn | as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way."<|quote|>"O my child, my child!"</|quote|>he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy | think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way."<|quote|>"O my child, my child!"</|quote|>he ... | your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied,... | all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still hal... | should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; th... | broke upon me last night, to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for min... | for years; when I consider under what immediate pressure it has been forced from you at last; I come to the conclusion that I cannot but mistrust myself." He might have added more than all, when he saw the face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead... | Hard Times |
he said, in a forlorn manner, | No speaker | "O my child, my child!"<|quote|>he said, in a forlorn manner,</|quote|>"I am an unhappy man | she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!"<|quote|>he said, in a forlorn manner,</|quote|>"I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What | stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!"<|quote|>he said, in a forlorn manner,</|quote|>"I am an unh... | pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmo... | this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her... | the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct sup... | to be very heavy indeed." She could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that ... | and I never shall." He took her outstretched hand, and retained it in his. "My dear, I have remained all night at my table, pondering again and again on what has so painfully passed between us. When I consider your character; when I consider that what has been known to me for hours, has been concealed by you for years;... | Hard Times |
"I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" | Thomas Gradgrind | said, in a forlorn manner,<|quote|>"I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!"</|quote|>He bent his head, and | my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner,<|quote|>"I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!"</|quote|>He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, | awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner,<|quote|>"I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to ... | appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young bre... | If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his ... | speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be ... | could give him no comfort herein. She had suffered the wreck of her whole life upon the rock. "I will not say, Louisa, that if you had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of... | but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he... | Hard Times |
He bent his head, and spoke low to her. | No speaker | I so bitterly reproach myself!"<|quote|>He bent his head, and spoke low to her.</|quote|>"Louisa, I have a misgiving | do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!"<|quote|>He bent his head, and spoke low to her.</|quote|>"Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have | way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!"<|quote|>He bent his head, and spoke low to her.</|quote|>"Louisa, I have ... | I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that s... | as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sis... | fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm... | had by any happy chance undeceived me some time ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I mu... | perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of hap... | Hard Times |
"Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" | Thomas Gradgrind | and spoke low to her.<|quote|>"Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?"</|quote|>She made him no reply. | myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her.<|quote|>"Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?"</|quote|>She made him no repl... | has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her.<|quote|>"Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working ... | the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" h... | even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according... | I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wi... | ago, it would have been better for us both; better for your peace, and better for mine. For I am sensible that it may not have been a part of my system to invite any confidence of that kind. I had proved my my system to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I on... | face now looking at him. He did add it in effect, perhaps, as he softly moved her scattered hair from her forehead with his hand. Such little actions, slight in another man, were very noticeable in him; and his daughter received them as if they had been words of contrition. "But," said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with h... | Hard Times |
She made him no reply. | No speaker | silently. Can it be so?"<|quote|>She made him no reply.</|quote|>"I am not too proud | Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?"<|quote|>She made him no reply.</|quote|>"I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How | and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?"<|quote|>She made him no reply.</|quote|>"I am not too proud to b... | her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may ha... | my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the bett... | She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pu... | to myself, and I have rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I only entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I have meant to do right." He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over th... | of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He ... | Hard Times |
"I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" | Thomas Gradgrind | She made him no reply.<|quote|>"I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?"</|quote|>He looked upon her once | silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply.<|quote|>"I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?"</|quote|>He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; | "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply.<|quote|>"I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I ... | has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me... | of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "F... | pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating,... | rigidly administered it; and I must bear the responsibility of its failures. I only entreat you to believe, my favourite child, that I have meant to do right." He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his ru... | the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much... | Hard Times |
He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that the involuntary l... | No speaker | Is it so, my dear?"<|quote|>He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress... | me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?"<|quote|>He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be se... | had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?"<|quote|>He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word w... | to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing s... | necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank ... | was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself ... | right." He said it earnestly, and to do him justice he had. In gauging fathomless deeps with his little mean excise-rod, and in staggering over the universe with his rusty stiff-legged compasses, he had meant to do great things. Within the limits of his short tether he had tumbled about, annihilating the flowers of exi... | from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter f... | Hard Times |
"I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" | Cecilia Jupe | stood placidly near the bedside.<|quote|>"I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?"</|quote|>"Why should you stay with | Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside.<|quote|>"I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?"</|quote|>"Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss | being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside.<|quote|>"I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come t... | that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their... | dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that the involuntary look she had so resented should come to this fulfilment, smouldered within her like an unwholesome fire. All closely imprisoned forces rend and destroy. The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat tha... | it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!... | said Mr. Gradgrind, slowly, and with hesitation, as well as with a wretched sense of happiness, "if I see reason to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might hav... | the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! If that other kind of wisdom should be what I have neglected, and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no a... | Hard Times |
"Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." | Louisa Bounderby | let me stay with you?"<|quote|>"Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her."</|quote|>"Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking | to ask if you would let me stay with you?"<|quote|>"Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her."</|quote|>"Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be | were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?"<|quote|>"Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are e... | it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As ... | come to this fulfilment, smouldered within her like an unwholesome fire. All closely imprisoned forces rend and destroy. The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, lon... | greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have b... | to mistrust myself for the past, Louisa, I should also mistrust myself for the present and the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the ... | his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe ... | Hard Times |
"Am I?" | Cecilia Jupe | You are everything to her."<|quote|>"Am I?"</|quote|>returned Sissy, shaking her head. | My sister will miss you. You are everything to her."<|quote|>"Am I?"</|quote|>returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to | herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her."<|quote|>"Am I?"</|quote|>returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would... | thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood... | and destroy. The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch... | a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the... | the future. To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for th... | he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: t... | Hard Times |
returned Sissy, shaking her head. | No speaker | everything to her." "Am I?"<|quote|>returned Sissy, shaking her head.</|quote|>"I would be something to | will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?"<|quote|>returned Sissy, shaking her head.</|quote|>"I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" | sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?"<|quote|>returned Sissy, shaking her head.</|quote|>"I would be something... | she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near... | The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon he... | manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had ... | To speak unreservedly to you, I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to ... | am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone... | Hard Times |
"I would be something to you, if I might." | Cecilia Jupe | returned Sissy, shaking her head.<|quote|>"I would be something to you, if I might."</|quote|>"What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. | everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head.<|quote|>"I would be something to you, if I might."</|quote|>"What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if | that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head.<|quote|>"I would be something to you, if I might."</|quote|>"Wha... | with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have... | healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she u... | man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not... | I do. I am far from feeling convinced now, however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature... | would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and t... | Hard Times |
"What?" | Louisa Bounderby | to you, if I might."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever | head. "I would be something to you, if I might."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I | I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might."<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you wan... | watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you woul... | it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asle... | me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing sile... | however differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my ... | my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that the inv... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, almost sternly. | No speaker | you, if I might." "What?"<|quote|>said Louisa, almost sternly.</|quote|>"Whatever you want most, if | "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?"<|quote|>said Louisa, almost sternly.</|quote|>"Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At | have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?"<|quote|>said Louisa, almost sternly.</|quote|>"Whatever you want ... | some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me ... | the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asleep. ... | that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silentl... | differently I might have felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." ... | her like an unwholesome fire. All closely imprisoned forces rend and destroy. The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of ... | Hard Times |
"Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" | Cecilia Jupe | "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly.<|quote|>"Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?"</|quote|>"My father sent you to | to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly.<|quote|>"Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?"</|quote|>"My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied | I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly.<|quote|>"Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all ... | way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why s... | ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand... | reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?... | felt only this time yesterday, that I am fit for the trust you repose in me; that I know how to respond to the appeal you have come home to make to me; that I have the right instinct supposing it for the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her p... | stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see y... | Hard Times |
"My father sent you to ask me." | Louisa Bounderby | trying. Will you let me?"<|quote|>"My father sent you to ask me."</|quote|>"No indeed," replied Sissy. "He | I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?"<|quote|>"My father sent you to ask me."</|quote|>"No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might | if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?"<|quote|>"My father sent you to ask me."</|quote|>"No indeed," replied Sissy. "He to... | bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you wan... | and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made t... | the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word ... | the moment to be some quality of that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much... | earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself... | Hard Times |
"No indeed," | Cecilia Jupe | sent you to ask me."<|quote|>"No indeed,"</|quote|>replied Sissy. "He told me | you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me."<|quote|>"No indeed,"</|quote|>replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in | sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me."<|quote|>"No indeed,"</|quote|>replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he se... | you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all eve... | supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touch... | not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not be... | that nature how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would ... | made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew ... | Hard Times |
replied Sissy. | No speaker | to ask me." "No indeed,"<|quote|>replied Sissy.</|quote|>"He told me that I | me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed,"<|quote|>replied Sissy.</|quote|>"He told me that I might come in now, but | you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed,"<|quote|>replied Sissy.</|quote|>"He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the... | have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I ... | have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and... | the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long ... | how to help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been gl... | low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How coul... | Hard Times |
"He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" | Cecilia Jupe | me." "No indeed," replied Sissy.<|quote|>"He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least"</|quote|>She hesitated and stopped. "At | father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy.<|quote|>"He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least"</|quote|>She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with | most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy.<|quote|>"He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning... | to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like... | asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew th... | may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when... | help you, and to set you right, my child." She had turned upon her pillow, and lay with her face upon her arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to s... | been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon her happier way, taking it as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me ... | Hard Times |
She hesitated and stopped. | No speaker | this morning or at least"<|quote|>She hesitated and stopped.</|quote|>"At least, what?" said Louisa, | me away from the room this morning or at least"<|quote|>She hesitated and stopped.</|quote|>"At least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon | And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least"<|quote|>She hesitated and stopped.</|quote|>"At least, what?" said Louisa, with he... | are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will ... | a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired... | Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her ... | arm, so that he could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, a... | it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did n... | Hard Times |
"At least, what?" | Louisa Bounderby | least" She hesitated and stopped.<|quote|>"At least, what?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with her searching | room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped.<|quote|>"At least, what?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her. "I thought | that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped.<|quote|>"At least, what?"</|quote|>said Louisa, with her searching eyes upo... | "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father ... | thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood... | be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger t... | could not see it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is... | and destroy. The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her. | No speaker | and stopped. "At least, what?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her.</|quote|>"I thought it best myself | or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her.</|quote|>"I thought it best myself that I should be sent | I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?"<|quote|>said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her.</|quote|>"I tho... | Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask m... | rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the... | you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be... | it. All her wildness and passion had subsided; but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of t... | It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse he... | Hard Times |
"I thought it best myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here." | Cecilia Jupe | her searching eyes upon her.<|quote|>"I thought it best myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here."</|quote|>"Have I always hated you | least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her.<|quote|>"I thought it best myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here."</|quote|>"Have I always hated you so much?" "I hope not, | let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her.<|quote|>"I thought it best myself that I should be sent away,... | to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me tha... | the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. ... | it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that ... | but, though softened, she was not in tears. Her father was changed in nothing so much as in the respect that he would have been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I hav... | Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone... | Hard Times |
"Have I always hated you so much?" | Louisa Bounderby | like to find me here."<|quote|>"Have I always hated you so much?"</|quote|>"I hope not, for I | very uncertain whether you would like to find me here."<|quote|>"Have I always hated you so much?"</|quote|>"I hope not, for I have always loved you, and | sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her. "I thought it best myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here."<|quote|>"Have I always hated you so much?"</|quote|>"I... | like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?... | tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to ... | had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that the involuntary look she had so resented should come to this fulfilment, smouldered within her like an unwholesome fire.... | been glad to see her in tears. "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I ventu... | supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touch... | Hard Times |
"I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, and I knew so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to comp... | Cecilia Jupe | always hated you so much?"<|quote|>"I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, and I knew so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other ... | find me here." "Have I always hated you so much?"<|quote|>"I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, and I knew so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going a... | morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her. "I thought it best myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here." "Have I always hated you so much?"<|quote|>"I hope not, for I have always loved you, a... | it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with her se... | cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, s... | heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that the involuntary look she had so resented should come to this fulfilment, smouldered within her like an unwholesome fire. All closely imprisoned forces re... | "Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart. I have not supposed so; but, as I have said, I mistrust myself now. I have supposed the head to be all-sufficient. It may not be all-sufficient; how can I venture this morning to say it is! I... | as her greatest blessing that she has avoided my way." "O my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may... | Hard Times |
Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. | No speaker | was not at all hurt."<|quote|>Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her.</|quote|>"May I try?" said Sissy, | nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt."<|quote|>Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her.</|quote|>"May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand | a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, and I knew so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt."<|quote|>Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa underst... | myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here." "Have I always hated you so much?" "I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You ... | might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might com... | enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fall... | and should be the instinct that is wanted, Louisa" He suggested it very doubtfully, as if he were half unwilling to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair aga... | come to this fulfilment, smouldered within her like an unwholesome fire. All closely imprisoned forces rend and destroy. The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, lon... | Hard Times |
"May I try?" | Cecilia Jupe | and her heart smote her.<|quote|>"May I try?"</|quote|>said Sissy, emboldened to raise | Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her.<|quote|>"May I try?"</|quote|>said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck | so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her.<|quote|>"May I try?"</|quote|>said Sissy, emboldened t... | "Have I always hated you so much?" "I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, and I knew so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other ... | like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?... | strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It... | to admit it even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursu... | He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that the involuntary look she had so resented should come to this fulfilment, smouldered within her like an unwholesome fi... | Hard Times |
said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping towards her. Louisa, taking down the hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it in one of hers, and answered: | No speaker | smote her. "May I try?"<|quote|>said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping towards her. Louisa, taking down the hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it in one of hers, and answered:</|quote|>"First, Sissy, do you know | loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?"<|quote|>said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping towards her. Louisa, taking down the hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it in one of hers, and answered:</|quote|>"First, Sissy, do you know what I am? ... | it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?"<|quote|>said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the ... | hated you so much?" "I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, and I knew so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I... | to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louis... | possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood herself to be supposed to have fallen asleep. The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into... | even now. She made him no answer, lying before him on her bed, still half-dressed, much as he had seen her lying on the floor of his room last night. "Louisa," and his hand rested on her hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according... | He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, and knew that some one stood beside her. She did not raise her head. A dull anger that she should be seen in her distress, and that the involuntary look she had so resented should come to this fulfilment, smouldered within her like an unwholesome fi... | Hard Times |
"First, Sissy, do you know what I am? I am so proud and so hardened, so confused and troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?" | Louisa Bounderby | one of hers, and answered:<|quote|>"First, Sissy, do you know what I am? I am so proud and so hardened, so confused and troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?"</|quote|>"No!" "I am so unhappy, | another moment, held it in one of hers, and answered:<|quote|>"First, Sissy, do you know what I am? I am so proud and so hardened, so confused and troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?"</|quote|>"No!" "I am so unhappy, a... | Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping towards her. Louisa, taking down the hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it in one of hers, and answered:<|quote|>"First, Sissy, do you kno... | wondered at it. You knew so much, and I knew so little, and it was so natural in many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I tr... | told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her. "I thought it best myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here." "Have I alway... | The sympathetic hand did not claim her resentment. Let it lie there, let it lie. It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there... | hair again, "I have been absent from here, my dear, a good deal of late; and though your sister's training has been pursued according to the system," he appeared to come to that word with great reluctance always, "it has necessarily been modified by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you igno... | to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obduracy, that rose against a friend. It was well that soft touch came upon her neck, and that she understood ... | Hard Times |
"No!" | Cecilia Jupe | Does not that repel you?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>"I am so unhappy, and | dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>"I am so unhappy, and all that should have made | it in one of hers, and answered: "First, Sissy, do you know what I am? I am so proud and so hardened, so confused and troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>"I am so unhappy, and all that should ha... | as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping towards her. Louisa, taking down the hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it in one of hers, and answ... | should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here." "Have I always hated you so much?" "I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, ... | tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay ... | by daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon... | Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "... | Hard Times |
"I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me otherwise is so laid waste, that if I had been bereft of sense to this hour, and instead of being as learned as you think me, had to begin to acquire the simplest truths, I could not want a guide to peace, contentment, honour, all the good of which I am quite devoid, m... | Louisa Bounderby | not that repel you?" "No!"<|quote|>"I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me otherwise is so laid waste, that if I had been bereft of sense to this hour, and instead of being as learned as you think me, had to begin to acquire the simplest truths, I could not want a guide to peace, contentment, honour, all the... | and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?" "No!"<|quote|>"I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me otherwise is so laid waste, that if I had been bereft of sense to this hour, and instead of being as learned as you think me, had to begin to acquire the simplest truths, I could not want a guide to peace, conte... | in one of hers, and answered: "First, Sissy, do you know what I am? I am so proud and so hardened, so confused and troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?" "No!"<|quote|>"I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me o... | she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping towards her. Louisa, taking down the hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it in one of hers, and answere... | be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here." "Have I always hated you so much?" "I hope not, for I have always loved you, and have always wished that you should know it. But you changed to me a little, shortly before you left home. Not that I wondered at it. You knew so much, and I k... | made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with y... | daily associations begun, in her case, at an early age. I ask you ignorantly and humbly, my daughter for the better, do you think?" "Father," she replied, without stirring, "if any harmony has been awakened in her young breast that was mute in mine until it turned to discord, let her thank Heaven for it, and go upon he... | you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I... | Hard Times |
"No!" | Cecilia Jupe | Does not that repel you?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>In the innocence of her | more abjectly than I do. Does not that repel you?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming | to this hour, and instead of being as learned as you think me, had to begin to acquire the simplest truths, I could not want a guide to peace, contentment, honour, all the good of which I am quite devoid, more abjectly than I do. Does not that repel you?"<|quote|>"No!"</|quote|>In the innocence of her brave affection, ... | troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?" "No!" "I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me otherwise is so laid waste, that if I had been bereft of sense to this hour, and instead of being as learned as you think me... | many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly droo... | miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of... | my child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere ... | natural in many ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was inse... | Hard Times |
In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spirit, the once deserted girl shone like a beautiful light upon the darkness of the other. Louisa raised the hand that it might clasp her neck and join its fellow there. She fell upon her knees, and clinging to this stroller's child looked... | No speaker | not that repel you?" "No!"<|quote|>In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spirit, the once deserted girl shone like a beautiful light upon the darkness of the other. Louisa raised the hand that it might clasp her neck and join its fellow there. She fell upon her knees, and cling... | abjectly than I do. Does not that repel you?" "No!"<|quote|>In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spirit, the once deserted girl shone like a beautiful light upon the darkness of the other. Louisa raised the hand that it might clasp her neck and join its fellow there. She fell ... | this hour, and instead of being as learned as you think me, had to begin to acquire the simplest truths, I could not want a guide to peace, contentment, honour, all the good of which I am quite devoid, more abjectly than I do. Does not that repel you?" "No!"<|quote|>In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brim... | so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?" "No!" "I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me otherwise is so laid waste, that if I had been bereft of sense to this hour, and instead of being as learned as you think me, had to b... | ways, going as you were among other friends, that I had nothing to complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping ... | you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I can. And however far off that may be, I will never tire of tryi... | child, my child!" he said, in a forlorn manner, "I am an unhappy man to see you thus! What avails it to me that you do not reproach me, if I so bitterly reproach myself!" He bent his head, and spoke low to her. "Louisa, I have a misgiving that some change may have been slowly working about me in this house, by mere lov... | it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside. "I hope I have not disturbed you. I have come to ask if you would let me stay with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I... | Hard Times |
"Forgive me, pity me, help me! Have compassion on my great need, and let me lay this head of mine upon a loving heart!" | Louisa Bounderby | at her almost with veneration.<|quote|>"Forgive me, pity me, help me! Have compassion on my great need, and let me lay this head of mine upon a loving heart!"</|quote|>"O lay it here!" cried | this stroller's child looked up at her almost with veneration.<|quote|>"Forgive me, pity me, help me! Have compassion on my great need, and let me lay this head of mine upon a loving heart!"</|quote|>"O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my | devoted spirit, the once deserted girl shone like a beautiful light upon the darkness of the other. Louisa raised the hand that it might clasp her neck and join its fellow there. She fell upon her knees, and clinging to this stroller's child looked up at her almost with veneration.<|quote|>"Forgive me, pity me, help me... | begin to acquire the simplest truths, I could not want a guide to peace, contentment, honour, all the good of which I am quite devoid, more abjectly than I do. Does not that repel you?" "No!" In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spirit, the once deserted girl shone like a beau... | hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it in one of hers, and answered: "First, Sissy, do you know what I am? I am so proud and so hardened, so confused and troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?" "No!"... | trying. Will you let me?" "My father sent you to ask me." "No indeed," replied Sissy. "He told me that I might come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her. "I thought it best myself that I should be s... | love and gratitude: that what the Head had left undone and could not do, the Heart may have been doing silently. Can it be so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away th... | with you?" "Why should you stay with me? My sister will miss you. You are everything to her." "Am I?" returned Sissy, shaking her head. "I would be something to you, if I might." "What?" said Louisa, almost sternly. "Whatever you want most, if I could be that. At all events, I would like to try to be as near it as I ca... | Hard Times |
"O lay it here!" | Cecilia Jupe | mine upon a loving heart!"<|quote|>"O lay it here!"</|quote|>cried Sissy. "Lay it here, | me lay this head of mine upon a loving heart!"<|quote|>"O lay it here!"</|quote|>cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY | clasp her neck and join its fellow there. She fell upon her knees, and clinging to this stroller's child looked up at her almost with veneration. "Forgive me, pity me, help me! Have compassion on my great need, and let me lay this head of mine upon a loving heart!"<|quote|>"O lay it here!"</|quote|>cried Sissy. "Lay it... | devoid, more abjectly than I do. Does not that repel you?" "No!" In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spirit, the once deserted girl shone like a beautiful light upon the darkness of the other. Louisa raised the hand that it might clasp her neck and join its fellow there. She ... | am? I am so proud and so hardened, so confused and troubled, so resentful and unjust to every one and to myself, that everything is stormy, dark, and wicked to me. Does not that repel you?" "No!" "I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me otherwise is so laid waste, that if I had been bereft of sense to this ho... | now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At least, what?" said Louisa, with her searching eyes upon her. "I thought it best myself that I should be sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you would like to find me here." "Have I always hated you so much?" "I hope... | so?" She made him no reply. "I am not too proud to believe it, Louisa. How could I be arrogant, and you before me! Can it be so? Is it so, my dear?" He looked upon her once more, lying cast away there; and without another word went out of the room. He had not been long gone, when she heard a light tread near the door, ... | hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her heart smote her. "May I try?" said Sissy, emboldened to raise her hand to the neck that was insensibly drooping towards her. Louisa, taking down the hand that would have embraced her in another moment, held it i... | Hard Times |
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