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cried Sissy. | No speaker | heart!" "O lay it here!"<|quote|>cried Sissy.</|quote|>"Lay it here, my dear." | of mine upon a loving heart!" "O lay it here!"<|quote|>cried Sissy.</|quote|>"Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. | 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!" "O lay it here!"<|quote|>cried Sissy.</|quote|>"Lay it here, my dear." CH... | 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 fell upon her knees, and cl... | 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 hour, and inst... | 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 not, for I have ... | 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 that some... | 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 searchin... | Hard Times |
"Lay it here, my dear." | Cecilia Jupe | lay it here!" cried Sissy.<|quote|>"Lay it here, my dear."</|quote|>CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. | upon a loving heart!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy.<|quote|>"Lay it here, my dear."</|quote|>CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole | 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!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy.<|quote|>"Lay it here, my dear."</|quote|>CHAPTER II ... | 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 fell upon her knees, and clinging... | 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 hour, and instead of bei... | 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 not, for I have always l... | "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 that some one stood... | 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?" returned ... | Hard Times |
CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. He was positively agitated. He several times... | No speaker | "Lay it here, my dear."<|quote|>CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. He was posit... | lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear."<|quote|>CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and j... | 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!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear."<|quote|>CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE p... | "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 fell upon her knees, and clinging to this stroller's child ... | 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... | 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 not, for I have always loved you, and have always w... | 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 that some one stood beside her. She did... | 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 sent away, for I felt very uncertain whether you w... | Hard Times |
"Well! I don't know," | Young Thomas | the company of that griffin!<|quote|>"Well! I don't know,"</|quote|>said Tom, who had his | reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin!<|quote|>"Well! I don't know,"</|quote|>said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy | nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin!<|quote|>"Well! I don't know,"</|quote|>said Tom, who h... | down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to t... | horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fury, charging the porter who kept watch wi... | 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 fell upon her knees, and cl... | 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 can. And however far off ... | a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fury, ch... | Hard Times |
said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. | No speaker | griffin! "Well! I don't know,"<|quote|>said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it.</|quote|>"She was off somewhere at | for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know,"<|quote|>said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it.</|quote|>"She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always | to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know,"<|quote|>said Tom, who had his own reasons for being... | house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the ... | circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fury, charging the porter who kept watch with delinquency in withholdi... | 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 fell upon her knees, and clinging to this ... | 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 can. And however far off that may be, I wil... | 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... | Hard Times |
"She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." | Young Thomas | for being uneasy about it.<|quote|>"She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow."</|quote|>"Where were you last night, | who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it.<|quote|>"She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow."</|quote|>"Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last | Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it.<|quote|>"She was off somewhere at daybreak ... | town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. B... | prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fury, charging the porter who kept watch with delinquency in withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted... | 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 up at her almost with veneration. "Forgive m... | 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 sent you... | 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!" "I am so unhappy, and all that should have made me otherwise is so laid waste, t... | Hard Times |
"Where were you last night, Tom?" | Mr. James Harthouse | blinking eyes upon a fellow."<|quote|>"Where were you last night, Tom?"</|quote|>"Where was I last night!" | chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow."<|quote|>"Where were you last night, Tom?"</|quote|>"Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like | of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow."<|quote|>"Where were you last night, Tom?"</|quote|>"Wh... | circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, w... | with the greatest fury, charging the porter who kept watch with delinquency in withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and demanding restitution on the spot. The dawn coming, the morning coming, and the day coming, and neither message nor letter coming with either, he went dow... | 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!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTE... | 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 come in now, but he sent me away from the room this morning or at least" She hesitated and stopped. "At leas... | 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!" "I am so unhappy, and all that sh... | Hard Times |
"Where was I last night!" | Young Thomas | were you last night, Tom?"<|quote|>"Where was I last night!"</|quote|>said Tom. "Come! I like | eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?"<|quote|>"Where was I last night!"</|quote|>said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for | know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?"<|quote|>"Where was I last night!"</|quote|>said Tom.... | but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being une... | porter who kept watch with delinquency in withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and demanding restitution on the spot. The dawn coming, the morning coming, and the day coming, and neither message nor letter coming with either, he went down to the country house. There, the re... | 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!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAME... | 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 Louisa, ... | 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, more abjec... | Hard Times |
said Tom. | No speaker | "Where was I last night!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Come! I like that. I | were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. | his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!"<|quote|>said Tom.</|quote|>"Come! I like that. I wa... | town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She wa... | delinquency in withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and demanding restitution on the spot. The dawn coming, the morning coming, and the day coming, and neither message nor letter coming with either, he went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby awa... | 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!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whol... | 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 searchin... | in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all ... | Hard Times |
"Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." | Young Thomas | I last night!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean."</|quote|>"I was prevented from coming | last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean."</|quote|>"I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two | reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom.<|quote|>"Come! I like that. I was waiting for you... | went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off som... | withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and demanding restitution on the spot. The dawn coming, the morning coming, and the day coming, and neither message nor letter coming with either, he went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bou... | 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!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and... | 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 searching eyes ... | like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fur... | Hard Times |
"I was prevented from coming detained." | Mr. James Harthouse | Where were you, you mean."<|quote|>"I was prevented from coming detained."</|quote|>"Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of | before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean."<|quote|>"I was prevented from coming detained."</|quote|>"Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was | blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean."<|quote|>"I was prevented from coming detained."</|quote|>"Deta... | sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last ... | message nor letter coming with either, he went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstanc... | upon a loving heart!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the... | 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 always hated you s... | 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!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II... | Hard Times |
"Detained!" | Young Thomas | was prevented from coming detained."<|quote|>"Detained!"</|quote|>murmured Tom. "Two of us | were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained."<|quote|>"Detained!"</|quote|>murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained | were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained."<|quote|>"Detained!"</|quote|>murmured Tom. "Two of us were ... | that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night... | he went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow ... | it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular membe... | 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 not, for... | 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!" In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spirit, the once deserte... | Hard Times |
murmured Tom. | No speaker | prevented from coming detained." "Detained!"<|quote|>murmured Tom.</|quote|>"Two of us were detained. | you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!"<|quote|>murmured Tom.</|quote|>"Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for | you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!"<|quote|>murmured Tom.</|quote|>"Two of us were detai... | griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" sa... | went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her... | here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. ... | 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 not, for I ... | 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 beautiful light upon the darkness of the other. Louisa... | Hard Times |
"Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." | Young Thomas | coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom.<|quote|>"Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all."</|quote|>"Where?" "Wh... | mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom.<|quote|>"Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town afte... | night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom.<|quote|>"Two of us were detained. I was detaine... | I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I... | to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. ... | Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. He was positi... | 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 not, for I have alw... | 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. "Forgive me, pity me, help me! Have compassion on my great need, and let me lay th... | Hard Times |
"Where?" | Mr. James Harthouse | sleep in town after all."<|quote|>"Where?"</|quote|>"Where? Why, in my own | pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all."<|quote|>"Where?"</|quote|>"Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you | us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all."<|quote|>"Where?"</|quote|>"Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you se... | "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, ti... | but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being une... | honourable and jocular member. He was positively agitated. He several times spoke with an emphasis, similar to the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go ... | 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 had n... | was positively agitated. He several times spoke with an emphasis, similar to the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner presc... | Hard Times |
"Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." | Young Thomas | in town after all." "Where?"<|quote|>"Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's."</|quote|>"Did you see your sister?" | I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?"<|quote|>"Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's."</|quote|>"Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, | were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?"<|quote|>"Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's."</|quote|>"Did you see y... | was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lo... | to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy ... | and jocular member. He was positively agitated. He several times spoke with an emphasis, similar to the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for bore... | 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 had nothi... | could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and demanding restitution on the spot. The dawn coming, the morning coming, and the day coming, and neither message nor letter coming with either, he went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenl... | Hard Times |
"Did you see your sister?" | Mr. James Harthouse | my own bed at Bounderby's."<|quote|>"Did you see your sister?"</|quote|>"How the deuce," returned Tom, | all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's."<|quote|>"Did you see your sister?"</|quote|>"How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my | till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's."<|quote|>"Did you see your sister?"</|quote|>"How the deuce," returned Tom, sta... | like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would ... | the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere a... | several times spoke with an emphasis, similar to the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. Af... | 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 complain of, and was not at ... | me, pity me, help me! Have compassion on my great need, and let me lay this head of mine upon a loving heart!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, ... | Hard Times |
"How the deuce," | Young Thomas | "Did you see your sister?"<|quote|>"How the deuce,"</|quote|>returned Tom, staring, "could I | my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?"<|quote|>"How the deuce,"</|quote|>returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she | but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?"<|quote|>"How the deuce,"</|quote|>returned Tom, staring, "could I see my si... | for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job ... | Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning.... | emphasis, similar to the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Cok... | 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 complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose ... | but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being une... | Hard Times |
returned Tom, staring, | No speaker | your sister?" "How the deuce,"<|quote|>returned Tom, staring,</|quote|>"could I see my sister | at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce,"<|quote|>returned Tom, staring,</|quote|>"could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles | It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce,"<|quote|>returned Tom, staring,</|quote|>"could I see my sister when she ... | Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by... | He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of... | the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the sto... | 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 complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it mode... | RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. He was positively agitated. He several times spoke with an e... | Hard Times |
"could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" | Young Thomas | the deuce," returned Tom, staring,<|quote|>"could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?"</|quote|>Cursing these quick retorts of | you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring,<|quote|>"could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?"</|quote|>Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom | been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring,<|quote|>"could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?"... | came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a nig... | at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I h... | He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a... | 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 complain of, and was not at all hurt." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurried... | agitated. He several times spoke with an emphasis, similar to the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable way, like a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the au... | Hard Times |
Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or ... | No speaker | she was fifteen miles off?"<|quote|>Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It w... | I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?"<|quote|>Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only ... | a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?"<|quote|>Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentl... | was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was oblige... | Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinki... | a man without an object. He rode like a highwayman. In a word, he was so horribly bored by existing circumstances, that he forgot to go in for boredom in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringi... | 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." Her colour rose as she said it modestly and hurriedly. Louisa understood the loving pretence, and her hear... | 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 beautiful light upon the darkness of the other. Louisa raised the hand that it might clasp her neck and jo... | Hard Times |
"So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," | Mr. James Harthouse | What will be, will be.<|quote|>"So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine,"</|quote|>said Mr. James Harthou... | As to all the rest What will be, will be.<|quote|>"So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine,"</|quote|>sai... | or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be.<|quote|>"So, whether I am waiting for a hostile m... | hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he ... | the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fif... | for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby aw... | 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 begin to acquire the simplest truths, I could not wan... | town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She wa... | Hard Times |
said Mr. James Harthouse. | No speaker | state of affairs I'll dine,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse.</|quote|>"Bounderby has the advantage in | anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse.</|quote|>"Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if | rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse.<... | they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whet... | "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and deba... | the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere a... | 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!" In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spir... | full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you,... | Hard Times |
"Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training." | Mr. James Harthouse | dine," said Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training."</|quote|>Therefore he rang the bell, | present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training."</|quote|>Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on | will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse.<|quote|>"Bounderby has the ... | some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a ho... | sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundre... | Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this mor... | 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!" In the innocence of her brave affection, and the brimming up of her old devoted spirit, the once deserte... | letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and demanding restitution on the spot. The dawn coming, the morning coming, and the day coming, and neither message nor letter coming with either, he went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in to... | Hard Times |
Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered | No speaker | well to be in training."<|quote|>Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered</|quote|>"Some dinner at six with | us, it may be as well to be in training."<|quote|>Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered</|quote|>"Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it," and | which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training."<|quote|>Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself ... | that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in... | so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so har... | company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I... | 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 ... | in the manner prescribed by the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fury, charging the porter who kept watch with delinquency in withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have ... | Hard Times |
"Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it," | Mr. James Harthouse | negligently on a sofa, ordered<|quote|>"Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it,"</|quote|>and got through the intervening | the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered<|quote|>"Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it,"</|quote|>and got through the intervening time as well as he | affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training." Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered<|quote|>"Some dinner at six with a beefsteak ... | to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthous... | smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischan... | own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr... | 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 up... | that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night... | Hard Times |
and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, a... | No speaker | with a beefsteak in it,"<|quote|>and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly a... | ordered "Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it,"<|quote|>and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However,... | the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training." Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered "Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it,"<|quote|>and got through the intervening time as well as he co... | "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in poin... | hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he ... | off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw ... | 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 up at her almost with veneration. "Forgive me, pity me, h... | his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got his blinking eyes upon a fellow." "Where were you last night, Tom?" "Where was I last night!" said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you... | Hard Times |
"It wouldn't be bad," | Young Thomas | the training more than once.<|quote|>"It wouldn't be bad,"</|quote|>he yawned at one time, | with the facetious idea of the training more than once.<|quote|>"It wouldn't be bad,"</|quote|>he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five | in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once.<|quote|>"It wouldn't be bad... | it may be as well to be in training." Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered "Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it," and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went o... | where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner w... | Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep ... | lay this head of mine upon a loving heart!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as ... | away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't know," said Tom, who had his own reasons for being uneasy about it. "She was off somewhere at daybreak this morning. She's always full of mystery; I hate her. So I do that white chap; he's always got... | Hard Times |
he yawned at one time, | No speaker | once. "It wouldn't be bad,"<|quote|>he yawned at one time,</|quote|>"to give the waiter five | of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad,"<|quote|>he yawned at one time,</|quote|>"to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At | and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad,"<|quote|>he yawned at one time,</|... | well to be in training." Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered "Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it," and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kin... | to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as ... | mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." ... | mine upon a loving heart!" "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem o... | for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occur... | Hard Times |
"to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." | Young Thomas | he yawned at one time,<|quote|>"to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him."</|quote|>At another time it occurred | once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time,<|quote|>"to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him."</|quote|>At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow | on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time,<|quote|>"to give the waiter five ... | Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered "Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it," and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered ... | that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in... | coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my o... | "O lay it here!" cried Sissy. "Lay it here, my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocula... | comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all t... | Hard Times |
At another time it occurred to him, | No speaker | five shillings, and throw him."<|quote|>At another time it occurred to him,</|quote|>"Or a fellow of about | time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him."<|quote|>At another time it occurred to him,</|quote|>"Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might | perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him."<|quote|>At another time it occur... | on a sofa, ordered "Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it," and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. Howev... | he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr... | detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the ... | my dear." CHAPTER II VERY RIDICULOUS MR. JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. He was positively agitated. He sev... | Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby ... | Hard Times |
"Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." | Young Thomas | time it occurred to him,<|quote|>"Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour."</|quote|>But these jests did not | and throw him." At another time it occurred to him,<|quote|>"Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour."</|quote|>But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, | took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him,<|quote|>"Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen ... | six with a beefsteak in it," and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it... | rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounder... | till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I se... | JAMES HARTHOUSE passed a whole night and a day in a state of so much hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. He was positively agitated. He several times spoke with an emphasis, simila... | staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He ma... | Hard Times |
But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot... | No speaker | be hired by the hour."<|quote|>But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and o... | thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour."<|quote|>But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening... | with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour."<|quote|>But these jests did not tell materially on th... | he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea o... | or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature ... | to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts... | hurry, that the World, with its best glass in his eye, would scarcely have recognized him during that insane interval, as the brother Jem of the honourable and jocular member. He was positively agitated. He several times spoke with an emphasis, similar to the vulgar manner. He went in and went out in an unaccountable w... | waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleas... | Hard Times |
"like the Holy Office and slow torture." | Young Thomas | be as he expressed it,<|quote|>"like the Holy Office and slow torture."</|quote|>However, still true to his | to him, it began to be as he expressed it,<|quote|>"like the Holy Office and slow torture."</|quote|>However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the | the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it,<|quote|>"like the Holy Office an... | or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for ... | and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, a... | hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he ... | the authorities. After putting his horse at Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fury, charging the porter who kept watch with delinquency in withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and d... | present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training." Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered "Some dinner at six with a b... | Hard Times |
However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously... | No speaker | Holy Office and slow torture."<|quote|>However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter ... | he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture."<|quote|>However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this ... | footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture."<|quote|>However, still true t... | the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming... | well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetiou... | He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, what... | Coketown through the storm, as if it were a leap, he waited up all night: from time to time ringing his bell with the greatest fury, charging the porter who kept watch with delinquency in withholding letters or messages that could not fail to have been entrusted to him, and demanding restitution on the spot. The dawn c... | night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to wh... | Hard Times |
A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? | No speaker | wanted, sir, if you please."<|quote|>A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'?</|quote|>"Beg your pardon, sir. Young | "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please."<|quote|>A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'?</|quote|>"Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outsid... | he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please."<|quote|>A general recollect... | when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this cr... | bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It ... | known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would se... | and neither message nor letter coming with either, he went down to the country house. There, the report was, Mr. Bounderby away, and Mrs. Bounderby in town. Left for town suddenly last evening. Not even known to be gone until receipt of message, importing that her return was not to be expected for the present. In these... | was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so... | Hard Times |
"Outside? Where?" | Mr. James Harthouse | sir, wishes to see you."<|quote|>"Outside? Where?"</|quote|>"Outside this door, sir." Giving | pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you."<|quote|>"Outside? Where?"</|quote|>"Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage | you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you."<|quote|>"Outside? Where?"</|quote|>... | only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general r... | his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when... | with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training." Theref... | not to be expected for the present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of th... | or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to... | Hard Times |
Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the ... | No speaker | Where?" "Outside this door, sir."<|quote|>Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and pl... | wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir."<|quote|>Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he cond... | this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir."<|quote|>Giving the waiter to the... | this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind ... | they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and ... | Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training." Therefore he rang the bell, and tossin... | present. In these circumstances he had nothing for it but to follow her to town. He went to the house in town. Mrs. Bounderby not there. He looked in at the Bank. Mr. Bounderby away and Mrs. Sparsit away. Mrs. Sparsit away? Who could have been reduced to sudden extremity for the company of that griffin! "Well! I don't ... | and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, a... | Hard Times |
"I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" | Cecilia Jupe | substituted that consideration for herself.<|quote|>"I speak to Mr. Harthouse?"</|quote|>she said, when they were | her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself.<|quote|>"I speak to Mr. Harthouse?"</|quote|>she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He | than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself.<|quote|>"I speak to M... | that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face... | trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter... | compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of abou... | said Tom. "Come! I like that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but ... | might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occ... | Hard Times |
she said, when they were alone. | No speaker | "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>she said, when they were alone.</|quote|>"To Mr. Harthouse." He added | substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>she said, when they were alone.</|quote|>"To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you | believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?"<|quote|>she sa... | into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expr... | an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristlin... | affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might b... | that. I was waiting for you, Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have ... | the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis ... | Hard Times |
"To Mr. Harthouse." | Mr. James Harthouse | said, when they were alone.<|quote|>"To Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>He added in his mind, | speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone.<|quote|>"To Mr. Harthouse."</|quote|>He added in his mind, "And you speak to him | youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone.<|quote|>"To Mr. Ha... | whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She ... | when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he ... | in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But th... | Mr. Harthouse, till it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go dow... | he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was... | Hard Times |
He added in his mind, | No speaker | were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>He added in his mind,</|quote|>"And you speak to him | Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>He added in his mind,</|quote|>"And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes | expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse."<|quote|>He added... | never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afra... | appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted... | to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did no... | it came down as _I_ never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a ... | which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," s... | Hard Times |
"And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." | Mr. James Harthouse | He added in his mind,<|quote|>"And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard."</|quote|>"If I do not understand | were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind,<|quote|>"And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard."</|quote|>"If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" | not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind,<|quote|>"And you speak to him with... | dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconc... | mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Y... | with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the aftern... | never saw it come down before. Where was I too! Where were you, you mean." "I was prevented from coming detained." "Detained!" murmured Tom. "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to w... | as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious idea of the training more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired ... | Hard Times |
"If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" | Cecilia Jupe | so quiet) I ever heard."<|quote|>"If I do not understand and I do not, sir'"</|quote|>said Sissy, "what your honour | the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard."<|quote|>"If I do not understand and I do not, sir'"</|quote|>said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you | to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard."<|quote|>"If I do not understand and I do no... | the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consider... | Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block... | shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often wal... | "Two of us were detained. I was detained looking for you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your si... | as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the greatest perplexity, and, as the hours went on, and no kind of explanation offered itself, his perplexity augmented at compound interest. However, he took affairs as coolly as it was in human nature to do, and entertained himself with the facetious ide... | Hard Times |
said Sissy, | No speaker | and I do not, sir'"<|quote|>said Sissy,</|quote|>"what your honour as a | "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'"<|quote|>said Sissy,</|quote|>"what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in | Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'"<|quote|>said Sissy,</|quote|>"what your honour as a gentleman b... | at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she s... | ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthou... | him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of th... | you, till I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could... | the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant... | Hard Times |
"what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" | Cecilia Jupe | do not, sir'" said Sissy,<|quote|>"what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:"</|quote|>the blood really rose in | do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy,<|quote|>"what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:"</|quote|>the blood really rose in his face as she began | she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy,<|quote|>"what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other mat... | believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when... | waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurri... | a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window,... | I lost every train but the mail. It would have been a pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my ... | the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, s... | Hard Times |
the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: | No speaker | you to, in other matters:"<|quote|>the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words:</|quote|>"I am sure I may | honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:"<|quote|>the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words:</|quote|>"I am sure I may rely upon it to keep | his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:"<|quote|>the blood really rose in his face as she began in these w... | She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with... | "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Pl... | the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming... | pleasant job to go down by that on such a night, and have to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these ... | a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between... | Hard Times |
"I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" | Cecilia Jupe | she began in these words:<|quote|>"I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust"</|quote|>"You may, I assure you." | rose in his face as she began in these words:<|quote|>"I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust"</|quote|>"You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you | ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words:<|quote|>"I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, an... | to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (t... | "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and ... | his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when... | to walk home through a pond. I was obliged to sleep in town after all." "Where?" "Where? Why, in my own bed at Bounderby's." "Did you see your sister?" "How the deuce," returned Tom, staring, "could I see my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so tru... | time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even be... | Hard Times |
"You may, I assure you." | Mr. James Harthouse | I may so far trust"<|quote|>"You may, I assure you."</|quote|>"I am young, as you | if you will tell me I may so far trust"<|quote|>"You may, I assure you."</|quote|>"I am young, as you see; I am alone, as | blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust"<|quote|>"You may, I assure you."</|quote|>"I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming t... | mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am ... | Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way... | and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction th... | my sister when she was fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clea... | pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expresse... | Hard Times |
"I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." | Mr. James Harthouse | "You may, I assure you."<|quote|>"I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope."</|quote|>He thought, "But that is | I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you."<|quote|>"I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope."</|quote|>He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed | face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you."<|quote|>"I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or en... | him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it ... | pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have ... | when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-... | fifteen miles off?" Cursing these quick retorts of the young gentleman to whom he was so true a friend, Mr. Harthouse disembarrassed himself of that interview with the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether... | Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block... | Hard Times |
He thought, | No speaker | encouragement beyond my own hope."<|quote|>He thought,</|quote|>"But that is very strong," | I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope."<|quote|>He thought,</|quote|>"But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary | going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope."<|quote|>He thought,</|quote|>"But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward g... | do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You m... | than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harth... | to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an h... | the smallest conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mis... | door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he obser... | Hard Times |
"But that is very strong," | Mr. James Harthouse | my own hope." He thought,<|quote|>"But that is very strong,"</|quote|>as he followed the momentary | no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought,<|quote|>"But that is very strong,"</|quote|>as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. | say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought,<|quote|>"But that is very strong,"</|quote|>as he followed the momentary upward glance of ... | sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I as... | had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" s... | it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to ... | conceivable amount of ceremony, and debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mis... | materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached th... | Hard Times |
as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, | No speaker | "But that is very strong,"<|quote|>as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides,</|quote|>"This is a very odd | my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong,"<|quote|>as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides,</|quote|>"This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where | it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong,"<|quote|>as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides,</... | honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as yo... | face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alo... | he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspape... | debated for the hundredth time what all this could mean? He made only one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, h... | once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both... | Hard Times |
"This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." | Mr. James Harthouse | her eyes. He thought besides,<|quote|>"This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going."</|quote|>"I think," said Sissy, "you | the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides,<|quote|>"This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going."</|quote|>"I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I | I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides,<|quote|>"This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are... | rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice o... | afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most co... | to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically:... | one thing clear. It was, that whether she was in town or out of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. ... | after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he ... | Hard Times |
"I think," | Cecilia Jupe | see where we are going."<|quote|>"I think,"</|quote|>said Sissy, "you have already | very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going."<|quote|>"I think,"</|quote|>said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just | you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going."<|quote|>"I think,"</|quote|>said Sissy, "you have alre... | I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But tha... | mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so qui... | had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that th... | of town, whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that r... | wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fe... | Hard Times |
said Sissy, | No speaker | we are going." "I think,"<|quote|>said Sissy,</|quote|>"you have already guessed whom | beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think,"<|quote|>said Sissy,</|quote|>"you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I | In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think,"<|quote|>said Sissy,</|quote|>"you have already guess... | rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is v... | preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever hea... | seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was th... | whether he had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of ... | more than once. "It wouldn't be bad," he yawned at one time, "to give the waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say,... | Hard Times |
"you have already guessed whom I left just now!" | Cecilia Jupe | going." "I think," said Sissy,<|quote|>"you have already guessed whom I left just now!"</|quote|>"I have been in the | don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy,<|quote|>"you have already guessed whom I left just now!"</|quote|>"I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during | to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy,<|quote|>"you have already guessed whom I left just... | it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong... | the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not... | crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of th... | had been premature with her who was so hard to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, ... | Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and yout... | Hard Times |
"I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," | Mr. James Harthouse | whom I left just now!"<|quote|>"I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years),"</|quote|>he returned, "on a lady's | Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!"<|quote|>"I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years),"</|quote|>he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have | beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!"<|quote|>"I have been in the greatest concern and... | secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward g... | that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what y... | newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Hart... | to comprehend, or she had lost courage, or they were discovered, or some mischance or mistake, at present incomprehensible, had occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to al... | the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles,... | Hard Times |
he returned, | No speaker | have appeared as many years),"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"on a lady's account. The | the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years),"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>"on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged | eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years),"<|quote|>he returned,</|quote|>... | far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see... | in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words:... | said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your ... | occurred, he must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance... | and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added... | Hard Times |
"on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." | Mr. James Harthouse | as many years)," he returned,<|quote|>"on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust."</|quote|>"I left her within an | four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned,<|quote|>"on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust."</|quote|>"I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her | thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned,<|quote|>"on a lady's accou... | "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we a... | mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am ... | once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, s... | must remain to confront his fortune, whatever it was. The hotel where he was known to live when condemned to that region of blackness, was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impro... | sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, b... | Hard Times |
"I left her within an hour." | Cecilia Jupe | not deceive me, I trust."<|quote|>"I left her within an hour."</|quote|>"At !" "At her father's." | come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust."<|quote|>"I left her within an hour."</|quote|>"At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in | I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust."<|quote|>"I left her within an hour."</|... | no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the g... | heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you w... | the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a b... | was the stake to which he was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affa... | woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant... | Hard Times |
"At !" | Mr. James Harthouse | left her within an hour."<|quote|>"At !"</|quote|>"At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's | deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour."<|quote|>"At !"</|quote|>"At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of | been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour."<|quote|>"At !"</|quote|>"At her fath... | own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during... | and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" ... | mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for ... | was tied. As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. J... | looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Of... | Hard Times |
"At her father's." | Cecilia Jupe | within an hour." "At !"<|quote|>"At her father's."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in | I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !"<|quote|>"At her father's."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and | the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !"<|quote|>"At her father's."</|quote|>M... | He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last f... | do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You m... | Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consign... | As to all the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harth... | for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit,... | Hard Times |
Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. | No speaker | "At !" "At her father's."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased.</|quote|>"Then I certainly," he thought, | left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased.</|quote|>"Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we | and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened... | that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty ho... | said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure y... | ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthou... | the rest What will be, will be. "So, whether I am waiting for a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bou... | voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say... | Hard Times |
"Then I certainly," | Mr. James Harthouse | coolness, and his perplexity increased.<|quote|>"Then I certainly,"</|quote|>he thought, "do _not_ see | lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased.<|quote|>"Then I certainly,"</|quote|>he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going." "She | he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased.<|quote|>"Then I certainly,"</|quote|>he th... | eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's acco... | matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to y... | by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there.... | a hostile message, or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything o... | quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upo... | Hard Times |
he thought, | No speaker | perplexity increased. "Then I certainly,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"do _not_ see where we | of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"do _not_ see where we are going." "She hurried there | a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"do _not_ ... | besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I ... | really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no a... | your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, ... | or an assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature ... | was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for ... | Hard Times |
"do _not_ see where we are going." | Mr. James Harthouse | "Then I certainly," he thought,<|quote|>"do _not_ see where we are going."</|quote|>"She hurried there last night. | coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought,<|quote|>"do _not_ see where we are going."</|quote|>"She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great | account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought,<|quote|>"do _not_ see where we are g... | is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encou... | in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or enc... | sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, v... | assignation, or a penitent remonstrance, or an impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to ... | do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You m... | Hard Times |
"She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live." | Cecilia Jupe | see where we are going."<|quote|>"She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse drew a long | certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going."<|quote|>"She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live."</|quote|>Mr. Harthouse drew... | to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going."<|quote|>"She hurried there last night. She ... | see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from ... | these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hop... | see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the... | impromptu wrestle with my friend Bounderby in the Lancashire manner which would seem as likely as anything else in the present state of affairs I'll dine," said Mr. James Harthouse. "Bounderby has the advantage in point of weight; and if anything of a British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in... | seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire ... | No speaker | as long as you live."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put a... | will never see her again as long as you live."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her... | "do _not_ see where we are going." "She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live."<|quote|>Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man ... | account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going." "... | assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "... | quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she see... | British nature is to come off between us, it may be as well to be in training." Therefore he rang the bell, and tossing himself negligently on a sofa, ordered "Some dinner at six with a beefsteak in it," and got through the intervening time as well as he could. That was not particularly well; for he remained in the gre... | the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her face was innocent and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consider... | Hard Times |
"So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" | Mr. James Harthouse | relief. At last he said:<|quote|>"So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?"</|quote|>"I have no charge from | could he rally to his relief. At last he said:<|quote|>"So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?"</|quote|>"I ... | together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said:<|quote|>"So startling an announcement, so con... | say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, t... | trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going." "She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through th... | ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose in his face as she began in these words: "I am sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if ... | waiter five shillings, and throw him." At another time it occurred to him, "Or a fellow of about thirteen or fourteen stone might be hired by the hour." But these jests did not tell materially on the afternoon, or his suspense; and, sooth to say, they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avo... | with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the galler... | Hard Times |
"I have no charge from her." | Cecilia Jupe | lady of whom we speak?"<|quote|>"I have no charge from her."</|quote|>"The drowning man catches at | those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?"<|quote|>"I have no charge from her."</|quote|>"The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect | relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?"<|quote|>"I have no charge from her."</|quo... | she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an anno... | in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live." Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all ques... | upon it to keep my visit secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very s... | they both lagged fearfully. It was impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and ... | of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding... | Hard Times |
"The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence." | Mr. James Harthouse | have no charge from her."<|quote|>"The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence."</|quote|>"There is not the least | of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her."<|quote|>"The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence."</|quote|>"T... | startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her."<|quote|>"The drowning man catches at the s... | with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, an... | all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live." Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The ... | secret, and to keep secret what I am going to say. I will rely upon it, if you will tell me I may so far trust" "You may, I assure you." "I am young, as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed th... | impossible, even before dinner, to avoid often walking about in the pattern of the carpet, looking out of the window, listening at the door for footsteps, and occasionally becoming rather hot when any steps approached that room. But, after dinner, when the day turned to twilight, and the twilight turned to night, and s... | for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he had at first believed. Her ... | Hard Times |
"There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." | Cecilia Jupe | exile from that lady's presence."<|quote|>"There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night."</|quote|>"Must believe? But if I | am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence."<|quote|>"There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night."</|quo... | no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence."<|quote|>"There is not the least hope. The firs... | last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning man catche... | knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had c... | you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I h... | and the twilight turned to night, and still no communication was made to him, it began to be as he expressed it, "like the Holy Office and slow torture." However, still true to his conviction that indifference was the genuine high-breeding (the only conviction he had), he seized this crisis as the opportunity for order... | as you see; I am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you... | Hard Times |
"Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" | Mr. James Harthouse | she came home last night."<|quote|>"Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't"</|quote|>"It is still true. There | if she had died when she came home last night."<|quote|>"Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't"</|quote|>"It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse | presence." "There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night."<|quote|>"Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity... | have no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence." "There is not the least hope. The first o... | had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announce... | "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left ... | crisis as the opportunity for ordering candles and a newspaper. He had been trying in vain, for half an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of th... | of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady... | Hard Times |
"It is still true. There is no hope." | Cecilia Jupe | nature, be obstinate and won't"<|quote|>"It is still true. There is no hope."</|quote|>James Harthouse looked at her | I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't"<|quote|>"It is still true. There is no hope."</|quote|>James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon | you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't"<|quote|>"It is still true. There is no hope."</|quote|>James Hartho... | and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence." "There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ... | presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be perm... | during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolne... | an hour, to read this newspaper, when the waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristlin... | am alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already ... | Hard Times |
James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. | No speaker | true. There is no hope."<|quote|>James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration.</|quote|>"Well! If it should unhappily | and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope."<|quote|>James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration.</|quote|>"Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said,... | no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope."<|quote|>James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon ... | my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence." "There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there wou... | and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that in... | as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he th... | waiter appeared and said, at once mysteriously and apologetically: "Beg your pardon, sir. You're wanted, sir, if you please." A general recollection that this was the kind of thing the Police said to the swell mob, caused Mr. Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by ... | advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the grea... | Hard Times |
"Well! If it should unhappily appear," | Mr. James Harthouse | a little time for consideration.<|quote|>"Well! If it should unhappily appear,"</|quote|>he said, "after due pains | bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration.<|quote|>"Well! If it should unhappily appear,"</|quote|>he said, "after due pains and duty on my part, | be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration.<|quote|>"Well! If it should unhappily appear,"</|qu... | sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harth... | lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of you... | her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going." "She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with he... | Harthouse to ask the waiter in return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment... | entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless... | Hard Times |
he said, | No speaker | If it should unhappily appear,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"after due pains and duty | little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"after due pains and duty on my part, that I | still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"after due pains ... | you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an ... | last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I ... | in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going." "She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her... | return, with bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into th... | alone, as you see. In coming to you, sir, I have no advice or encouragement beyond my own hope." He thought, "But that is very strong," as he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already gue... | Hard Times |
"after due pains and duty on my part, that I am brought to a position so desolate as this banishment, I shall not become the lady's persecutor. But you said you had no commission from her?" | Mr. James Harthouse | should unhappily appear," he said,<|quote|>"after due pains and duty on my part, that I am brought to a position so desolate as this banishment, I shall not become the lady's persecutor. But you said you had no commission from her?"</|quote|>"I have only the commission | for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said,<|quote|>"after due pains and duty on my part, that I am brought to a position so desolate as this banishment, I shall not become the lady's persecutor. But you said you had no commission from her?"</|quote|>"I have only the commission of my love for her... | There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said,<|quote|>"after due pains and duty on my part, ... | believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulo... | May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the ... | of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going." "She hurried there last night. She arrived there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as... | bristling indignation, what the Devil he meant by "wanted'? "Beg your pardon, sir. Young lady outside, sir, wishes to see you." "Outside? Where?" "Outside this door, sir." Giving the waiter to the personage before mentioned, as a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A ... | there in great agitation, and was insensible all through the night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live." Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond al... | Hard Times |
"I have only the commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too... | Cecilia Jupe | had no commission from her?"<|quote|>"I have only the commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Hart... | persecutor. But you said you had no commission from her?"<|quote|>"I have only the commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character... | took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said, "after due pains and duty on my part, that I am brought to a position so desolate as this banishment, I shall not become the lady's persecutor. But you said you had no commission from her?"<|quote|>"I have only the commission of my lo... | I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it shou... | catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence." "There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure y... | night. I live at her father's, and was with her. You may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live." Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingen... | a block-head duly qualified for that consignment, Mr. Harthouse hurried into the gallery. A young woman whom he had never seen stood there. Plainly dressed, very quiet, very pretty. As he conducted her into the room and placed a chair for her, he observed, by the light of the candles, that she was even prettier than he... | fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of w... | Hard Times |
He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. | No speaker | you had that trust too!"<|quote|>He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach.</|quote|>"I am not a moral | O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!"<|quote|>He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach.</|quote|>"I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, | I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!"<|quote|>He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have b... | due pains and duty on my part, that I am brought to a position so desolate as this banishment, I shall not become the lady's persecutor. But you said you had no commission from her?" "I have only the commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came... | that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile... | spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexpe... | and youthful, and its expression remarkably pleasant. She was not afraid of him, or in any way disconcerted; she seemed to have her mind entirely preoccupied with the occasion of her visit, and to have substituted that consideration for herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Hartho... | all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on hi... | Hard Times |
"I am not a moral sort of fellow," | Mr. James Harthouse | the fervour of this reproach.<|quote|>"I am not a moral sort of fellow,"</|quote|>he said, "and I never | not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach.<|quote|>"I am not a moral sort of fellow,"</|quote|>he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the | marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach.<|quote|>"I am not a moral sort of fellow,"</|quote|>he sai... | commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched... | of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," h... | promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcertin... | herself. "I speak to Mr. Harthouse?" she said, when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentlem... | such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt o... | Hard Times |
he said, | No speaker | a moral sort of fellow,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"and I never make any | this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"and I never make any pretensions to the character of | that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"and I never make any pretensions to the... | love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should h... | still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said, "after due pains and duty on my pa... | in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if... | when they were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood r... | with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyo... | Hard Times |
"and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in committing myself by any expression of sentiments towa... | Mr. James Harthouse | sort of fellow," he said,<|quote|>"and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in committing myself by... | "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said,<|quote|>"and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in co... | too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said,<|quote|>"and I never make any pretensions to the character of a mora... | me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been ... | There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said, "after due pains and duty on my part, that I a... | he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are ... | were alone. "To Mr. Harthouse." He added in his mind, "And you speak to him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw, and the most earnest voice (though so quiet) I ever heard." "If I do not understand and I do not, sir'" said Sissy, "what your honour as a gentleman binds you to, in other matters:" the blood really rose... | and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence." "There is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, | No speaker | it over. Whereas I find,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion,</|quote|>"that it is really in | until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion,</|quote|>"that it is really in several volumes." Though he said | allowed to assure you that I have had no particularly evil intentions, but have glided on from one step to another with a smoothness so perfectly diabolical, that I had not the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find,"<|quote|>said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion,<... | or in committing myself by any expression of sentiments towards her, not perfectly reconcilable with in fact with the domestic hearth; or in taking any advantage of her father's being a machine, or of her brother's being a whelp, or of her husband's being a bear; I beg to be allowed to assure you that I have had no par... | trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral ... | must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incr... | he followed the momentary upward glance of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared ... | trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach.... | Hard Times |
"that it is really in several volumes." | Mr. James Harthouse | Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion,<|quote|>"that it is really in several volumes."</|quote|>Though he said all this | over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion,<|quote|>"that it is really in several volumes."</|quote|>Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the | have had no particularly evil intentions, but have glided on from one step to another with a smoothness so perfectly diabolical, that I had not the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion,<|quote|>"that it is really in several... | expression of sentiments towards her, not perfectly reconcilable with in fact with the domestic hearth; or in taking any advantage of her father's being a machine, or of her brother's being a whelp, or of her husband's being a bear; I beg to be allowed to assure you that I have had no particularly evil intentions, but ... | the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immora... | more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; b... | of her eyes. He thought besides, "This is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady... | relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning... | Hard Times |
Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out. | No speaker | is really in several volumes."<|quote|>Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished ou... | Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes."<|quote|>Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappoin... | have glided on from one step to another with a smoothness so perfectly diabolical, that I had not the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes."<|quote|>Though he said all this in his friv... | reconcilable with in fact with the domestic hearth; or in taking any advantage of her father's being a machine, or of her brother's being a whelp, or of her husband's being a bear; I beg to be allowed to assure you that I have had no particularly evil intentions, but have glided on from one step to another with a smoot... | been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in brin... | her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate and won't" "It is still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond hi... | is a very odd beginning. I don't see where we are going." "I think," said Sissy, "you have already guessed whom I left just now!" "I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the last four-and-twenty hours (which have appeared as many years)," he returned, "on a lady's account. The hopes I have been encou... | startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. Wi... | Hard Times |
"After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which I could have accepted it so readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however... | Mr. James Harthouse | would not be polished out.<|quote|>"After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which I could have accepted it so readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to c... | of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out.<|quote|>"After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which I could have accepted it so readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has bee... | Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out.<|quote|>"After what has been just no... | have glided on from one step to another with a smoothness so perfectly diabolical, that I had not the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous wa... | sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in committing myself by any expression of sentiments towards her, not perfectly reconcilable with in fact with the dome... | smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said, "after due pains and duty on my part, that I am brought to a position so desolate as this banishment, I shall not b... | account. The hopes I have been encouraged to form that you come from that lady, do not deceive me, I trust." "I left her within an hour." "At !" "At her father's." Mr. Harthouse's face lengthened in spite of his coolness, and his perplexity increased. "Then I certainly," he thought, "do _not_ see where we are going." "... | words, by the lady of whom we speak?" "I have no charge from her." "The drowning man catches at the straw. With no disrespect for your judgment, and with no doubt of your sincerity, excuse my saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not condemned to perpetual exile from that lady's presence." ... | Hard Times |
he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, | No speaker | and and, I cannot say,"<|quote|>he added, rather hard up for a general peroration,</|quote|>"that I have any sanguine | thing having come to this and and, I cannot say,"<|quote|>he added, rather hard up for a general peroration,</|quote|>"that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a | feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say,"<|quote|>he added, rather hard up for a general pero... | self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out. "After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which I could have accepted it so readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confid... | to be allowed to assure you that I have had no particularly evil intentions, but have glided on from one step to another with a smoothness so perfectly diabolical, that I had not the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "t... | her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart shou... | may be sure, sir, you will never see her again as long as you live." Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fea... | or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in committing myself by any expression of sentiments towards her, not perfectly reconcilable with in fact with the domestic hearth; or in taking any advantage of her father's being a machine, or of her brother's being a whelp, or of her husband's being a bear; I beg t... | Hard Times |
"that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." | Mr. James Harthouse | up for a general peroration,<|quote|>"that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever."</|quote|>Sissy's face sufficiently showed that | say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration,<|quote|>"that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever."</|quote|>Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was | confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration,<|quote|>"that I have any sanguine expe... | that would not be polished out. "After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which I could have accepted it so readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to cont... | had no particularly evil intentions, but have glided on from one step to another with a smoothness so perfectly diabolical, that I had not the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Th... | than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs... | again as long as you live." Mr. Harthouse drew a long breath; and, if ever man found himself in the position of not knowing what to say, made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all... | still true. There is no hope." James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him, and the smile was quite thrown away. He bit his lip, and took a little time for consideration. "Well! If it should unhappily appear," he said, "after due pains and duty on my pa... | Hard Times |
Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. | No speaker | moral sort of fellow whatever."<|quote|>Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished.</|quote|>"You spoke," he resumed, as | have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever."<|quote|>Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished.</|quote|>"You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to | to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever."<|quote|>Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal t... | hardly any other source from which I could have accepted it so readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this an... | the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then ... | know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral ... | made the discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced. The child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, togeth... | not the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent ... | Hard Times |
"You spoke," | Mr. James Harthouse | to him was not finished.<|quote|>"You spoke,"</|quote|>he resumed, as she raised | sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished.<|quote|>"You spoke,"</|quote|>he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, | cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished.<|quote|>"You spoke,"</|quote|>he resum... | readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general pe... | over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with tr... | think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the ch... | child-like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed h... | and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they... | Hard Times |
he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, | No speaker | was not finished. "You spoke,"<|quote|>he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again,</|quote|>"of your first object. I | that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke,"<|quote|>he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again,</|quote|>"of your first object. I may assume that there is | he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke,"<|quote|>he resumed, as she raised her ... | feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, ... | I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexati... | had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of... | with which his visitor spoke, her modest fearlessness, her truthfulness which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in... | given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Harthouse, I think you had that trust too!" He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whi... | Hard Times |
"of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?" | Mr. James Harthouse | her eyes to him again,<|quote|>"of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Will you oblige me | he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again,<|quote|>"of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Will you oblige me by confiding it?" "Mr. Harthouse," | I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again,<|quote|>"of your first object. I may assume th... | you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever bec... | is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out. "Afte... | where his heart should have been in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need b... | which put all artifice aside, her entire forgetfulness of herself in her earnest quiet holding to the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usu... | Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappo... | Hard Times |
"Yes." | Cecilia Jupe | a second to be mentioned?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Will you oblige me by | may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Will you oblige me by confiding it?" "Mr. Harthouse," returned | I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, "of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Will you oblige me by con... | unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sis... | way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out. "After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to d... | of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject... | to the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he sa... | conversation, or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in committing myself by any expression of sentiments towards her, not perfectly reconcilable with in fact with the domestic hearth; or in taking any advantage of her father's being a machine, or of her brother's being a whelp, or of her husband's being a... | Hard Times |
"Will you oblige me by confiding it?" | Mr. James Harthouse | second to be mentioned?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Will you oblige me by confiding it?"</|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse," returned Sissy, with | assume that there is a second to be mentioned?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Will you oblige me by confiding it?"</|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse," returned Sissy, with a blending of gentleness and | have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, "of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Will you oblige me by confiding it?"... | of my seeing the lady no more. I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face su... | seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out. "After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt... | heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of... | the object with which she had come; all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said:... | said you had no commission from her?" "I have only the commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has given me her confidence. I have no further trust, than that I know something of her character and her marriage. O Mr. Har... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Harthouse," | Cecilia Jupe | oblige me by confiding it?"<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>returned Sissy, with a blending | be mentioned?" "Yes." "Will you oblige me by confiding it?"<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>returned Sissy, with a blending of gentleness and steadiness that | of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, "of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?" "Yes." "Will you oblige me by confiding it?"<|quote|>"Mr. Harthouse,"</|quote|>returne... | I am solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appe... | of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out. "After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which... | not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unf... | all this, together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so c... | heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of... | Hard Times |
returned Sissy, with a blending of gentleness and steadiness that quite defeated him, and with a simple confidence in his being bound to do what she required, that held him at a singular disadvantage, | No speaker | by confiding it?" "Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>returned Sissy, with a blending of gentleness and steadiness that quite defeated him, and with a simple confidence in his being bound to do what she required, that held him at a singular disadvantage,</|quote|>"the only reparation that remains | "Yes." "Will you oblige me by confiding it?" "Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>returned Sissy, with a blending of gentleness and steadiness that quite defeated him, and with a simple confidence in his being bound to do what she required, that held him at a singular disadvantage,</|quote|>"the only reparation that remains with y... | whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, "of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?" "Yes." "Will you oblige me by confiding it?" "Mr. Harthouse,"<|quote|>returned Sissy, with a ble... | solely to blame for the thing having come to this and and, I cannot say," he added, rather hard up for a general peroration, "that I have any sanguine expectation of ever becoming a moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to... | an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a more self-possessed air, though with traces of vexation and disappointment that would not be polished out. "After what has been just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which I coul... | whistled away by the fervour of this reproach. "I am not a moral sort of fellow," he said, "and I never make any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unfortunatel... | together with her reliance on his easily given promise which in itself shamed him presented something in which he was so inexperienced, and against which he knew any of his usual weapons would fall so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently... | to the character of a moral sort of fellow. I am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in committing myself by any expression of sentiments towards her, not perfectly reconcilabl... | Hard Times |
"the only reparation that remains with you, is to leave here immediately and finally. I am quite sure that you can mitigate in no other way the wrong and harm you have done. I am quite sure that it is the only compensation you have left it in your power to make. I do not say that it is much, or that it is enough; but i... | Cecilia Jupe | him at a singular disadvantage,<|quote|>"the only reparation that remains with you, is to leave here immediately and finally. I am quite sure that you can mitigate in no other way the wrong and harm you have done. I am quite sure that it is the only compensation you have left it in your power to make. I do not say that... | what she required, that held him at a singular disadvantage,<|quote|>"the only reparation that remains with you, is to leave here immediately and finally. I am quite sure that you can mitigate in no other way the wrong and harm you have done. I am quite sure that it is the only compensation you have left it in your pow... | is a second to be mentioned?" "Yes." "Will you oblige me by confiding it?" "Mr. Harthouse," returned Sissy, with a blending of gentleness and steadiness that quite defeated him, and with a simple confidence in his being bound to do what she required, that held him at a singular disadvantage,<|quote|>"the only reparatio... | moral sort of fellow, or that I have any belief in any moral sort of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, "of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?" "Yes." "Will you obl... | just now represented to me, in a manner I find it impossible to doubt I know of hardly any other source from which I could have accepted it so readily I feel bound to say to you, in whom the confidence you have mentioned has been reposed, that I cannot refuse to contemplate the possibility (however unexpected) of my se... | am as immoral as need be. At the same time, in bringing any distress upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation, or in unfortunately compromising her in any way, or in committing myself by any expression of sentiments towards her, not perfectly reconcilable with in fact with the domestic hearth; or in... | so powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief. At last he said: "So startling an announcement, so confidently made, and by such lips, is really disconcerting in the last degree. May I be permitted to inquire, if you are charged to convey that information to me in those hopeless words, by the lady of whom w... | part, that I am brought to a position so desolate as this banishment, I shall not become the lady's persecutor. But you said you had no commission from her?" "I have only the commission of my love for her, and her love for me. I have no other trust, than that I have been with her since she came home, and that she has g... | Hard Times |
If she had asserted any influence over him beyond her plain faith in the truth and right of what she said; if she had concealed the least doubt or irresolution, or had harboured for the best purpose any reserve or pretence; if she had shown, or felt, the lightest trace of any sensitiveness to his ridicule or his astoni... | No speaker | never to return to it."<|quote|>If she had asserted any influence over him beyond her plain faith in the truth and right of what she said; if she had concealed the least doubt or irresolution, or had harboured for the best purpose any reserve or pretence; if she had shown, or felt, the lightest trace of any sensitivene... | place to-night, under an obligation never to return to it."<|quote|>If she had asserted any influence over him beyond her plain faith in the truth and right of what she said; if she had concealed the least doubt or irresolution, or had harboured for the best purpose any reserve or pretence; if she had shown, or felt, t... | enough; but it is something, and it is necessary. Therefore, though without any other authority than I have given you, and even without the knowledge of any other person than yourself and myself, I ask you to depart from this place to-night, under an obligation never to return to it."<|quote|>If she had asserted any in... | I am quite sure that you can mitigate in no other way the wrong and harm you have done. I am quite sure that it is the only compensation you have left it in your power to make. I do not say that it is much, or that it is enough; but it is something, and it is necessary. Therefore, though without any other authority tha... | of fellow whatever." Sissy's face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not finished. "You spoke," he resumed, as she raised her eyes to him again, "of your first object. I may assume that there is a second to be mentioned?" "Yes." "Will you oblige me by confiding it?" "Mr. Harthouse," returned Sissy, with a b... | the slightest idea the catalogue was half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for ... | is not the least hope. The first object of my coming here, sir, is to assure you that you must believe that there is no more hope of your ever speaking with her again, than there would be if she had died when she came home last night." "Must believe? But if I can't or if I should, by infirmity of nature, be obstinate a... | half so long until I began to turn it over. Whereas I find," said Mr. James Harthouse, in conclusion, "that it is really in several volumes." Though he said all this in his frivolous way, the way seemed, for that once, a conscious polishing of but an ugly surface. He was silent for a moment; and then proceeded with a m... | Hard Times |
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