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"What do they want, Sissy dear?" | Louisa Bounderby | and that you know her."<|quote|>"What do they want, Sissy dear?"</|quote|>"They want to see you. | says her name is Rachael, and that you know her."<|quote|>"What do they want, Sissy dear?"</|quote|>"They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and | their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her."<|quote|>"What do they want, Sissy dear?"</|quot... | over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, wh... | you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his ... | you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and ... | the tardy daybreak, collected round the placards, devouring them with eager eyes. Not the least eager of the eyes assembled, were the eyes of those who could not read. These people, as they listened to the friendly voice that read aloud there was always some such ready to help them stared at the characters which meant ... | to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of h... | Hard Times |
"They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." | Cecilia Jupe | do they want, Sissy dear?"<|quote|>"They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry."</|quote|>"Father," said Louisa, for he | that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?"<|quote|>"They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry."</|quote|>"Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse | been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?"<|quote|>"They want to see you. Rachael has been... | too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Lo... | United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as... | and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every ... | placards, devouring them with eager eyes. Not the least eager of the eyes assembled, were the eyes of those who could not read. These people, as they listened to the friendly voice that read aloud there was always some such ready to help them stared at the characters which meant so much with a vague awe and respect tha... | his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! A... | Hard Times |
"Father," | Louisa Bounderby | been crying, and seems angry."<|quote|>"Father,"</|quote|>said Louisa, for he was | to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry."<|quote|>"Father,"</|quote|>said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to | asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry."<|quote|>"Father,"</|quote|>said Louisa, for he was pre... | subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. ... | benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing an... | you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my la... | eyes assembled, were the eyes of those who could not read. These people, as they listened to the friendly voice that read aloud there was always some such ready to help them stared at the characters which meant so much with a vague awe and respect that would have been half ludicrous, if any aspect of public ignorance c... | and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every ... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, for he was present, | No speaker | crying, and seems angry." "Father,"<|quote|>said Louisa, for he was present,</|quote|>"I cannot refuse to see | see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father,"<|quote|>said Louisa, for he was present,</|quote|>"I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that | Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father,"<|quote|>said Louisa, for he was present,</|quote|>... | to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby,"... | that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspir... | remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labour... | assembled, were the eyes of those who could not read. These people, as they listened to the friendly voice that read aloud there was always some such ready to help them stared at the characters which meant so much with a vague awe and respect that would have been half ludicrous, if any aspect of public ignorance could ... | are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his native deformity, a What? A thief! A plunderer! A proscribed fugitive, with a price upon his head; a fester and a wound upon the noble... | Hard Times |
"I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" | Louisa Bounderby | Louisa, for he was present,<|quote|>"I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?"</|quote|>As he answered in the | and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present,<|quote|>"I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?"</|quote|>As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to | Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present,<|quote|>"I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason th... | and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and you... | Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few st... | and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triu... | who could not read. These people, as they listened to the friendly voice that read aloud there was always some such ready to help them stared at the characters which meant so much with a vague awe and respect that would have been half ludicrous, if any aspect of public ignorance could ever be otherwise than threatening... | you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us:... | Hard Times |
As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. | No speaker | Shall they come in here?"<|quote|>As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, | reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?"<|quote|>As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door.</|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool ... | is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?"<|quote|>As he answered in the affirmative, Siss... | yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do... | Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Sla... | hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty... | always some such ready to help them stared at the characters which meant so much with a vague awe and respect that would have been half ludicrous, if any aspect of public ignorance could ever be otherwise than threatening and full of evil. Many ears and eyes were busy with a vision of the matter of these placards, amon... | of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard crave... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Bounderby," | Josiah Bounderby | the room, near the door.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said her husband, entering with | in the obscurest part of the room, near the door.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't | cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door.<|quote|>"Mrs. Bounderby,"</|quote|>said h... | timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain... | stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for... | now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his fe... | could ever be otherwise than threatening and full of evil. Many ears and eyes were busy with a vision of the matter of these placards, among turning spindles, rattling looms, and whirling wheels, for hours afterwards; and when the Hands cleared out again into the streets, there were still as many readers as before. Sla... | inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest bed... | Hard Times |
said her husband, entering with a cool nod, | No speaker | near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said her husband, entering with a cool nod,</|quote|>"I don't disturb you, I | obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said her husband, entering with a cool nod,</|quote|>"I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable | to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby,"<|quote|>said her husband, entering wi... | the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. ... | called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he s... | friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, ... | be otherwise than threatening and full of evil. Many ears and eyes were busy with a vision of the matter of these placards, among turning spindles, rattling looms, and whirling wheels, for hours afterwards; and when the Hands cleared out again into the streets, there were still as many readers as before. Slackbridge, t... | seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, m... | Hard Times |
"I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her... | Josiah Bounderby | entering with a cool nod,<|quote|>"I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or... | "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod,<|quote|>"I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at... | explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod,<|quote|>"I don't disturb you,... | a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered ... | hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. ... | triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his native deformity,... | Many ears and eyes were busy with a vision of the matter of these placards, among turning spindles, rattling looms, and whirling wheels, for hours afterwards; and when the Hands cleared out again into the streets, there were still as many readers as before. Slackbridge, the delegate, had to address his audience too tha... | with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God... | Hard Times |
"You have seen me once before, young lady," | Rachel Gradgrind | confront her with your daughter."<|quote|>"You have seen me once before, young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael, standing in front | bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter."<|quote|>"You have seen me once before, young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You | but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter."<|quote|>"You have seen me once before,... | the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who... | passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy de... | A plunderer! A proscribed fugitive, with a price upon his head; a fester and a wound upon the noble character of the Coketown operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond, to which your children and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of ... | bill from the printer, and had brought it in his pocket. Oh, my friends and fellow-countrymen, the down-trodden operatives of Coketown, oh, my fellow-brothers and fellow-workmen and fellow-citizens and fellow-men, what a to-do was there, when Slackbridge unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up t... | his features, he stands before us in all his native deformity, a What? A thief! A plunderer! A proscribed fugitive, with a price upon his head; a fester and a wound upon the noble character of the Coketown operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond, to which your children and your children's children ye... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. | No speaker | me once before, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed.</|quote|>"You have seen me, young | your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed.</|quote|>"You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she | been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael, standi... | She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visi... | had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been cry... | upon his head; a fester and a wound upon the noble character of the Coketown operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond, to which your children and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for ... | in his pocket. Oh, my friends and fellow-countrymen, the down-trodden operatives of Coketown, oh, my fellow-brothers and fellow-workmen and fellow-citizens and fellow-men, what a to-do was there, when Slackbridge unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up to the gaze, and for the execration of the ... | of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from o... | Hard Times |
"You have seen me, young lady," | Rachel Gradgrind | front of Louisa. Tom coughed.<|quote|>"You have seen me, young lady,"</|quote|>repeated Rachael, as she did | lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed.<|quote|>"You have seen me, young lady,"</|quote|>repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom | Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed.<|quote|>"You have seen me, young... | remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, r... | returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he w... | the noble character of the Coketown operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond, to which your children and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benef... | down-trodden operatives of Coketown, oh, my fellow-brothers and fellow-workmen and fellow-citizens and fellow-men, what a to-do was there, when Slackbridge unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up to the gaze, and for the execration of the working-man community! "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what... | welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!... | Hard Times |
repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, | No speaker | have seen me, young lady,"<|quote|>repeated Rachael, as she did not answer,</|quote|>"once before." Tom coughed again. | of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady,"<|quote|>repeated Rachael, as she did not answer,</|quote|>"once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her | refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady,"<|quote|>repeated Rachael, as she di... | of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or othe... | "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see t... | operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond, to which your children and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: ... | fellow-brothers and fellow-workmen and fellow-citizens and fellow-men, what a to-do was there, when Slackbridge unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up to the gaze, and for the execration of the working-man community! "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirit... | craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his native deformity, a What? A thief! A plunderer! A proscribed fugitive, with a price upon his head; a fester and a wound upon the noble character of the Coketown operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond,... | Hard Times |
"once before." | Rachel Gradgrind | as she did not answer,<|quote|>"once before."</|quote|>Tom coughed again. "I have." | me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer,<|quote|>"once before."</|quote|>Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly | to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer,<|quote|>"once before."</|quote|>Tom c... | Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about tho... | of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itsel... | a sacred bond, to which your children and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to i... | what a to-do was there, when Slackbridge unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up to the gaze, and for the execration of the working-man community! "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who are enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union, is app... | inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest bed... | Hard Times |
Tom coughed again. | No speaker | did not answer, "once before."<|quote|>Tom coughed again.</|quote|>"I have." Rachael cast her | lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before."<|quote|>Tom coughed again.</|quote|>"I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, | anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before."<|quote|>Tom coughed again.</|... | her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, go... | name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shal... | bond, to which your children and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this pl... | to-do was there, when Slackbridge unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up to the gaze, and for the execration of the working-man community! "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who are enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union, is appropriat... | sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman ... | Hard Times |
"I have." | Louisa Bounderby | "once before." Tom coughed again.<|quote|>"I have."</|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes proudly | as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again.<|quote|>"I have."</|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, | about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again.<|quote|>"I have."</|quote|... | with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am oblige... | brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in h... | your children and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having b... | when Slackbridge unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up to the gaze, and for the execration of the working-man community! "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who are enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union, is appropriately capable! Oh, ... | to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his native deformity, a What? A thief! A plunderer! A proscribed fugitive, with a price upon his head; a fester and a wound upon the noble character of the Coketown operative! Therefore, my band of brothers in a sacred bond, to which you... | Hard Times |
Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, | No speaker | Tom coughed again. "I have."<|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said,</|quote|>"Will you make it known, | did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have."<|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said,</|quote|>"Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who | statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have."<|quote|>Rachael cast her eye... | cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to co... | Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he ... | and your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already so... | unfolded what he called "that damning document," and held it up to the gaze, and for the execration of the working-man community! "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who are enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union, is appropriately capable! Oh, my prostrate frie... | say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his native deformity, a What? A thief! A plunderer! A proscribed fugitive, with a price upon his head; a fester and a wound upon the noble character of the Coketown operativ... | Hard Times |
"Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" | Rachel Gradgrind | towards Mr. Bounderby, and said,<|quote|>"Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?"</|quote|>"I went to the house | Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said,<|quote|>"Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?"</|quote|>"I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on | with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said,<|quote|>"Will you m... | an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen m... | Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away... | hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same a... | up to the gaze, and for the execration of the working-man community! "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who are enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union, is appropriately capable! Oh, my prostrate friends, with the galling yoke of tyrants on your necks and the i... | now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his fe... | Hard Times |
"I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." | Louisa Bounderby | where, and who was there?"<|quote|>"I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me."</|quote|>"Why couldn't you say s... | make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?"<|quote|>"I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me."</|quo... | Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?"<|quote|>"I went to the ho... | making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front o... | "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; a... | United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as... | "Oh, my fellow-men, behold of what a traitor in the camp of those great spirits who are enrolled upon the holy scroll of Justice and of Union, is appropriately capable! Oh, my prostrate friends, with the galling yoke of tyrants on your necks and the iron foot of despotism treading down your fallen forms into the dust o... | the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the ... | Hard Times |
"Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" | Josiah Bounderby | My brother was with me."<|quote|>"Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?"</|quote|>demanded Bounderby. "I promised my | stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me."<|quote|>"Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?"</|quote|>demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa | went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me."<|quote|>"Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?"</|quote|>demanded Bounde... | standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen... | with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. To... | a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were ... | your fallen forms into the dust of the earth, upon which right glad would your oppressors be to see you creeping on your bellies all the days of your lives, like the serpent in the garden oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in ... | ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Sl... | Hard Times |
demanded Bounderby. | No speaker | you say so, young Tom?"<|quote|>demanded Bounderby.</|quote|>"I promised my sister I | was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?"<|quote|>demanded Bounderby.</|quote|>"I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. | lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?"<|quote|>demanded Bounderby.</|quote|>"I promised my sister I wouldn't." Wh... | "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his dis... | remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, r... | actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general asse... | the earth, upon which right glad would your oppressors be to see you creeping on your bellies all the days of your lives, like the serpent in the garden oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot s... | the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they w... | Hard Times |
"I promised my sister I wouldn't." | Young Thomas | so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby.<|quote|>"I promised my sister I wouldn't."</|quote|>Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And | me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby.<|quote|>"I promised my sister I wouldn't."</|quote|>Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, | the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby.<|quote|>"I promised my sister I wouldn't."</|quote|>Which Louisa ... | seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge fro... | in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some ob... | Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscrib... | upon which right glad would your oppressors be to see you creeping on your bellies all the days of your lives, like the serpent in the garden oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in hei... | will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I ... | Hard Times |
Which Louisa hastily confirmed. | No speaker | promised my sister I wouldn't."<|quote|>Which Louisa hastily confirmed.</|quote|>"And besides," said the whelp | young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't."<|quote|>Which Louisa hastily confirmed.</|quote|>"And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own | his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't."<|quote|>Which Louisa hastily confirmed.</|quote|>"And besides,... | as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was ... | room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to sa... | prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, an... | oppressors be to see you creeping on your bellies all the days of your lives, like the serpent in the garden oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degradi... | "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their ho... | Hard Times |
"And besides," | Young Thomas | wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed.<|quote|>"And besides,"</|quote|>said the whelp bitterly, "she | "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed.<|quote|>"And besides,"</|quote|>said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so | saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed.<|quote|>"And besides,"</|quote|>said the whelp... | answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and ... | "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all abo... | stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for... | you creeping on your bellies all the days of your lives, like the serpent in the garden oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting doc... | for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his... | Hard Times |
said the whelp bitterly, | No speaker | Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides,"<|quote|>said the whelp bitterly,</|quote|>"she tells her own story | my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides,"<|quote|>said the whelp bitterly,</|quote|>"she tells her own story so precious well and so | there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides,"<|quote|>said the whelp bitterly,</|quot... | before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman w... | said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statement... | called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he s... | on your bellies all the days of your lives, like the serpent in the garden oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this b... | your children's children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemn... | Hard Times |
"she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" | Young Thomas | besides," said the whelp bitterly,<|quote|>"she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!"</|quote|>"Say, young lady, if you | Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly,<|quote|>"she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!"</|quote|>"Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in | too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly,<|quote|>"she tells her own story s... | "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I... | with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am oblige... | a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively pa... | the days of your lives, like the serpent in the garden oh, my brothers, and shall I as a man not add, my sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this ... | by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" t... | Hard Times |
"Say, young lady, if you please," | Rachel Gradgrind | it out of her mouth!"<|quote|>"Say, young lady, if you please,"</|quote|>pursued Rachael, "why, in an | business had I to take it out of her mouth!"<|quote|>"Say, young lady, if you please,"</|quote|>pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came | with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!"<|quote|>"Say, young lady, if you ple... | there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "... | been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in fr... | goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away fr... | sisters too, what do you say, _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush t... | see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained st... | Hard Times |
pursued Rachael, | No speaker | young lady, if you please,"<|quote|>pursued Rachael,</|quote|>"why, in an evil hour, | out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please,"<|quote|>pursued Rachael,</|quote|>"why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's | so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please,"<|quote|>pursued Rachael,</|quote|>... | where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn... | visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have s... | pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, ... | _now_, of Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this... | here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady,... | Hard Times |
"why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." | Rachel Gradgrind | if you please," pursued Rachael,<|quote|>"why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night."</|quote|>"I felt compassion for him," | her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael,<|quote|>"why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night."</|quote|>"I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, | Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael,<|quote|>"why, in an evil ho... | Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Lou... | Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lad... | an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who i... | Stephen Blackpool, with a slight stoop in his shoulders and about five foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this stain and... | Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one ... | Hard Times |
"I felt compassion for him," | Louisa Bounderby | came to Stephen's that night."<|quote|>"I felt compassion for him,"</|quote|>said Louisa, her colour deepening, | an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night."<|quote|>"I felt compassion for him,"</|quote|>said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know | confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night."<|quote|>"I felt compassion for him,"</|quote|>... | I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she... | or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed a... | and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and you... | foot seven in height, as set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Y... | in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman ... | Hard Times |
said Louisa, her colour deepening, | No speaker | "I felt compassion for him,"<|quote|>said Louisa, her colour deepening,</|quote|>"and I wished to know | came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him,"<|quote|>said Louisa, her colour deepening,</|quote|>"and I wished to know what he was going to | whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him,"<|quote|>said Louisa, her colour deepening,</|quote|>... | was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story... | at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael c... | him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a y... | set forth in this degrading and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happi... | is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," sai... | Hard Times |
"and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." | Louisa Bounderby | said Louisa, her colour deepening,<|quote|>"and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance."</|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. | "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening,<|quote|>"and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance."</|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did | own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening,<|quote|>"and I wished to know what he was going ... | old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and ... | good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr... | panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is... | and disgusting document, this blighting bill, this pernicious placard, this abominable advertisement; and with what majesty of denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him... | out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demo... | Hard Times |
"Thank you, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | wished to offer him assistance."<|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "Much flattered and | was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance."<|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," | of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance."<|quote|>"Thank you, ma'am,"</|quote|>said B... | My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if ... | before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?"... | when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rach... | denouncement will you crush the viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I purs... | young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby. | No speaker | him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Much flattered and obliged." "Did | do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, | "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"Much... | with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pu... | said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house... | had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been cry... | crush the viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all hi... | in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do the... | Hard Times |
"Much flattered and obliged." | Josiah Bounderby | "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Much flattered and obliged."</|quote|>"Did you offer him," asked | wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Much flattered and obliged."</|quote|>"Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but | lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby.<|quote|>"Much flattered and oblige... | "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rach... | standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen... | called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and ... | viper, who would bring this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricat... | or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at... | Hard Times |
"Did you offer him," | Rachel Gradgrind | Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged."<|quote|>"Did you offer him,"</|quote|>asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; | assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged."<|quote|>"Did you offer him,"</|quote|>asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and | pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged."<|quote|>"Did you offer him... | so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil ... | Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on... | some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," ... | this stain and shame upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remembe... | at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael... | Hard Times |
asked Rachael, | No speaker | obliged." "Did you offer him,"<|quote|>asked Rachael,</|quote|>"a bank-note?" "Yes; but he | said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him,"<|quote|>asked Rachael,</|quote|>"a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only | an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him,"<|quote|>asked Rachael,</|quote|... | Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to St... | have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharg... | "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present... | upon the God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and ... | of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or othe... | Hard Times |
"a bank-note?" | Rachel Gradgrind | you offer him," asked Rachael,<|quote|>"a bank-note?"</|quote|>"Yes; but he refused it, | "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael,<|quote|>"a bank-note?"</|quote|>"Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two | hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael,<|quote|>"a bank-note?"</... | promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that n... | me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his... | it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I can... | God-like race that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, an... | her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sis... | Hard Times |
"Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." | Louisa Bounderby | him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?"<|quote|>"Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold."</|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes towards | and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?"<|quote|>"Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold."</|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" | ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?"<|quote|>"Yes; but h... | sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I fe... | lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and... | Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse ... | that happily has cast him out for ever! Yes, my compatriots, happily cast him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and ... | and perspiring after a prodigious sort. A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel accor... | Hard Times |
Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. | No speaker | take two pounds in gold."<|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again.</|quote|>"Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If | refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold."<|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again.</|quote|>"Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether | her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold."<|quote|>Rachael cast her eyes t... | "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was... | "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I... | brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in h... | him out and sent him forth! For you remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I... | Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house wher... | Hard Times |
"Oh, certainly!" | Josiah Bounderby | eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again.<|quote|>"Oh, certainly!"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "If you put | in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again.<|quote|>"Oh, certainly!"</|quote|>said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous | what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again.<|quote|>"Oh, certainly!"... | and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assi... | Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My ... | says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative... | remember how he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an ... | necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby. | No speaker | Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"If you put the question | Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!"<|quote|>said Bounderby.</|quote|>"If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable | was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!"<|quote|>said Bo... | full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance.... | and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was wit... | name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy w... | he stood here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for th... | timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain... | Hard Times |
"If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." | Josiah Bounderby | again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby.<|quote|>"If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed."</|quote|>"Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen | her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby.<|quote|>"If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed."</|quote|>"Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as | to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby.<|quote|>"... | what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank y... | "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Wh... | Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away... | here before you on this platform; you remember how, face to face and foot to foot, I pursued him through all his intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying... | Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house wher... | Hard Times |
"Young lady," | Rachel Gradgrind | bound to say it's confirmed."<|quote|>"Young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is | true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed."<|quote|>"Young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief | Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed."<|quote|>"Young lady,"<... | evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes... | the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed... | seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the ro... | intricate windings; you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And n... | "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; a... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, | No speaker | say it's confirmed." "Young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"Stephen Blackpool is now named | not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public | bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael... | you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he re... | of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And bes... | "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the d... | you remember how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my la... | that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing and perspir... | Hard Times |
"Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" | Rachel Gradgrind | confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael,<|quote|>"Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!"</|quote|>Her indignation failed ... | am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael,<|quote|>"Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!"</|quote|>He... | but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael,<|quote|>"Stephen Blackpo... | came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it,... | discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," ... | Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Boun... | how he sneaked and slunk, and sidled, and splitted of straws, until, with not an inch of ground to which to cling, I hurled him out from amongst us: an object for the undying finger of scorn to point at, and for the avenging fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labouring frien... | Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lad... | Hard Times |
Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. | No speaker | the truest lad, the best!"<|quote|>Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing.</|quote|>"I am very, very sorry," | way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!"<|quote|>Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing.</|quote|>"I am very, very sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, | it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!"<|quote|>Her indignation failed her,... | him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lad... | demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever c... | remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, r... | fire of every free and thinking mind to scorch and scar! And now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard ... | hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "Y... | Hard Times |
"I am very, very sorry," | Louisa Bounderby | and she broke off sobbing.<|quote|>"I am very, very sorry,"</|quote|>said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, | best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing.<|quote|>"I am very, very sorry,"</|quote|>said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady," returned Rachael, "I | now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing.<|quote|>"I am very, very sorry,"</|quote|>said ... | it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a th... | Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," sa... | near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anyt... | and scar! And now, my friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask to... | and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring... | Hard Times |
said Louisa. | No speaker | "I am very, very sorry,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Oh, young lady, young lady," | and she broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Oh, young lady, young lady," returned Rachael, "I hope you | in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry,"<|quote|>said Louisa.</|quote|>"Oh, young la... | two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all ... | said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I w... | said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statement... | friends my labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, ... | visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have s... | Hard Times |
"Oh, young lady, young lady," | Rachel Gradgrind | very, very sorry," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Oh, young lady, young lady,"</|quote|>returned Rachael, "I hope you | broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Oh, young lady, young lady,"</|quote|>returned Rachael, "I hope you may be, but I don't | print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry," said Louisa.<|quote|>"Oh, young lady, young lady,"</|... | in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this t... | whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to ... | husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good o... | labouring friends, for I rejoice and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands b... | or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed a... | Hard Times |
returned Rachael, | No speaker | "Oh, young lady, young lady,"<|quote|>returned Rachael,</|quote|>"I hope you may be, | very, very sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady,"<|quote|>returned Rachael,</|quote|>"I hope you may be, but I don't know! I | and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady,"<|quote|>returned Rachael,</|quote|>"... | eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There ... | own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, a... | nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confron... | and triumph in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his native deform... | me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued... | Hard Times |
"I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I sa... | Rachel Gradgrind | lady, young lady," returned Rachael,<|quote|>"I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what t... | sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady," returned Rachael,<|quote|>"I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim o... | else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady," returned Rachael,<|quote|>"I hope you may be, ... | Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a m... | so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished ... | don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her wi... | in that stigma my friends whose hard but honest beds are made in toil, and whose scanty but independent pots are boiled in hardship; and now, I say, my friends, what appellation has that dastard craven taken to himself, when, with the mask torn from his features, he stands before us in all his native deformity, a What?... | and remained standing in the obscurest part of the room, near the door. "Mrs. Bounderby," said her husband, entering with a cool nod, "I don't disturb you, I hope. This is an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young To... | Hard Times |
Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. | No speaker | know now, I don't know!"<|quote|>Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted.</|quote|>"And when I think," said | to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!"<|quote|>Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted.</|quote|>"And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that | ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!"<|quote|>Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful ... | "I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I sa... | Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a m... | eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood ... | children yet unborn have set their infant hands and seals, I propose to you on the part of the United Aggregate Tribunal, ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by t... | see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her ... | Hard Times |
"And when I think," | Rachel Gradgrind | the man, and so afflicted.<|quote|>"And when I think,"</|quote|>said Rachael through her sobs, | faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted.<|quote|>"And when I think,"</|quote|>said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was | then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted.<|quote|>"And when I think,"</|quote|>said Rachael through her sobs, "... | know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to hi... | I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation f... | the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my siste... | ever watchful for your welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with... | an unseasonable hour, but here is a young woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen m... | Hard Times |
said Rachael through her sobs, | No speaker | afflicted. "And when I think,"<|quote|>said Rachael through her sobs,</|quote|>"that the poor lad was | of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think,"<|quote|>said Rachael through her sobs,</|quote|>"that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so | coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think,"<|quote|>said Rachael through her sobs,</|quote|>"that the poor lad wa... | for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know ... | say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and... | Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Lou... | welfare, ever zealous for your benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!... | been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, for he was present, "I cannot refuse to see them, for a reason that will explain itself. Shall they come in here?" As he answered in the affirmative, Sissy went away to bring them. She reappeared with them directly. Tom was last; and remained standing in the obscure... | Hard Times |
"that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" | Rachel Gradgrind | said Rachael through her sobs,<|quote|>"that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!"</|quote|>"You're a pre... | afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs,<|quote|>"that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don'... | of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs,<|quote|>"that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so g... | us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Loui... | said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. "I am very,... | of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And bes... | benefit, that this meeting does Resolve: That Stephen Blackpool, weaver, referred to in this placard, having been already solemnly disowned by the community of Coketown Hands, the same are free from the shame of his misdeeds, and cannot as a class be reproached with his dishonest actions!" Thus Slackbridge; gnashing an... | that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Th... | Hard Times |
"You're a pretty article," | Young Thomas | don't know, I don't know!"<|quote|>"You're a pretty article,"</|quote|>growled the whelp, moving uneasily | to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!"<|quote|>"You're a pretty article,"</|quote|>growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to | grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!"<|quote|>"You're a pretty article,"</|quote|>growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his d... | take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put ... | am very, very sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady," returned Rachael, "I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some... | hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Loui... | A few stern voices called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three chee... | obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and s... | Hard Times |
growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, | No speaker | know!" "You're a pretty article,"<|quote|>growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner,</|quote|>"to come here with these | I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article,"<|quote|>growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner,</|quote|>"to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to | good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article,"<|quote|>growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner,</|quote|>"to come here... | him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his har... | said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady," returned Rachael, "I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not ... | said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I w... | called out "No!" and a score or two hailed, with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he s... | now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, youn... | Hard Times |
"to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." | Young Thomas | uneasily in his dark corner,<|quote|>"to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights."</|quote|>She said nothing in reply; | article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner,<|quote|>"to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights."</|quote|>She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was | his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner,<|quote|>"to come here with these precious imputations! You ought t... | Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you b... | "I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I sa... | so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished ... | with assenting cries of "Hear, hear!" the caution from one man, "Slackbridge, y'or over hetter in't; y'or a goen too fast!" But these were pigmies against an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These me... | woman who has been making statements which render my visit necessary. Tom Gradgrind, as your son, young Tom, refuses for some obstinate reason or other to say anything at all about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, ... | Hard Times |
She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. | No speaker | you would be by rights."<|quote|>She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke.</|quote|>"Come!" said he, "you know | how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights."<|quote|>She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke.</|quote|>"Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to | cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights."<|quote|>She said nothing in reply; and her lo... | said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," gro... | for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know ... | "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank... | an army; the general assemblage subscribed to the gospel according to Slackbridge, and gave three cheers for him, as he sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who i... | her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to d... | Hard Times |
"Come!" | Josiah Bounderby | heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>said he, "you know what | the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. | in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke.<|quote|>"Come!"</|quote|>said he, "you know wha... | mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! Yo... | but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so ... | colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. B... | sat demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman ... | the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, young lady, if you please," pursued Rachael, "why, in an evil hour, you ever came to Stephen's that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished... | Hard Times |
said he, | No speaker | until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"you know what you have | only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"you know what you have engaged to do. You had | his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"you know what y... | that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You oug... | what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so fait... | deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderb... | demonstratively panting at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who ... | not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what ... | Hard Times |
"you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." | Josiah Bounderby | Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he,<|quote|>"you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this."</|quote|>"'Deed, I am loath," returned | that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he,<|quote|>"you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this."</|quote|>"'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that | corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he,<|quote|>"you know what you have engaged to... | put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be... | may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to h... | I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, ce... | at them. These men and women were yet in the streets, passing quietly to their homes, when Sissy, who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael... | towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark cor... | Hard Times |
"'Deed, I am loath," | Rachel Gradgrind | mind to that; not this."<|quote|>"'Deed, I am loath,"</|quote|>returned Rachael, drying her eyes, | You had better give your mind to that; not this."<|quote|>"'Deed, I am loath,"</|quote|>returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see | to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this."<|quote|>"'Deed, I am loath,"</|quote|>returned Rachael, ... | hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She sai... | the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sob... | ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable a... | who had been called away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been... | why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not repro... | Hard Times |
returned Rachael, drying her eyes, | No speaker | this." "'Deed, I am loath,"<|quote|>returned Rachael, drying her eyes,</|quote|>"that any here should see | your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath,"<|quote|>returned Rachael, drying her eyes,</|quote|>"that any here should see me like this; but I | you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath,"<|quote|>returned Rachael, drying her eyes,</|quote|>"that a... | sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in rep... | said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poo... | flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am b... | away from Louisa some minutes before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems a... | what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bo... | Hard Times |
"that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should ... | Rachel Gradgrind | returned Rachael, drying her eyes,<|quote|>"that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give... | this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes,<|quote|>"that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew wh... | She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes,<|quote|>"that any here should see me like this; b... | cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weepin... | coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, th... | offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "You... | before, returned. "Who is it?" asked Louisa. "It is Mr. Bounderby," said Sissy, timid of the name, "and your brother Mr. Tom, and a young woman who says her name is Rachael, and that you know her." "What do they want, Sissy dear?" "They want to see you. Rachael has been crying, and seems angry." "Father," said Louisa, ... | you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells... | Hard Times |
"So far, that's true enough," | Josiah Bounderby | said, and brought me here."<|quote|>"So far, that's true enough,"</|quote|>assented Mr. Bounderby, with his | he believed no word I said, and brought me here."<|quote|>"So far, that's true enough,"</|quote|>assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and | hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here."<|quote|>"So far, that's true enough,"</|quote|>assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in... | should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and t... | spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as m... | tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she wa... | about those statements, good or bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her... | her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards M... | Hard Times |
assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. | No speaker | "So far, that's true enough,"<|quote|>assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on.</|quote|>"But I have known you | said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough,"<|quote|>assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on.</|quote|>"But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, | Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough,"<|quote|>assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on.</|... | days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to se... | know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had ... | ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her i... | bad, I am obliged to confront her with your daughter." "You have seen me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounde... | and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and... | Hard Times |
"But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" | Josiah Bounderby | pockets and his hat on.<|quote|>"But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!"</|quote|>"I have written to St... | with his hands in his pockets and his hat on.<|quote|>"But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!"</|quote|... | and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on.<|quote|>"But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, an... | away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; an... | to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I kn... | you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rac... | me once before, young lady," said Rachael, standing in front of Louisa. Tom coughed. "You have seen me, young lady," repeated Rachael, as she did not answer, "once before." Tom coughed again. "I have." Rachael cast her eyes proudly towards Mr. Bounderby, and said, "Will you make it known, young lady, where, and who was... | suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, ... | Hard Times |
"I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," | Rachel Gradgrind | at present is, do it!"<|quote|>"I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away,"</|quote|>said Rachael; "and he will | all I remark upon that at present is, do it!"<|quote|>"I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away,"</|quote|>said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in | "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!"<|quote|>"I have written to Stephen by the post that went out t... | and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know... | if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work.... | to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; b... | lady, where, and who was there?" "I went to the house where Stephen Blackpool lodged, on the night of his discharge from his work, and I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young To... | am very, very sorry," said Louisa. "Oh, young lady, young lady," returned Rachael, "I hope you may be, but I don't know! I can't say what you may ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some... | Hard Times |
said Rachael; | No speaker | before sin' he went away,"<|quote|>said Rachael;</|quote|>"and he will be here, | have written to him once before sin' he went away,"<|quote|>said Rachael;</|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." | so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away,"<|quote|>said Rachael;</|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, i... | word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have u... | a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride h... | thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here w... | I saw you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she... | for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachae... | Hard Times |
"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." | Rachel Gradgrind | he went away," said Rachael;<|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."</|quote|>"Then, I'll tell you something. | to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael;<|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."</|quote|>"Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," | to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael;<|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."</|qu... | said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertak... | and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will ... | so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these pr... | you there. He was there too; and an old woman who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells... | of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the M... | Hard Times |
"Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," | Josiah Bounderby | at furthest, in two days."<|quote|>"Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps,"</|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you | "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."<|quote|>"Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps,"</|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after | to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."<|quote|>"Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps,"<... | assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, ... | days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to se... | his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bun... | who did not speak, and whom I could scarcely see, stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full th... | come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her ... | Hard Times |
retorted Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | You are not aware perhaps,"<|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"that you yourself have been | "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps,"<|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"that you yourself have been looked after now and then, | is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps,"<|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"that you yourself... | his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went o... | brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every... | that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and ... | stood in a dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth... | weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I... | Hard Times |
"that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into i... | Josiah Bounderby | aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no... | you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. Wha... | "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"that you yourself have been looked aft... | "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afte... | away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; an... | up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave yourself, and you would be by r... | dark corner. My brother was with me." "Why couldn't you say so, young Tom?" demanded Bounderby. "I promised my sister I wouldn't." Which Louisa hastily confirmed. "And besides," said the whelp bitterly, "she tells her own story so precious well and so full that what business had I to take it out of her mouth!" "Say, yo... | "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a ... | Hard Times |
"He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," | Rachel Gradgrind | mistaken, and never wrote any."<|quote|>"He hadn't been gone from here, young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael, turning appealingly to | you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any."<|quote|>"He hadn't been gone from here, young lady,"</|quote|>said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a | most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any."<|quote|>"He hadn't been go... | went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged a... | believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing... | the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read wh... | that night." "I felt compassion for him," said Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only ta... | low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, wh... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, | No speaker | gone from here, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa,</|quote|>"as much as a week, | wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa,</|quote|>"as much as a week, when he sent me the | they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady,"<|quote|>said Rachael, turning a... | here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The pos... | here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; a... | Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has... | Louisa, her colour deepening, "and I wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes t... | any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be her... | Hard Times |
"as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." | Rachel Gradgrind | Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa,<|quote|>"as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name."</|quote|>"Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, | from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa,<|quote|>"as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name."</|quote|>"Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a | forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa,<|quote|>"as much as a wee... | "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten ei... | assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, ... | know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had ... | wished to know what he was going to do, and wished to offer him assistance." "Thank you, ma'am," said Bounderby. "Much flattered and obliged." "Did you offer him," asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, cert... | won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. B... | Hard Times |
"Oh, by George!" | Josiah Bounderby | seek work in another name."<|quote|>"Oh, by George!"</|quote|>cried Bounderby, shaking his head, | that he was forced to seek work in another name."<|quote|>"Oh, by George!"</|quote|>cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes | guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name."<|quote|>"Oh, by George!"</|quote|>cried Bounde... | from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, a... | die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "an... | here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in... | asked Rachael, "a bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," sa... | but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-wor... | Hard Times |
cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, | No speaker | another name." "Oh, by George!"<|quote|>cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle,</|quote|>"he changes his name, does | forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!"<|quote|>cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle,</|quote|>"he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, | mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!"<|quote|>cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a w... | this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any... | of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be ... | me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I cou... | bank-note?" "Yes; but he refused it, and would only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Steph... | that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon... | Hard Times |
"he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names." | Josiah Bounderby | his head, with a whistle,<|quote|>"he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names."</|quote|>"What," said Rachael, with the | by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle,<|quote|>"he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names."</|quote|>"What," said Rachael, with the tears ... | gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle,<|quote|>"he changes his name, does he! That's ra... | judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady,"... | much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, ... | so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then,... | only take two pounds in gold." Rachael cast her eyes towards Mr. Bounderby again. "Oh, certainly!" said Bounderby. "If you put the question whether your ridiculous and improbable account was true or not, I am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public ... | to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his ... | Hard Times |
"What," | Rachel Gradgrind | happens to have many names."<|quote|>"What,"</|quote|>said Rachael, with the tears | I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names."<|quote|>"What,"</|quote|>said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again, "what, | seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names."<|quote|>"What,"</|quo... | yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried B... | out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from sus... | went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-ni... | am bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation fai... | it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after ... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again, | No speaker | to have many names." "What,"<|quote|>said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again,</|quote|>"what, young lady, in the | believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names." "What,"<|quote|>said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again,</|quote|>"what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left | work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names." "What,"<|quote|>said Racha... | I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderb... | this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspici... | straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, ... | bound to say it's confirmed." "Young lady," said Rachael, "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed... | over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out ... | Hard Times |
"what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go w... | Rachel Gradgrind | tears in her eyes again,<|quote|>"what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all throu... | "What," said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again,<|quote|>"what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his ... | shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent happens to have many names." "What," said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again,<|quote|>"what, young lady, ... | never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes hi... | before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people... | Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Steph... | "Stephen Blackpool is now named as a thief in public print all over this town, and where else! There have been a meeting to-night where he have been spoken of in the same shameful way. Stephen! The honestest lad, the truest lad, the best!" Her indignation failed her, and she broke off sobbing. "I am very, very sorry," ... | hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to be bundled out for not knowing how to behave... | Hard Times |
"Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," | Louisa Bounderby | be hunted like a hare?"<|quote|>"Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart,"</|quote|>returned Louisa; "and I hope | through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?"<|quote|>"Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart,"</|quote|>returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." | to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?"<|quote|>"Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart,"</|quote|>returned Louisa; "and I hope that he... | when an Innocent happens to have many names." "What," said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again, "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man ha... | got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work... | I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you neve... | ha' done! The like of you don't know us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you s... | being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been forgotten either. What I'll tell you is, that no letter to Stephen Blackpool has ever got into it. Therefore, what has become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young ... | Hard Times |
returned Louisa; | No speaker | pity him from my heart,"<|quote|>returned Louisa;</|quote|>"and I hope that he | a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart,"<|quote|>returned Louisa;</|quote|>"and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need | he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart,"<|quote|>returned Louisa;</|quote|>"and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need hav... | "What," said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again, "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Mus... | yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried B... | I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recomm... | us, don't care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; bu... | engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print o... | Hard Times |
"and I hope that he will clear himself." | Louisa Bounderby | from my heart," returned Louisa;<|quote|>"and I hope that he will clear himself."</|quote|>"You need have no fear | "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa;<|quote|>"and I hope that he will clear himself."</|quote|>"You need have no fear of that, young lady. He | right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa;<|quote|>"and I hope that he will clear himself."</|quote|>"You need have no fea... | Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again, "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong... | leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby,... | him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you ... | care for us, don't belong to us. I am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't ... | then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you... | Hard Times |
"You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" | Rachel Gradgrind | that he will clear himself."<|quote|>"You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!"</|quote|>"All the surer, I suppose," | returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself."<|quote|>"You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!"</|quote|>"All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your | his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself."<|quote|>"You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!"</|quot... | "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go w... | never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes hi... | knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just ... | am not sure why you may ha' come that night. I can't tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa cou... | what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his h... | Hard Times |
"All the surer, I suppose," | Josiah Bounderby | young lady. He is sure!"<|quote|>"All the surer, I suppose,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "for your | have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!"<|quote|>"All the surer, I suppose,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he | through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!"<|quote|>"All the surer, I suppose,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,... | lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" ... | Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate ... | "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I re... | tell but what you may ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she wa... | here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | "All the surer, I suppose,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"for your refusing to tell | young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He | must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"for your refusing to tel... | against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity... | "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspiciou... | assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, ... | ha' come wi' some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her i... | so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "The... | Hard Times |
"for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" | Josiah Bounderby | I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?"</|quote|>"He shall not, through any | is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?"</|quote|>"He shall not, through any act of mine, come back | wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?"<... | one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my he... | a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts ... | with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written ... | some aim of your own, not mindin to what trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the ma... | put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straight to the Bank to say I knew where Stephen was, and to give a sure and certain promise that he should be here in two days. I couldn't meet wi' Mr. Bounderby then, and your brother sent me away, and I tried t... | Hard Times |
"He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done against him," | Rachel Gradgrind | tell where he is? Eh?"<|quote|>"He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done ... | Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?"<|quote|>"He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I ... | like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?"<|quote|>"He shall not, through any act of mine, come b... | he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he w... | I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe, when an Innocent ... | on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this ... | trouble you brought such as the poor lad. I said then, Bless you for coming; and I said it of my heart, you seemed to take so pitifully to him; but I don't know now, I don't know!" Louisa could not reproach her for her unjust suspicions; she was so faithful to her idea of the man, and so afflicted. "And when I think," ... | you never die for want of talking. Now, I recommend you not so much to mind talking just now, as doing. You have undertaken to do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Ra... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea, | No speaker | has been done against him,"<|quote|>said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea,</|quote|>"and he will be here, | I have told him what has been done against him,"<|quote|>said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea,</|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." | come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done against him,"<|quote|>said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock... | from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought ba... | have many names." "What," said Rachael, with the tears in her eyes again, "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mi... | post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quit... | so afflicted. "And when I think," said Rachael through her sobs, "that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't kno... | be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here.... | Hard Times |
"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." | Rachel Gradgrind | rock throws off the sea,<|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."</|quote|>"Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby, | off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea,<|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."</|quote|>"Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby, "if he can be laid | back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done against him," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea,<|quote|>"and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."</|qu... | "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all tho... | "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go w... | before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people... | poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his da... | was not to be found, and I went back to work. Soon as I come out of the Mill to-night, I hastened to hear what was said of Stephen for I know wi' pride he will come back to shame it! and then I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and broug... | Hard Times |
"Notwithstanding which," | Josiah Bounderby | at furthest, in two days."<|quote|>"Notwithstanding which,"</|quote|>added Mr. Bounderby, "if he | "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."<|quote|>"Notwithstanding which,"</|quote|>added Mr. Bounderby, "if he can be laid hold of | all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done against him," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days."<|quote|>"Notwithstanding which,"</|quote|>added Mr. Bounderby... | is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he... | the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like ... | be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The ... | him when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious impu... | in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't bee... | Hard Times |
added Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | in two days." "Notwithstanding which,"<|quote|>added Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"if he can be laid | will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding which,"<|quote|>added Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he | that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done against him," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding which,"<|quote|>added Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"if he c... | "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here ... | lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" ... | at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-offi... | I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! ... | I went again to seek Mr. Bounderby, and I found him, and I told him every word I knew; and he believed no word I said, and brought me here." "So far, that's true enough," assented Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets and his hat on. "But I have known you people before to-day, you'll observe, and I know you neve... | Hard Times |
"if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As to you, I have nothing against you; what you came and told me turns out to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true, and there's an end of it. I wish you good night all! I must be off to look a li... | Josiah Bounderby | "Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As to you, I have nothing against you; what you came and told me turns out to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true, and there's an end of it.... | at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As to you, I have nothing against you; what you came and told me turns out to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true... | his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done against him," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"if he can be laid hold of any soon... | I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence,... | The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, in... | two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr. Bounderby, "that you yourself have been looked after now and then, not being considered quite free from suspicion in this business, on account of most people being judged according to the company they keep. The post-office hasn't been f... | he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I don't know, I don't know!" "You're a pretty article," growled the whelp, moving uneasily in his dark corner, "to come here with these precious imputations! You ought to... | with the tears in her eyes again, "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters against him on one hand, the men against him on the other, he only wantin to work hard in peace, and do what he felt right. Can a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all thro... | Hard Times |
Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky | No speaker | a little further into this."<|quote|>Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky</|quote|>"Good night, father!" With a | must be off to look a little further into this."<|quote|>Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky</|quote|>"Good night, father!" With a brief speech, and a scowl | nothing against you; what you came and told me turns out to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true, and there's an end of it. I wish you good night all! I must be off to look a little further into this."<|quote|>Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to... | Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby, "if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As to you, I have nothing against you; what you came and told m... | my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. H... | become of yours, I leave you to guess. Perhaps you're mistaken, and never wrote any." "He hadn't been gone from here, young lady," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George... | you would be by rights." She said nothing in reply; and her low weeping was the only sound that was heard, until Mr. Bounderby spoke. "Come!" said he, "you know what you have engaged to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should se... | a man have no soul of his own, no mind of his own? Must he go wrong all through wi' this side, or must he go wrong all through wi' that, or else be hunted like a hare?" "Indeed, indeed, I pity him from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is... | Hard Times |
"Good night, father!" | Young Thomas | delivered himself was a sulky<|quote|>"Good night, father!"</|quote|>With a brief speech, and | parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky<|quote|>"Good night, father!"</|quote|>With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, | wish you good night all! I must be off to look a little further into this." Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky<|quote|>"Good night, father!"</|quote|>With a brief speech, an... | any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As to you, I have nothing against you; what you came and told me turns out to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true, and there's an end of it. I wish you good night all! I must be off to look a little further into this." To... | refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been d... | when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justi... | to do. You had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I ... | do something; all I remark upon that at present is, do it!" "I have written to Stephen by the post that went out this afternoon, as I have written to him once before sin' he went away," said Rachael; "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Then, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps," retorted Mr... | Hard Times |
With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet-anchor had come home, Mr. Gradgrind had been sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said: | No speaker | a sulky "Good night, father!"<|quote|>With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet-anchor had come home, Mr. Gradgrind had been sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said:</|quote|>"Rachael, you will not distrust | which he delivered himself was a sulky "Good night, father!"<|quote|>With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet-anchor had come home, Mr. Gradgrind had been sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said:</|quote|>"Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when ... | night all! I must be off to look a little further into this." Tom came out of his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky "Good night, father!"<|quote|>With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister... | shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As to you, I have nothing against you; what you came and told me turns out to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true, and there's an end of it. I wish you good night all! I must be off to look a little further into this." Tom came out of h... | where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought back. He shall come back of his own accord to clear himself, and put all those that have injured his good character, and he not here for its defence, to shame. I have told him what has been done against him,"... | me the only letter I have had from him, saying that he was forced to seek work in another name." "Oh, by George!" cried Bounderby, shaking his head, with a whistle, "he changes his name, does he! That's rather unlucky, too, for such an immaculate chap. It's considered a little suspicious in Courts of Justice, I believe... | had better give your mind to that; not this." "'Deed, I am loath," returned Rachael, drying her eyes, "that any here should see me like this; but I won't be seen so again. Young lady, when I had read what's put in print of Stephen and what has just as much truth in it as if it had been put in print of you I went straig... | from my heart," returned Louisa; "and I hope that he will clear himself." "You need have no fear of that, young lady. He is sure!" "All the surer, I suppose," said Mr. Bounderby, "for your refusing to tell where he is? Eh?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brought ba... | Hard Times |
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