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"Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." | Louisa Bounderby | silent, when Louisa mildly said:<|quote|>"Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better."</|quote|>"It goes against me," Rachael | of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said:<|quote|>"Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better."</|quote|>"It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, | The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky "Good night, father!" 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 dist... | 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 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... | 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." "Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby, "if he can be l... | 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, "what, young lady, in the name of Mercy, was left the poor lad to do! The masters a... | 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, and your brother sent... | 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, w... | Hard Times |
"It goes against me," | Rachel Gradgrind | when you know me better."<|quote|>"It goes against me,"</|quote|>Rachael answered, in a gentler | not distrust me one day, when you know me better."<|quote|>"It goes against me,"</|quote|>Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; | night, father!" 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: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better."<|quote|>"It goes against me,"</|quote|>Ra... | 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 "Good night, father!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his siste... | 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, "if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clea... | 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, "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 h... | 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 to find you, but you was not to be fou... | 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, "if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall... | Hard Times |
Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, | No speaker | better." "It goes against me,"<|quote|>Rachael answered, in a gentler manner,</|quote|>"to mistrust any one; but | day, when you know me better." "It goes against me,"<|quote|>Rachael answered, in a gentler manner,</|quote|>"to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted | 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: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me,"<|quote|>Rachael answered, in a gentler man... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house... | 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, "if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing himself. As to you... | Courts of Justice, I believe, 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 wh... | 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 to find you, but you was not to be found, and I went back... | 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," said ... | Hard Times |
"to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." | Rachel Gradgrind | answered, in a gentler manner,<|quote|>"to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged."</|quote|>"Did you tel... | "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner,<|quote|>"to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so w... | 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: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner,<|quote|>"to mistrust any one; bu... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet-anch... | 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, "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 ... | 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 have no... | 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. Soon as I... | 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 wrong all through wi... | Hard Times |
"Did you tell him in your letter," | Cecilia Jupe | the poor lad so wronged."<|quote|>"Did you tell him in your letter,"</|quote|>inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed | to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged."<|quote|>"Did you tell him in your letter,"</|quote|>inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, | when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged."<|quote|>"Did you tell him in your letter,"</|quote|>inquired Sissy, "that suspicion se... | house. Since his sheet-anchor had come home, Mr. Gradgrind had been sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when w... | 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 his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, an... | 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 will clear himself." "You need have no fear... | 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; and he believed no word I said, and b... | 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," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws ... | Hard Times |
inquired Sissy, | No speaker | tell him in your letter,"<|quote|>inquired Sissy,</|quote|>"that suspicion seemed to have | lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter,"<|quote|>inquired Sissy,</|quote|>"that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he | all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter,"<|quote|>inquired Sissy,</|quote|>"that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, be... | Mr. Gradgrind had been sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out... | 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 his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting ... | 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 s... | 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." "So far, tha... | "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... | Hard Times |
"that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." | Cecilia Jupe | in your letter," inquired Sissy,<|quote|>"that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready."</|quote|>"Yes, dear," she returned; "but | wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy,<|quote|>"that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready."</|quote|>"Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can | I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy,<|quote|>"that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been... | had been sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I... | 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 his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutati... | 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 sure!" "Al... | 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." "So far, that's tru... | 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, to shame. I... | Hard Times |
"Yes, dear," | Louisa Bounderby | back, and would be ready."<|quote|>"Yes, dear,"</|quote|>she returned; "but I can't | have to explain on coming back, and would be ready."<|quote|>"Yes, dear,"</|quote|>she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever | wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready."<|quote|>"Yes, dear,"</|quote|>she returned; "but I can'... | manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet... | "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?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited ... | 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... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he lef... | Hard Times |
she returned; | No speaker | would be ready." "Yes, dear,"<|quote|>she returned;</|quote|>"but I can't guess what | explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear,"<|quote|>she returned;</|quote|>"but I can't guess what can have ever taken him | poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear,"<|quote|>she returned;</|quote|>"but I can't guess ... | mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspici... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet-anchor... | 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?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being... | 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 never die f... | 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, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding whi... | Hard Times |
"but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." | Louisa Bounderby | ready." "Yes, dear," she returned;<|quote|>"but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it."</|quote|>Sissy had already been at | coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned;<|quote|>"but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it."</|quote|>Sissy had already been at her side asking her where | so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned;<|quote|>"but I can't guess what can have ever... | one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to ... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. Since his sheet-anchor had come home,... | 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?" "He shall not, through any act of mine, come back wi' the unmerited reproach of being brough... | 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 never die for want o... | 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 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 d... | Hard Times |
Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. | No speaker | mine, and not near it."<|quote|>Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him.</|quote|>"I doubt," said Rachael, "if | way was the same as mine, and not near it."<|quote|>Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him.</|quote|>"I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till | he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it."<|quote|>Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and w... | what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Y... | a sulky "Good night, father!" 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: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Racha... | "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, to shame. I have told him what ... | 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 ... | 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!" 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 spar... | Hard Times |
"I doubt," | Rachel Gradgrind | there were news of him.<|quote|>"I doubt,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "if he can | to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him.<|quote|>"I doubt,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." | He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him.<|quote|>"I doubt,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day.... | "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. Hi... | had been sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I... | 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," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days.... | 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; "and he wil... | 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, indeed... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, | No speaker | news of him. "I doubt,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"if he can be here | to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"if he can be here till next day." "Then I | used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"if he can be here till next day." "Then I... | seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the sa... | sparing of speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your... | 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," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a rock throws off the sea, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwit... | 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 her... | 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 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 mus... | Hard Times |
"if he can be here till next day." | Rachel Gradgrind | him. "I doubt," said Rachael,<|quote|>"if he can be here till next day."</|quote|>"Then I will come next | if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael,<|quote|>"if he can be here till next day."</|quote|>"Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When | go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael,<|quote|>"if he can be here till next day."</|quote|>"Then I will co... | have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine... | speech. He still sat silent, when Louisa mildly said: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for... | 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, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding ... | 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 here, at furthest... | 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 those th... | Hard Times |
"Then I will come next night too," | Cecilia Jupe | be here till next day."<|quote|>"Then I will come next night too,"</|quote|>said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting | said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day."<|quote|>"Then I will come next night too,"</|quote|>said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. | His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day."<|quote|>"Then I will come next night too,"</|quote|>said Sissy. Whe... | seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been... | said: "Rachael, you will not distrust me one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I... | 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, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding which," added Mr. Bounderby, "if he can ... | 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, I'll tell you... | 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." Tom came out o... | Hard Times |
said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: | No speaker | will come next night too,"<|quote|>said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter:</|quote|>"Louisa, my dear, I have | till next day." "Then I will come next night too,"<|quote|>said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter:</|quote|>"Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, | and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too,"<|quote|>said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone,... | would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she... | one day, when you know me better." "It goes against me," Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it a... | 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, "if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall... | 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, I'll tell you something. You are not aware perhaps... | 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 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 d... | Hard Times |
"Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" | Thomas Gradgrind | and said to his daughter:<|quote|>"Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?"</|quote|>"I think I have believed | Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter:<|quote|>"Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?"</|quote|>"I think I have believed it, father, though with great | come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter:<|quote|>"Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I kno... | "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rach... | one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to ... | 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, "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... | 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 now and then, not being considered ... | 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 him fro... | Hard Times |
"I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." | Louisa Bounderby | believe him to be implicated?"<|quote|>"I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now."</|quote|>"That is to say, you | seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?"<|quote|>"I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now."</|quote|>"That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe | till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?"<|quote|>"I think I have believed it, father, though w... | in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rac... | mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know ... | 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 me turns out to be true, and I have given you the means of proving it to be true, and there... | 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 according to the c... | Rachael answered, in a gentler manner, "to mistrust any one; but when I am so mistrusted when we all are I cannot keep such things quite out of my mind. I ask your pardon for having done you an injury. I don't think what I said now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in ... | Hard Times |
"That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" | Thomas Gradgrind | do not believe it now."<|quote|>"That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?"</|quote|>"Very honest." "And her confidence | though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now."<|quote|>"That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?"</|quote|>"Very honest." "And her confidence not to be shaken! I | was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now."<|quote|>"That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to ... | been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said ... | now. Yet I might come to think it again, wi' the poor lad so wronged." "Did you tell him in your letter," inquired Sissy, "that suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," s... | 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." Tom ca... | 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 either. What I'll tell you is, that no... | 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 sure!" "Al... | Hard Times |
"Very honest." | Louisa Bounderby | manner; are they so honest?"<|quote|>"Very honest."</|quote|>"And her confidence not to | be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?"<|quote|>"Very honest."</|quote|>"And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself," | man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?"<|quote|>"Very honest."</|quote|>"And her c... | doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I h... | suspicion seemed to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way ... | 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 his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of ... | 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... | 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, "and he will be here, at furthest, in two days." "Notwithstanding which," add... | Hard Times |
"And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself," | Thomas Gradgrind | they so honest?" "Very honest."<|quote|>"And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, musing, "does | His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest."<|quote|>"And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, musing, "does the real culprit know of | you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest."<|quote|>"And her confidence not to ... | Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed ... | to have fallen upon him, because he had been seen about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as m... | 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 his corner when Mr. Bounderby moved, moved with him, kept close to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which h... | 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." "He hadn't b... | 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, "if he can be laid hold of any sooner, he shall have an earlier opportunity of clearing... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, musing, | No speaker | be shaken! I ask myself,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, musing,</|quote|>"does the real culprit know | "And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, musing,</|quote|>"does the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is | believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest." "And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, musin... | I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not... | about the Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at h... | 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 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... | 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," said Rachael, turning a... | 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," said Rachael, throwing off all distrust as a... | Hard Times |
"does the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?" | Thomas Gradgrind | myself," said Mr. Gradgrind, musing,<|quote|>"does the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?"</|quote|>His hair had latterly began | to be shaken! I ask myself," said Mr. Gradgrind, musing,<|quote|>"does the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?"</|quote|>His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As | with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest." "And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself," said Mr. Gradgrind, musing,<|quote|>"does the real culprit kn... | night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now."... | night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her... | 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 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!" With a... | 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," said Rachael, turning appealingly to Louisa, "... | to him, and went away with him. The only parting salutation of which he delivered himself was a sulky "Good night, father!" 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: "Ra... | Hard Times |
His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Sissy flushed and started, and Louisa put her finger on her lip. Next nig... | No speaker | is he? Who is he?"<|quote|>His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Sissy flushed and started, and Louisa put her ... | know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?"<|quote|>His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Sissy flushed... | once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest." "And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself," said Mr. Gradgrind, musing, "does the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?"<|quote|>His hair had latterl... | up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be susp... | and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. ... | 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, "as much as a week, when he sent me the only letter I have had from him, saying that... | 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 little further i... | Hard Times |
"_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" | Young Thomas | and began to grow defiant.<|quote|>"_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?"</|quote|>Where was the man, and | plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant.<|quote|>"_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?"</|quote|>Where was the man, and why did he not come | in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinion was divided. Six days, seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant.<|quote|>"_Was_ the suspected fellow ... | of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had wr... | upon the main road, sixty miles away. Messengers were sent to that place, and the whole town looked for Stephen to be brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all the proceedings. He was greatly excited, horribly fevered, bit his nails down to th... | His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Sissy flushed and started, and Louisa put her finger on her lip. Next nig... | 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!" With a brief speech, and a scowl at his sister, he left the house. ... | news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicate... | Hard Times |
Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did... | No speaker | did he not come back?"<|quote|>Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool.... | was the man, and why did he not come back?"<|quote|>Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. ... | On this point opinion was divided. Six days, seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?"<|quote|>Where was the man, and why did he not... | alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinion was div... | brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all the proceedings. He was greatly excited, horribly fevered, bit his nails down to the quick, spoke in a hard rattling voice, and with lips that were black and burnt up. At the hour when the suspected ma... | a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Sissy flushed and started, and Louisa put her finger on her lip. Next night, when Sissy returned home and told Louisa that Stephen was not come, she told it in a whisper. Next night again, whe... | 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!" 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 ... | I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest." "And h... | Hard Times |
"I misdoubt," | Rachel Gradgrind | piece of machinery in Coketown.<|quote|>"I misdoubt,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "if there is | monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown.<|quote|>"I misdoubt,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left | mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown.<|quote|>... | did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact... | into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had ... | showed her letter from him with his address, at a working colony, one of many, not upon the main road, sixty miles away. Messengers were sent to that place, and the whole town looked for Stephen to be brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all ... | Bank at night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side as... | close at his side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Sissy flushed and started, and Louisa put her finger on her lip. Next night, when Sissy returned home and told Louisa that Stephen was not come, she told it in a whisper. Next night again, when she came home with the same account, and added that he had ... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, | No speaker | machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"if there is as many | wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"if there is as many as twenty left in all | like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt,"<|quote|>s... | not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, a... | week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven... | letter from him with his address, at a working colony, one of many, not upon the main road, sixty miles away. Messengers were sent to that place, and the whole town looked for Stephen to be brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all the proceed... | night? He would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her... | off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was,... | Hard Times |
"if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." | Rachel Gradgrind | Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael,<|quote|>"if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now."</|quote|>She said it to Sissy, | any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael,<|quote|>"if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now."</|quote|>She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her | Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael,<|quo... | back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated not... | wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how... | him with his address, at a working colony, one of many, not upon the main road, sixty miles away. Messengers were sent to that place, and the whole town looked for Stephen to be brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all the proceedings. He was... | would then know what he would have to explain on coming back, and would be ready." "Yes, dear," she returned; "but I can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she... | soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinion was divided. Six days, seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant... | Hard Times |
She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. | No speaker | the poor dear lad now."<|quote|>She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sor... | who have any trust in the poor dear lad now."<|quote|>She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light... | unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now."<|quote|>She said it to Sissy, as ... | such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even ... | not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night agai... | to that place, and the whole town looked for Stephen to be brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all the proceedings. He was greatly excited, horribly fevered, bit his nails down to the quick, spoke in a hard rattling voice, and with lips that... | can't guess what can have ever taken him there. He never used to go there. It was never in his way. His way was the same as mine, and not near it." Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "i... | right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly... | Hard Times |
"If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," | Rachel Gradgrind | shine on their sorrowful talk.<|quote|>"If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to,"</|quote|>pursued Rachael, "times are, when | wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk.<|quote|>"If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to,"</|quote|>pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would | in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk.<|quote|>"If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, ... | the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Si... | and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost... | were black and burnt up. At the hour when the suspected man was looked for, the whelp was at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael... | him. "I doubt," said Rachael, "if he can be here till next day." "Then I will come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I t... | told it in a whisper. Next night again, when she came home with the same account, and added that he had not been heard of, she spoke in the same low frightened tone. From the moment of that interchange of looks, they never uttered his name, or any reference to him, aloud; nor ever pursued the subject of the robbery, wh... | Hard Times |
pursued Rachael, | No speaker | have you to speak to,"<|quote|>pursued Rachael,</|quote|>"times are, when I think | about, that I was to have you to speak to,"<|quote|>pursued Rachael,</|quote|>"times are, when I think my mind would not have | when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to,"<|quote|>pursued Rachael,</|quote|>"times are, when I th... | "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had sin... | did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact... | whelp was at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; ... | come next night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believ... | not been heard of, she spoke in the same low frightened tone. From the moment of that interchange of looks, they never uttered his name, or any reference to him, aloud; nor ever pursued the subject of the robbery, when Mr. Gradgrind spoke of it. The two appointed days ran out, three days and nights ran out, and Stephen... | Hard Times |
"times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" | Rachel Gradgrind | to speak to," pursued Rachael,<|quote|>"times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?"</|quote|>"I do believe so," returned | I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael,<|quote|>"times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?"</|quote|>"I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. | was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael,<|quote|>"times are, when I think my mind would... | said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the ... | not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, a... | at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no sou... | night too," said Sissy. When Rachael, assenting to this, was gone, Mr. Gradgrind lifted up his head, and said to his daughter: "Louisa, my dear, I have never, that I know of, seen this man. Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now."... | at a working colony, one of many, not upon the main road, sixty miles away. Messengers were sent to that place, and the whole town looked for Stephen to be brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all the proceedings. He was greatly excited, horr... | Hard Times |
"I do believe so," | Cecilia Jupe | he will be proved clear?"<|quote|>"I do believe so,"</|quote|>returned Sissy, "with my whole | appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?"<|quote|>"I do believe so,"</|quote|>returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, | been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?"<|quote|>"I do believe so,"</|quote|>returned S... | lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you t... | who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as m... | returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinio... | Do you believe him to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest." "And her confidence not to be sh... | bit his nails down to the quick, spoke in a hard rattling voice, and with lips that were black and burnt up. At the hour when the suspected man was looked for, the whelp was at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. Th... | Hard Times |
returned Sissy, | No speaker | clear?" "I do believe so,"<|quote|>returned Sissy,</|quote|>"with my whole heart. I | him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so,"<|quote|>returned Sissy,</|quote|>"with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that | that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so,"<|quote|>returned Sissy,</|quote|>"with my whole heart. I f... | lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued... | found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wond... | had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinion was divided. Six days, seven da... | to be implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest." "And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself,... | "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until mor... | Hard Times |
"with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." | Cecilia Jupe | do believe so," returned Sissy,<|quote|>"with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have."</|quote|>"And I, my dear," said | will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy,<|quote|>"with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have."</|quote|>"A... | was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy,<|quote|>"with my whole heart. I feel so certain, ... | the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael... | turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any p... | Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinion was divided. Six days, seven days, far on... | implicated?" "I think I have believed it, father, though with great difficulty. I do not believe it now." "That is to say, you once persuaded yourself to believe it, from knowing him to be suspected. His appearance and manner; are they so honest?" "Very honest." "And her confidence not to be shaken! I ask myself," said... | had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had written in good faith, believing that he really would come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinion was divided. Six days, seven da... | Hard Times |
"And I, my dear," | Rachel Gradgrind | of trial as you have."<|quote|>"And I, my dear,"</|quote|>said Rachel, with a tremble | him through as many years of trial as you have."<|quote|>"And I, my dear,"</|quote|>said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known | returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have."<|quote|>"And I, my dear,"</|quote|>said Rachel, with a trembl... | that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, R... | a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark,... | opinion was divided. Six days, seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dea... | not to be shaken! I ask myself," said Mr. Gradgrind, musing, "does the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?" His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat clos... | week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven... | Hard Times |
said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, | No speaker | have." "And I, my dear,"<|quote|>said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice,</|quote|>"have known him through them | years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear,"<|quote|>said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice,</|quote|>"have known him through them all, to be, according to | whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear,"<|quote|>said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice,</|quote|>"have kno... | have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that t... | piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her re... | days, seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of ... | I ask myself," said Mr. Gradgrind, musing, "does the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?" His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his side. Her... | seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his ow... | Hard Times |
"have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" | Rachel Gradgrind | a tremble in her voice,<|quote|>"have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Ste... | my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice,<|quote|>"have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have ... | the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice,<|quote|>"have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ... | are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all dis... | Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the windo... | The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows... | the real culprit know of these accusations? Where is he? Who is he?" His hair had latterly began to change its colour. As he leaned upon his hand again, looking gray and old, Louisa, with a face of fear and pity, hurriedly went over to him, and sat close at his side. Her eyes by accident met Sissy's at the moment. Siss... | come back, or warning him to fly. On this point opinion was divided. Six days, seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was t... | Hard Times |
"We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." | Cecilia Jupe | once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!"<|quote|>"We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later."</|quote|>"The better I know it | my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!"<|quote|>"We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later."</|quote|>"The better I know it to be so believed there, | his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!"<|quote|>"We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be fr... | not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to... | had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and... | Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, R... | moment. Sissy flushed and started, and Louisa put her finger on her lip. Next night, when Sissy returned home and told Louisa that Stephen was not come, she told it in a whisper. Next night again, when she came home with the same account, and added that he had not been heard of, she spoke in the same low frightened ton... | by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," ... | Hard Times |
"The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," | Rachel Gradgrind | from suspicion, sooner or later."<|quote|>"The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "and the kinder | that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later."<|quote|>"The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you | of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later."<|quote|>"The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear... | him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say... | their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do beli... | V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent ... | home and told Louisa that Stephen was not come, she told it in a whisper. Next night again, when she came home with the same account, and added that he had not been heard of, she spoke in the same low frightened tone. From the moment of that interchange of looks, they never uttered his name, or any reference to him, al... | began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and ... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, | No speaker | so believed there, my dear,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"and the kinder I feel | I know it to be so believed there, my dear,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"and the kinder I feel it that you come away | old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"and the kinder I feel ... | my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never on... | was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael,... | Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melanc... | in a whisper. Next night again, when she came home with the same account, and added that he had not been heard of, she spoke in the same low frightened tone. From the moment of that interchange of looks, they never uttered his name, or any reference to him, aloud; nor ever pursued the subject of the robbery, when Mr. G... | brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will b... | Hard Times |
"and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" | Rachel Gradgrind | there, my dear," said Rachael,<|quote|>"and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I"</|... | it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael,<|quote|>"and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the youn... | could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael,<|quote|>"and the kinder I feel it that you come... | said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left tr... | have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that t... | was the man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephant... | whisper. Next night again, when she came home with the same account, and added that he had not been heard of, she spoke in the same low frightened tone. From the moment of that interchange of looks, they never uttered his name, or any reference to him, aloud; nor ever pursued the subject of the robbery, when Mr. Gradgr... | who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as m... | Hard Times |
"You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" | Cecilia Jupe | young lady. And yet I"<|quote|>"You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?"</|quote|>"Now that you have brought | those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I"<|quote|>"You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?"</|quote|>"Now that you have brought us more together, no. But | that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I"<|quote|>"You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?"</|quote|>"Now that y... | God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort ... | Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his ... | elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt,... | when Mr. Gradgrind spoke of it. The two appointed days ran out, three days and nights ran out, and Stephen Blackpool was not come, and remained unheard of. On the fourth day, Rachael, with unabated confidence, but considering her despatch to have miscarried, went up to the Bank, and showed her letter from him with his ... | Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have know... | Hard Times |
"Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind" | Rachel Gradgrind | don't mistrust her now, Rachael?"<|quote|>"Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind"</|quote|>Her voice so sunk into | lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?"<|quote|>"Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind"</|quote|>Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing | purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?"<|quote|>"Now that you have brought us more together, no. Bu... | never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, an... | in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything ... | abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as man... | The two appointed days ran out, three days and nights ran out, and Stephen Blackpool was not come, and remained unheard of. On the fourth day, Rachael, with unabated confidence, but considering her despatch to have miscarried, went up to the Bank, and showed her letter from him with his address, at a working colony, on... | that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many... | Hard Times |
Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. | No speaker | keep out of my mind"<|quote|>Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention.</|quote|>"I can't at all times | I can't at all times keep out of my mind"<|quote|>Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention.</|quote|>"I can't at all times keep out of my mind, | all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind"<|quote|>Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing w... | suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have sp... | if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years o... | Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lo... | unheard of. On the fourth day, Rachael, with unabated confidence, but considering her despatch to have miscarried, went up to the Bank, and showed her letter from him with his address, at a working colony, one of many, not upon the main road, sixty miles away. Messengers were sent to that place, and the whole town look... | whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's dis... | Hard Times |
"I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confoun... | Rachel Gradgrind | obliged to listen with attention.<|quote|>"I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent ... | sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention.<|quote|>"I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and ... | "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind" Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention.<|quote|>"I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mi... | that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought u... | her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We ... | misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since ... | her letter from him with his address, at a working colony, one of many, not upon the main road, sixty miles away. Messengers were sent to that place, and the whole town looked for Stephen to be brought in next day. During this whole time the whelp moved about with Mr. Bounderby like his shadow, assisting in all the pro... | await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I g... | Hard Times |
"That is a dreadful thought," | Cecilia Jupe | him out of the way."<|quote|>"That is a dreadful thought,"</|quote|>said Sissy, turning pale. "It | has stopped him, and put him out of the way."<|quote|>"That is a dreadful thought,"</|quote|>said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to | but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way."<|quote|>"That is a dreadful thought,"</|quote|>said Sissy, turn... | sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mis... | later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrustin... | on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do b... | and with lips that were black and burnt up. At the hour when the suspected man was looked for, the whelp was at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's lette... | Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trustin... | Hard Times |
said Sissy, turning pale. | No speaker | "That is a dreadful thought,"<|quote|>said Sissy, turning pale.</|quote|>"It _is_ a dreadful thought | him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought,"<|quote|>said Sissy, turning pale.</|quote|>"It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be | one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought,"<|quote|>said Sissy, turning pale.</|quote|>"It _is_ a drea... | slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his co... | it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. ... | it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "... | black and burnt up. At the hour when the suspected man was looked for, the whelp was at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's le... | All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like the Hard Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The m... | Hard Times |
"It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." | Rachel Gradgrind | thought," said Sissy, turning pale.<|quote|>"It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered."</|quote|>Sissy shuddered, and turned paler | way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale.<|quote|>"It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered."</|quote|>Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its | out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale.<|quote|>"It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may ... | that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, ... | believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "... | brought about, that I was to have you to speak to," pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I fee... | At the hour when the suspected man was looked for, the whelp was at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delive... | there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Racha... | Hard Times |
Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. | No speaker | think he may be murdered."<|quote|>Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet.</|quote|>"When it makes its way | _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered."<|quote|>Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet.</|quote|>"When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said | of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered."<|quote|>Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet... | attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would... | it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brough... | pursued Rachael, "times are, when I think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold ... | whelp was at the station; offering to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; ... | if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years o... | Hard Times |
"When it makes its way into my mind, dear," | Rachel Gradgrind | shuddered, and turned paler yet.<|quote|>"When it makes its way into my mind, dear,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "and it will | he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet.<|quote|>"When it makes its way into my mind, dear,"</|quote|>said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do | himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet.<|quote|>"When it makes its way into m... | keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent th... | there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought us more together, no. But... | think my mind would not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement,... | to wager that he had made off before the arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The o... | dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once ... | Hard Times |
said Rachael, | No speaker | way into my mind, dear,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"and it will come sometimes, | yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"and it will come sometimes, though I do all I | confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear,"<|quote|>said Rachael,</|quote|>"and it will c... | I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way.... | and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind" Her voice ... | I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more... | arrival of those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachae... | as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my las... | Hard Times |
"and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed... | Rachel Gradgrind | my mind, dear," said Rachael,<|quote|>"and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I ... | it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael,<|quote|>"and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fas... | to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael,<|quote|>"and it will come sometimes, though I d... | think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That ... | seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind" Her voice so sunk... | hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong, that I have no more doubt... | those who were sent in quest of him, and that he would not appear. The whelp was right. The messengers returned alone. Rachael's letter had gone, Rachael's letter had been delivered. Stephen Blackpool had decamped in that same hour; and no soul knew more of him. The only doubt in Coketown was, whether Rachael had writt... | trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their so... | Hard Times |
"He might fall ill upon the journey back," | Cecilia Jupe | I'll walk home wi' you."<|quote|>"He might fall ill upon the journey back,"</|quote|>said Sissy, faintly offering a | better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you."<|quote|>"He might fall ill upon the journey back,"</|quote|>said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and | and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you."<|quote|>"He might fall ill upon the journey back,"</|quote|>said Sissy, faintl... | a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a ... | sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing ... | "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have ... | opinion was divided. Six days, seven days, far on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dea... | that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am... | Hard Times |
said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; | No speaker | ill upon the journey back,"<|quote|>said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope;</|quote|>"and in such a case, | wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back,"<|quote|>said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope;</|quote|>"and in such a case, there are many places on | I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back,"<|quote|>said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope;</|quote|>"and i... | murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hur... | with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one ... | tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Black... | on into another week. The wretched whelp plucked up a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which h... | everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "... | Hard Times |
"and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." | Cecilia Jupe | a worn-out scrap of hope;<|quote|>"and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop."</|quote|>"But he is in none | back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope;<|quote|>"and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop."</|quote|>"But he is in none of them. He has been | into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope;<|quote|>"and in such a case, there are many places on the... | makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles an... | of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has st... | all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, t... | a ghastly courage, and began to grow defiant. "_Was_ the suspected fellow the thief? A pretty question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, ... | have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be wrong... | Hard Times |
"But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." | Rachel Gradgrind | road where he might stop."<|quote|>"But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there."</|quote|>"True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. | are many places on the road where he might stop."<|quote|>"But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there."</|quote|>"True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in | miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop."<|quote|>"But he is in none of them. He has been sought f... | do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He mi... | or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy... | if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so bel... | question! If not, where was the man, and why did he not come back?" Where was the man, and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day a... | honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better ... | Hard Times |
"True," | Cecilia Jupe | all, and he's not there."<|quote|>"True,"</|quote|>was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd | has been sought for in all, and he's not there."<|quote|>"True,"</|quote|>was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two | might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there."<|quote|>"True,"</|quote|>was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk ... | saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out... | way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy... | years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you... | and why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? ... | if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so bel... | Hard Times |
was Sissy's reluctant admission. | No speaker | and he's not there." "True,"<|quote|>was Sissy's reluctant admission.</|quote|>"He'd walk the journey in | been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True,"<|quote|>was Sissy's reluctant admission.</|quote|>"He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was | fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True,"<|quote|>was Sissy's reluctant admission.</|quote|>"He'd walk the jo... | over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap ... | I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shud... | old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come ... | why did he not come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? Ever... | not have kept right. But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear?" "I do believe so," returned Sissy, "with my whole heart. I feel so certain, Rachael, that the confidence you hold in yours against all discouragement, is not like to be w... | Hard Times |
"He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." | Rachel Gradgrind | "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission.<|quote|>"He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare."</|quote|>"Let us hope that to-morrow | all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission.<|quote|>"He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare."</|quote|>"Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Racha... | journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission.<|quote|>"He'd walk the journey in two days. If he wa... | pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in suc... | his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned p... | with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, ... | come back? In the dead of night the echoes of his own words, which had rolled Heaven knows how far away in the daytime, came back instead, and abided by him until morning. CHAPTER V FOUND DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy ... | had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I... | Hard Times |
"Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" | Cecilia Jupe | of his own to spare."<|quote|>"Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!"</|quote|>Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's | lest he should have none of his own to spare."<|quote|>"Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!"</|quote|>Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black | been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare."<|quote|>"Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something bet... | this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy'... | dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying... | I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young... | DAY and night again, day and night again. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was ... | Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the m... | Hard Times |
Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearing it, and they went out. The night being fine, little knots of Hands were here and there lingering at street corners; but it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets. | No speaker | Rachael. Come into the air!"<|quote|>Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearing it, and they went out. The night being fine, little knots of Hands were here and there lingering at street corners; but it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there... | to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!"<|quote|>Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearing it, and they went out. The night being fine, little knots of Hands were here and there lingering at street corners; but it was supper-time w... | "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!"<|quote|>Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her sh... | journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footso... | may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, ... | kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that y... | man, and why did he not come back? Every night, Sissy went to Rachael's lodging, and sat with her in her small neat room. All day, Rachael toiled as such people must toil, whatever their anxieties. The smoke-serpents were indifferent who was lost or found, who turned out bad or good; the melancholy mad elephants, like ... | that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young lady. And yet I" "You don't mistrust her now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind" Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was ob... | Hard Times |
"You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." | Cecilia Jupe | few people in the streets.<|quote|>"You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler."</|quote|>"I get better, dear, if | them, and there were but few people in the streets.<|quote|>"You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler."</|quote|>"I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and | shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearing it, and they went out. The night being fine, little knots of Hands were here and there lingering at street corners; but it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets.<|quote|>"You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and y... | he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wea... | child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places o... | now, Rachael?" "Now that you have brought us more together, no. But I can't at all times keep out of my mind" Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't ... | Fact men, abated nothing of their set routine, whatever happened. Day and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there... | will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I ... | Hard Times |
"I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." | Rachel Gradgrind | and your hand is cooler."<|quote|>"I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused."</|quote|>"But you must not begin | not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler."<|quote|>"I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused."</|quote|>"But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you | and they went out. The night being fine, little knots of Hands were here and there lingering at street corners; but it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler."<|quote|>"I get better, dear, if I can only wa... | letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearing it, and they went out. The night being fine, litt... | tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of t... | But I can't at all times keep out of my mind" Her voice so sunk into a low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I m... | and night again, day and night again. The monotony was unbroken. Even Stephen Blackpool's disappearance was falling into the general way, and becoming as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in th... | low and slow communing with herself, that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that b... | Hard Times |
"But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" | Cecilia Jupe | I turn weak and confused."<|quote|>"But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?"</|quote|>"Yes, dear." They were by | fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused."<|quote|>"But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?"</|quote|>"Ye... | supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused."<|quote|>"But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, f... | bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearing it, and they went out. The night being fine, little knots of Hands were here and there lingering at street corners; but it was supper-time with the greater part of... | wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the... | that Sissy, sitting by her side, was obliged to listen with attention. "I can't at all times keep out of my mind, mistrustings of some one. I can't think who 'tis, I can't think how or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, ... | as monotonous a wonder as any piece of machinery in Coketown. "I misdoubt," said Rachael, "if there is as many as twenty left in all this place, who have any trust in the poor dear lad now." She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was... | you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my hea... | Hard Times |
"Yes, dear." | Rachel Gradgrind | another week. Will you go?"<|quote|>"Yes, dear."</|quote|>They were by this time | morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?"<|quote|>"Yes, dear."</|quote|>They were by this time in the street where Mr. | turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?"<|quote|>"Yes, dear."</|quote|>They were by this ti... | corners; but it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail... | for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come i... | one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to t... | her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was ... | I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me company, and be seen wi' me when I am not yet free from all suspicion myself, the more grieved I am that I should ever have spoken those mistrusting words to the young... | Hard Times |
They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coac... | No speaker | Will you go?" "Yes, dear."<|quote|>They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable ... | strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear."<|quote|>They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in moti... | and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear."<|quote|>They were by this time in the street wh... | it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, fo... | all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the... | put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he ... | lighted only by the lamp at the street corner. Sissy had come there when it was already dark, to await her return from work; and they had since sat at the window where Rachael had found her, wanting no brighter light to shine on their sorrowful talk. "If it hadn't been mercifully brought about, that I was to have you t... | and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way in... | Hard Times |
"It's a coincidence," | Mrs. Sparsit | called to them to stop.<|quote|>"It's a coincidence,"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she | them at the same moment, called to them to stop.<|quote|>"It's a coincidence,"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. | were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop.<|quote|>"It's a coincidence,"</... | Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing t... | get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strength... | I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. H... | wrong, that I have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of mo... | are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have no... | Hard Times |
exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. | No speaker | to stop. "It's a coincidence,"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman.</|quote|>"It's a Providence! Come out, | same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence,"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman.</|quote|>"It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, | act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence,"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs... | newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that ... | if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another... | want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has be... | have no more doubt of him than if I had known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was ... | and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of ho... | Hard Times |
"It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" | Mrs. Sparsit | was released by the coachman.<|quote|>"It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!"</|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, to | exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman.<|quote|>"It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!"</|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, | The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman.<|quote|>"It's a Providen... | vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight ... | 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by t... | the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "Tru... | known him through as many years of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I cou... | such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where h... | Hard Times |
then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, | No speaker | a Providence! Come out, ma'am!"<|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside,</|quote|>"come out, or we'll have | released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!"<|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside,</|quote|>"come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no | steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!"<|quote|>then said Mrs. Spar... | considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed th... | weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where... | I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission.... | of trial as you have." "And I, my dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God ... | but it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael... | Hard Times |
"come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" | Mrs. Sparsit | Sparsit, to some one inside,<|quote|>"come out, or we'll have you dragged out!"</|quote|>Hereupon, no other than the | out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside,<|quote|>"come out, or we'll have you dragged out!"</|quote|>Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom | in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside,<|quote|>"come out, or we'll ... | rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement... | to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sis... | ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If ... | dear," said Rachel, with a tremble in her voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once ... | I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offerin... | Hard Times |
Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. | No speaker | we'll have you dragged out!"<|quote|>Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared.</|quote|>"Leave her alone, everybody!" cried | one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!"<|quote|>Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared.</|quote|>"Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. | the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!"<|quote|>Hereupon, no other than t... | approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit s... | at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door,... | offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, i... | voice, "have known him through them all, to be, according to his quiet ways, so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all ... | and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting ... | Hard Times |
"Leave her alone, everybody!" | Mrs. Sparsit | Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared.<|quote|>"Leave her alone, everybody!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great | the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared.<|quote|>"Leave her alone, everybody!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. "Let nobody touch her. | stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared.<|quo... | they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," excl... | to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in... | places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his... | so faithful to everything honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, soon... | wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the... | Hard Times |
cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. | No speaker | collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy.</|quote|>"Let nobody touch her. She | descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy.</|quote|>"Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, | exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!"<|q... | act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsi... | in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had pu... | where he might stop." "But he is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Le... | honest and good, that if he was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better ... | I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many... | Hard Times |
"Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!" | Mrs. Sparsit | Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy.<|quote|>"Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!"</|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing | "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy.<|quote|>"Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!"</|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. | released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy... | they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the c... | and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, ... | is in none of them. He has been sought for in all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will ... | was never to be heard of more, and I was to live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed ... | fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy'... | Hard Times |
then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. | No speaker | to me. Come in, ma'am!"<|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command.</|quote|>"Come in, ma'am, or we'll | nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!"<|quote|>then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command.</|quote|>"Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The | said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. "Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!"<|quote|>... | showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some o... | They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coac... | all, and he's not there." "True," was Sissy's reluctant admission. "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the... | live to be a hundred years old, I could say with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kind... | lingering at street corners; but it was supper-time with the greater part of them, and there were but few people in the streets. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you mu... | Hard Times |
"Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" | Mrs. Sparsit | her former word of command.<|quote|>"Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!"</|quote|>The spectacle of a matron | then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command.<|quote|>"Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!"</|quote|>The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an | we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. "Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command.... | of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!"... | Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them a... | "He'd walk the journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining bl... | with my last breath, God knows my heart. I have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, ... | a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places on the road where he mig... | Hard Times |
The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the matter out. But w... | No speaker | we'll have you dragged in!"<|quote|>The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling... | command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!"<|quote|>The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to f... | the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. "Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!"<|quo... | seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descend... | them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter dre... | was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearin... | have never once left trusting Stephen Blackpool!" "We all believe, up at the Lodge, Rachael, that he will be freed from suspicion, sooner or later." "The better I know it to be so believed there, my dear," said Rachael, "and the kinder I feel it that you come away from there, purposely to comfort me, and keep me compan... | pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew... | Hard Times |
"Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" | Mrs. Sparsit | of the people in front.<|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young | chairs, to get the better of the people in front.<|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this | in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front.<|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!"</|quo... | over the town with the Bank robbery, it would have lured the stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sis... | great energy. "Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would h... | Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehi... | or why it may be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy... | "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. "Let nobody touch her. S... | Hard Times |
cried Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Rachael, young woman; you know | better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. | Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit.</|qu... | the Bank robbery, it would have lured the stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as ... | touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circums... | you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a... | be done, but I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale... | Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. "Let nobody touch her. She belon... | Hard Times |
"Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" | Mrs. Sparsit | Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?"</|quote|>"It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. | people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?"</|quote|>"It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" | closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"Rachael, young woman... | it would have lured the stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in aft... | belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, suffici... | week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bu... | I mistrust that some one has put Stephen out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a ... | the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the myste... | Hard Times |
"It's Mrs. Pegler," | Rachel Gradgrind | you know who this is?"<|quote|>"It's Mrs. Pegler,"</|quote|>said Rachael. "I should think | Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?"<|quote|>"It's Mrs. Pegler,"</|quote|>said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, | and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?"<|quote|>"It's Mrs. Pegler,"... | an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole... | Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English straggl... | by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were r... | out of the way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murde... | them, and there were but few people in the streets. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by ... | Hard Times |
said Rachael. | No speaker | this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler,"<|quote|>said Rachael.</|quote|>"I should think it is!" | young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler,"<|quote|>said Rachael.</|quote|>"I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch | body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler,"<|quote|>said Rachael.... | though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irru... | her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witne... | in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling befor... | way. I mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy... | to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "... | Hard Times |
"I should think it is!" | Mrs. Sparsit | "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael.<|quote|>"I should think it is!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch | you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael.<|quote|>"I should think it is!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" | a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael.<|quote|>"I should... | roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into ... | word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to f... | street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them ... | mistrust that by his coming back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shudde... | breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Ye... | Hard Times |
cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. | No speaker | "I should think it is!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting.</|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, | "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting.</|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, | Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Sparsi... | fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-roo... | ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelli... | stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached ... | back of his own accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "... | journey in two days. If he was footsore and couldn't walk, I sent him, in the letter he got, the money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the... | Hard Times |
"Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" | Mrs. Sparsit | is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting.<|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!"</|quote|>Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling | Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting.<|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!"</|quote|>Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from | people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting.<|quote|>"Fetch Mr. Bounderby. ... | Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people beh... | you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the ... | Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, a... | accord, and showing himself innocent before them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes it... | other than the mysterious old woman descended. Whom Mrs. Sparsit incontinently collared. "Leave her alone, everybody!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, with great energy. "Let nobody touch her. She belongs to me. Come in, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragge... | Hard Times |
Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. | No speaker | Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!"<|quote|>Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty.</|quote|>"Don't tell me," said Mrs. | cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!"<|quote|>Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty.</|quote|>"Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told | time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!"<|quote|>Here old M... | ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting ... | a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the matter out. But when the phenomeno... | door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such... | them all, some one would be confounded, who to prevent that has stopped him, and put him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "an... | if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak and confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another... | Hard Times |
"Don't tell me," | Mrs. Sparsit | whispered a word of entreaty.<|quote|>"Don't tell me,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I | up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty.<|quote|>"Don't tell me,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, | Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entr... | after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Spars... | a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the matter out. But when the phenomenon was enhanced by the notoriety and mystery by this time associated all over the town with the ... | had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. ... | him out of the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to hi... | Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle a... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. | No speaker | of entreaty. "Don't tell me,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud.</|quote|>"I have told you twenty | from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud.</|quote|>"I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I | cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me,... | Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, yo... | have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the matter out. But when the phenomenon was enhanced by the notoriety and mystery by this time associated all over the town with the Bank robbery, it would h... | number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright... | the way." "That is a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers ... | and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, ... | Hard Times |
"I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him myself." | Mrs. Sparsit | me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud.<|quote|>"I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him myself."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied | word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud.<|quote|>"I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him myself."</|quote|>Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the | young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud.<|q... | in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who ... | circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the matter out. But when the phenomenon was enhanced by the notoriety and mystery by this time associated all over the town with the Bank robbery, it would have lured the stragg... | motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bou... | a dreadful thought," said Sissy, turning pale. "It _is_ a dreadful thought to think he may be murdered." Sissy shuddered, and turned paler yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and sayi... | of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room. | No speaker | you over to him myself."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room.</|quote|>"Why, what's the matter now!" | you till I have handed you over to him myself."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room.</|quote|>"Why, what's the matter ... | Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him myself."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderb... | lost not a moment's time in mounting on the chairs, to get the better of the people in front. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby down!" cried Mrs. Sparsit. "Rachael, young woman; you know who this is?" "It's Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!... | the matter out. But when the phenomenon was enhanced by the notoriety and mystery by this time associated all over the town with the Bank robbery, it would have lured the stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ... | and one of the latter drew up with such briskness as they were in the act of passing the house, that they looked round involuntarily. The bright gaslight over Mr. Bounderby's steps showed them Mrs. Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same momen... | yet. "When it makes its way into my mind, dear," said Rachael, "and it will come sometimes, though I do all I can to keep it out, wi' counting on to high numbers as I work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk ... | said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English st... | Hard Times |
"Why, what's the matter now!" | Josiah Bounderby | uninvited party in his dining-room.<|quote|>"Why, what's the matter now!"</|quote|>said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" | hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room.<|quote|>"Why, what's the matter now!"</|quote|>said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir," explained that worthy woman, | that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him myself." Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room.<|quote|>"Why, wha... | Mrs. Pegler," said Rachael. "I should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along,... | irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole bo... | Sparsit in the coach, in an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come ... | work, and saying over and over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering ... | to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than t... | Hard Times |
said he. | No speaker | "Why, what's the matter now!"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir," explained | uninvited party in his dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!"<|quote|>said he.</|quote|>"Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir," explained that worthy woman, "I trust | you till I have handed you over to him myself." Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!"<|quote|>sai... | should think it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you ti... | had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. B... | an ecstasy of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dr... | over again pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; ... | and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a considerable bustle about the town. Several coaches were rattling before them and behind them as they approached Mr. Bounderby's, and one of the latter drew up with such brisk... | Hard Times |
"Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | the matter now!" said he.<|quote|>"Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"</|quote|>"Sir," explained that worthy woman, | in his dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!" said he.<|quote|>"Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"</|quote|>"Sir," explained that worthy woman, "I trust it is my | I have handed you over to him myself." Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!" said he.<|quote|>"Mr... | it is!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have han... | expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby'... | of excitement, struggling to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!"... | pieces that I knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in suc... | confused." "But you must not begin to fail, Rachael, for you may be wanted at any time to stand by Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news comes to-morrow, let us walk in the country on Sunday morning, and strengthen you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Boun... | Hard Times |
"Sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>explained that worthy woman, "I | "Why, what's the matter now!" said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>explained that worthy woman, "I trust it is my good | you over to him myself." Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!" said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|q... | Mrs. Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over t... | upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, wh... | to open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than t... | knew when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, ther... | see the matter out. But when the phenomenon was enhanced by the notoriety and mystery by this time associated all over the town with the Bank robbery, it would have lured the stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on ... | Hard Times |
explained that worthy woman, | No speaker | he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir,"<|quote|>explained that worthy woman,</|quote|>"I trust it is my | what's the matter now!" said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir,"<|quote|>explained that worthy woman,</|quote|>"I trust it is my good fortune to produce a | over to him myself." Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!" said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir,"... | Sparsit, exulting. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him... | their heads. Accordingly, the chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where t... | open the door; Mrs. Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the ... | when I were a child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are... | ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing her former word of command. "Come in, ma'am, or we'll have you dragged in!" The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all tr... | Hard Times |
"I trust it is my good fortune to produce a person you have much desired to find. Stimulated by my wish to relieve your mind, sir, and connecting together such imperfect clues to the part of the country in which that person might be supposed to reside, as have been afforded by the young woman, Rachael, fortunately now ... | Mrs. Sparsit | "Sir," explained that worthy woman,<|quote|>"I trust it is my good fortune to produce a person you have much desired to find. Stimulated by my wish to relieve your mind, sir, and connecting together such imperfect clues to the part of the country in which that person might be supposed to reside, as have been afforded b... | said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir," explained that worthy woman,<|quote|>"I trust it is my good fortune to produce a person you have much desired to find. Stimulated by my wish to relieve your mind, sir, and connecting together such imperfect clues to the part of the country in which that person might be supposed to... | Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bounderby looked more astonished than hospitable, at sight of this uninvited party in his dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!" said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir," explained that worth... | Bounderby. Stand away, everybody!" Here old Mrs. Pegler, muffling herself up, and shrinking from observation, whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him myself." Mr. Bounderby now ap... | chance witnesses on the ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours to the number of some five-and-twenty, closed in after Sissy and Rachael, as they closed in after Mrs. Sparsit and her prize; and the whole body made a disorderly irruption into Mr. Bounderby's dining-room, where the people behind lost not a mo... | Sparsit seeing them at the same moment, called to them to stop. "It's a coincidence," exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, as she was released by the coachman. "It's a Providence! Come out, ma'am!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, to some one inside, "come out, or we'll have you dragged out!" Hereupon, no other than the mysterious old woman... | child I fall into such a wild, hot hurry, that, however tired I am, I want to walk fast, miles and miles. I must get the better of this before bed-time. I'll walk home wi' you." "He might fall ill upon the journey back," said Sissy, faintly offering a worn-out scrap of hope; "and in such a case, there are many places o... | you for another week. Will you go?" "Yes, dear." They were by this time in the street where Mr. Bounderby's house stood. The way to Sissy's destination led them past the door, and they were going straight towards it. Some train had newly arrived in Coketown, which had put a number of vehicles in motion, and scattered a... | Hard Times |
Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. | No speaker | and cold a real gratification."<|quote|>Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view.</|quote|>"Why, what do you mean | a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification."<|quote|>Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view.</|quote|>"Why, what do you mean by this?" was his hig... | happiness to succeed, and to bring that person with me I need not say most unwillingly on her part. It has not been, sir, without some trouble that I have effected this; but trouble in your service is to me a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification."<|quote|>Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounder... | to find. Stimulated by my wish to relieve your mind, sir, and connecting together such imperfect clues to the part of the country in which that person might be supposed to reside, as have been afforded by the young woman, Rachael, fortunately now present to identify, I have had the happiness to succeed, and to bring th... | whispered a word of entreaty. "Don't tell me," said Mrs. Sparsit, aloud. "I have told you twenty times, coming along, that I will _not_ leave you till I have handed you over to him myself." Mr. Bounderby now appeared, accompanied by Mr. Gradgrind and the whelp, with whom he had been holding conference up-stairs. Mr. Bo... | throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the matter out. But when the phenomenon was enhanced by the notoriety and mystery by this time associate... | money to ride, lest he should have none of his own to spare." "Let us hope that to-morrow will bring something better, Rachael. Come into the air!" Her gentle hand adjusted Rachael's shawl upon her shining black hair in the usual manner of her wearing it, and they went out. The night being fine, little knots of Hands w... | into that dwelling-house and see the matter out. But when the phenomenon was enhanced by the notoriety and mystery by this time associated all over the town with the Bank robbery, it would have lured the stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Accordin... | Hard Times |
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