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"Why, what do you mean by this?" | Josiah Bounderby | was disclosed to his view.<|quote|>"Why, what do you mean by this?"</|quote|>was his highly unexpected demand, | discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view.<|quote|>"Why, what do you mean by this?"</|quote|>was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask | have effected this; but trouble in your service is to me a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification." 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.<|quo... | 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 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... | 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. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'... | 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 stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall upon their heads. Acco... | 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. "You're not... | 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 descended. Whom Mrs. S... | Hard Times |
was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. | No speaker | do you mean by this?"<|quote|>was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth.</|quote|>"I ask you, what do | to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?"<|quote|>was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth.</|quote|>"I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. | service is to me a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification." 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?"<|quote|>was... | by the young woman, Rachael, fortunately now present to identify, I have had the 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, ... | 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 worthy wo... | 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 grou... | 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. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cool... | 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 ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | unexpected demand, in great warmth.<|quote|>"I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"</|quote|>"Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. | by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth.<|quote|>"I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"</|quote|>"Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your | thirst, and cold a real gratification." 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth.<|... | to identify, I have had the 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit cea... | 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 worthy woman, "I trust it is my good fortune to produce a person y... | 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 ground, consisting of the busiest of the neighbours t... | 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. "You're not so hurried now, Rachael, and your hand is cooler." "I get better, dear, if I can onl... | 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. Bounderby lo... | Hard Times |
"Sir!" | Mrs. Sparsit | by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>"Sir!"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why | you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>"Sir!"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own | Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?"<|quote|>"Sir!"<... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary comb... | 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 worthy woman, "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... | 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 Sissy and Ra... | 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." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn we... | 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... | Hard Times |
exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. | No speaker | this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly.</|quote|>"Why don't you mind your | what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly.</|quote|>"Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. | visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!"<|quote|>exclaimed Mr... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combinati... | 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 worthy woman, "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 c... | 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 Sissy and Rachael... | 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." "I get better, dear, if I can only walk, and breathe a little fresh. 'Times when I can't, I turn weak ... | 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 matt... | Hard Times |
"Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly.<|quote|>"Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?"</|quote|>roared Bounderby. "How dare you | by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly.<|quote|>"Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?"</|quote|>roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious | combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly.<|quote|>"Why don't yo... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possibl... | 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 worthy woman, "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... | 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... | 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." "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 ... | 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 worthy woman, "I trust it is my g... | Hard Times |
roared Bounderby. | No speaker | mind your own business, ma'am?"<|quote|>roared Bounderby.</|quote|>"How dare you go and | Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?"<|quote|>roared Bounderby.</|quote|>"How dare you go and poke your officious nose into | discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?"<|quote|>roared Bounderby.</|q... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, ... | dining-room. "Why, what's the matter now!" said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir," explained that worthy woman, "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 whi... | 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... | 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, for you m... | 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... | Hard Times |
"How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" | Josiah Bounderby | own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby.<|quote|>"How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?"</|quote|>This allusion to her favourite | "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby.<|quote|>"How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?"</|quote|>This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She | old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby.<|quote|>"How dare you go and... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old ... | what's the matter now!" said he. "Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir," explained that worthy woman, "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 migh... | 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 body made a dis... | 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, for you may be wanted at a... | 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 worthy woman, "I trust it is my good fortune to produce a person y... | Hard Times |
This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. | No speaker | nose into my family affairs?"<|quote|>This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too.</|quote|>"My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. | go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?"<|quote|>This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too.</|quote|>"My dear ... | by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?"<|quote|>This allusion t... | in your service is to me a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification." 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was... | woman, "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, fortunate... | 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 behind lost not ... | 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 Stephen. To-morrow is Saturday. If no news ... | 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 on the chairs, to get the better of the people in fr... | Hard Times |
"My dear Josiah!" | The Old Woman | if they were frozen too.<|quote|>"My dear Josiah!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My | mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too.<|quote|>"My dear Josiah!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not | poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too.<|quote|>"My dear Josiah!"</|quote... | to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my fami... | 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 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... | 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. "I should think it is!" cried ... | 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's dest... | 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 worthy woman, "I trust it is my g... | Hard Times |
cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. | No speaker | frozen too. "My dear Josiah!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling.</|quote|>"My darling boy! I am | another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling.</|quote|>"My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not | nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, tremblin... | "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" ... | 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 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... | 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!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exult... | 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's destination led them ... | 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. Accordingly, the chance witnesses... | Hard Times |
"My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." | The Old Woman | Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling.<|quote|>"My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it."</|quote|>"What did you let her | were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling.<|quote|>"My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it."</|quote|>"What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you | affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling.<|quote|>"My darling boy! ... | mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to h... | have been afforded by the young woman, Rachael, fortunately now present to identify, I have had the 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, a... | 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. "Fetch Mr. Bounderby. Stand aw... | 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, an... | 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 worthy woman, "I tr... | Hard Times |
"What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" | Josiah Bounderby | but she would do it."<|quote|>"What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?"</|quote|>asked Bounderby. "My own boy! | not be agreeable to you, but she would do it."<|quote|>"What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?"</|quote|>asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if | they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it."<|quote|>"What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock h... | dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!"... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs.... | 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, that I will _... | 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... | 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 stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been e... | Hard Times |
asked Bounderby. | No speaker | something or other to her?"<|quote|>asked Bounderby.</|quote|>"My own boy! She threatened | or scratch her, or do something or other to her?"<|quote|>asked Bounderby.</|quote|>"My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted | over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?"<|quote|>asked Bounderby.</|quote|>"My own boy! She threatened me that if I res... | as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what w... | 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs... | 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... | 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 ... | 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 that person with me I need not say most unwillingly on her part. It has not been, sir, without some trouble ... | Hard Times |
"My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" | The Old Woman | other to her?" asked Bounderby.<|quote|>"My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a"</|quote|>Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but | her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby.<|quote|>"My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a"</|quote|>Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such | over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby.<|quote|>"My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I shoul... | she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would n... | 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit,... | 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. Bounderby look... | 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 they looked ro... | 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 worthy woman, "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... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls | No speaker | that stir in such a"<|quote|>Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls</|quote|>"such a fine house as | to come quietly than make that stir in such a"<|quote|>Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls</|quote|>"such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is | her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a"<|quote|>Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls</|q... | "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?... | mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to h... | 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," explain... | 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 seeing them ... | 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 that person with me I need not say most unwillingly on her part. It has not been, sir, without some trouble ... | Hard Times |
"such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with long times betwee... | The Old Woman | but proudly round the walls<|quote|>"such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to to... | a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls<|quote|>"such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a dis... | her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls<|quote|>"such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, i... | not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threa... | great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She s... | 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 worthy woman, "I trust it is my good fortune to prod... | 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 moment, called to them to stop. "It... | 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!" cried Mrs. Sparsit, exult... | Hard Times |
Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mr... | No speaker | love, and gone away again."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounder... | have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and m... | never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with long times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again."<|quote|>Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in imp... | better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I w... | they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap o... | 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 that person with me I need not say most unwillingly on her part. It has not been, sir, without some trouble that I have effe... | 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!" then said Mrs. Sparsit, reversing h... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combinati... | Hard Times |
"I am surprised, madam," | Thomas Gradgrind | addressed that maligned old lady:<|quote|>"I am surprised, madam,"</|quote|>he observed with severity, "that | Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady:<|quote|>"I am surprised, madam,"</|quote|>he observed with severity, "that in your old age you | and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady:<|quote|>"I am s... | I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with long times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while t... | off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house ... | your service is to me a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification." 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was hi... | 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 matter out. ... | faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated... | Hard Times |
he observed with severity, | No speaker | lady: "I am surprised, madam,"<|quote|>he observed with severity,</|quote|>"that in your old age | Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam,"<|quote|>he observed with severity,</|quote|>"that in your old age you have the face to | side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam,"<|quote... | at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with long times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greed... | out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, i... | me a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification." 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected... | 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... | 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" ... | Hard Times |
"that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." | Thomas Gradgrind | madam," he observed with severity,<|quote|>"that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him."</|quote|>"_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old | old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity,<|quote|>"that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him."</|quote|>"_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To | dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severi... | if I have come to town sometimes, with long times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every s... | or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my f... | hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification." 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. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great w... | 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 phenomenon was enhanced by the ... | have had the 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bo... | Hard Times |
"_Me_ unnatural!" | The Old Woman | and inhuman treatment of him."<|quote|>"_Me_ unnatural!"</|quote|>cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. | your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him."<|quote|>"_Me_ unnatural!"</|quote|>cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear | Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him."<|quote|>"_Me_ unnatural!"</|... | love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still... | by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition o... | expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounder... | 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 stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, th... | against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? C... | Hard Times |
cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. | No speaker | treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!"<|quote|>cried poor old Mrs. Pegler.</|quote|>"_Me_ inhuman! To my dear | after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!"<|quote|>cried poor old Mrs. Pegler.</|quote|>"_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. | walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!"<|quote|>cried poor old Mrs... | gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking u... | and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have nev... | discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare y... | 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 stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof... | would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to co... | Hard Times |
"_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" | The Old Woman | cried poor old Mrs. Pegler.<|quote|>"_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?"</|quote|>"Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; | treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler.<|quote|>"_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?"</|quote|>"Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, | Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler.<|quote|>"_Me_ inhuman! ... | with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had d... | come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mo... | was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nos... | 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 stragglers in, with an irresistible attraction, though the roof had been expected to fall... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and... | Hard Times |
"Dear!" | Thomas Gradgrind | inhuman! To my dear boy?"<|quote|>"Dear!"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear | poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?"<|quote|>"Dear!"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, | addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?"<|quote|>"Dear!"</|quote|>re... | walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed th... | in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a dis... | what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This a... | 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... | better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I w... | Hard Times |
repeated Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | To my dear boy?" "Dear!"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Yes; dear in his self-made | old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. | that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Gradgrin... | in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that mali... | such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distan... | do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusi... | 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. Accordingly, ... | as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke... | Hard Times |
"Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." | Thomas Gradgrind | boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother."</|quote|>"_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried | "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother."</|quote|>"_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her han... | lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Yes; dear in h... | up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surpri... | Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I ... | by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her fa... | 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 ... | that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by cons... | Hard Times |
"_I_ deserted my Josiah!" | The Old Woman | brutality of a drunken grandmother."<|quote|>"_I_ deserted my Josiah!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her | and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother."<|quote|>"_I_ deserted my Josiah!"</|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, | of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother."<|quote|>"_I_ deserted m... | round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatu... | and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with long times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands i... | your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one anot... | 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 after Mrs. Sparsit and ... | other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, nobl... | Hard Times |
cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. | No speaker | grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands.</|quote|>"Now, Lord forgive you, sir, | the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands.</|quote|>"Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and | cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!"<|quote|>cried Mrs. Pegle... | walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler... | dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with long times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked i... | roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen... | 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... | faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated... | Hard Times |
"Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!" | The Old Woman | Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands.<|quote|>"Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!"</|quote|>She was so very earnest | "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands.<|quote|>"Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!"</|quote|>She was so very earnest... | inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands.<|quote|>"Now, Lord ... | Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear bo... | condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with long times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up a... | and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. ... | 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... | her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly b... | Hard Times |
She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone: | No speaker | and live to know better!"<|quote|>She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone:</|quote|>"Do you deny, then, madam, | you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!"<|quote|>She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone:</|quote|>"Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son | "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!"<|quote|>She was so very earnest and inju... | of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah... | unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. B... | her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her brin... | 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 this is?" "It'... | 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." Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expr... | Hard Times |
"Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?" | Thomas Gradgrind | said in a gentler tone:<|quote|>"Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?"</|quote|>"Josiah in the gutter!" exclaimed | possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone:<|quote|>"Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?"</|quote|>"Josiah in the gutter!" exclaimed Mrs. Pegler. "No such a | against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!" She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone:<|quote|>"Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your ... | self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the mem... | the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he... | not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My... | 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!" Here old ... | one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't ... | Hard Times |
"Josiah in the gutter!" | The Old Woman | brought up in the gutter?"<|quote|>"Josiah in the gutter!"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Pegler. "No such | your son to to be brought up in the gutter?"<|quote|>"Josiah in the gutter!"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Pegler. "No such a thing, sir. Never! For | repent of it, sir, and live to know better!" She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone: "Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?"<|quote|>"Josiah in the gutter!"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Pe... | left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to k... | and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your ... | knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables,... | 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 entreaty... | family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I... | Hard Times |
exclaimed Mrs. Pegler. | No speaker | gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Pegler.</|quote|>"No such a thing, sir. | be brought up in the gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Pegler.</|quote|>"No such a thing, sir. Never! For shame on you! | and live to know better!" She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone: "Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Pegler.</|quote|>"No such a th... | brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!" She... | syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman t... | what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better ... | 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," said Mrs.... | times between, to take a proud peep at you, I have done it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each... | Hard Times |
"No such a thing, sir. Never! For shame on you! My dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at h... | The Old Woman | the gutter!" exclaimed Mrs. Pegler.<|quote|>"No such a thing, sir. Never! For shame on you! My dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write a... | in the gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!" exclaimed Mrs. Pegler.<|quote|>"No such a thing, sir. Never! For shame on you! My dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch ... | know better!" She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone: "Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!" exclaimed Mrs. Pegler.<|quote|>"No such a thing, sir. Never! For ... | drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!" She was so very ea... | and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_M... | be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly... | 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. "I have ... | Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. | No speaker | show it! Aye, have I!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride.</|quote|>"And my dear boy knows, | his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride.</|quote|>"And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to | that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride.</|quote|>"And my d... | said in a gentler tone: "Do you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!" exclaimed Mrs. Pegler. "No such a thing, sir. Never! For shame on you! My dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that love... | Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for... | Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and ... | 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," explain... | you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your officious nose into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a ... | Hard Times |
"And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bit, as it was her duty and her pleasure and her pride to do it, to help him out in life, and put him 'prentice. And a steady lad he was, and a kind master he had to ... | The Old Woman | Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride.<|quote|>"And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bit, as it was her duty and her pleasure and her pride to do it, to help him out in life, and put him 'prentice. And a stea... | it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride.<|quote|>"And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bit, as it was her duty and her pleasure and her pride to do it, to help him out in life, and put hi... | parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride.<|quote|>"And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to k... | you deny, then, madam, that you left your son to to be brought up in the gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!" exclaimed Mrs. Pegler. "No such a thing, sir. Never! For shame on you! My dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best co... | prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my ... | round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I have never broken the condition once. I have never said I was your mother. I have admired you at a distance; and if I have come to town sometimes, with l... | 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 worthy woman, "I trust it is my g... | Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame. It's not my fault, Josiah. I told this lady over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "... | Hard Times |
said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, | No speaker | knowed it. And it's right,"<|quote|>said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship,</|quote|>"that I _should_ keep down | year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right,"<|quote|>said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship,</|quote|>"that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and | put by out of it only making the condition that I was to keep down in my own part, and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right,"<|quote|>said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship,</|quote|>"that I ... | his own way forward to be rich and thriving. And _I_'ll give you to know, sir for this my dear boy won't that though his mother kept but a little village shop, he never forgot her, but pensioned me on thirty pound a year more than I want, for I put by out of it only making the condition that I was to keep down in my ow... | he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. "And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bit, as it was her duty and her plea... | of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah... | colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" ro... | with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not ver... | Hard Times |
"that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake! And I am ashamed of you, sir," | The Old Woman | Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship,<|quote|>"that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake! And I am ashamed of you, sir,"</|quote... | it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship,<|quote|>"that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake! And I am as... | condition that I was to keep down in my own part, and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship,<|quote|>"that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I h... | thriving. And _I_'ll give you to know, sir for this my dear boy won't that though his mother kept but a little village shop, he never forgot her, but pensioned me on thirty pound a year more than I want, for I put by out of it only making the condition that I was to keep down in my own part, and make no boasts about hi... | his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. "And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bit, as it was her duty and her pleasure and her pride to do it, to help him out i... | Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!" repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now,... | Pegler was disclosed to his view. "Why, what do you mean by this?" was his highly unexpected demand, in great warmth. "I ask you, what do you mean by this, Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am?" "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Sparsit, faintly. "Why don't you mind your own business, ma'am?" roared Bounderby. "How dare you go and poke your offici... | I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who di... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Pegler, lastly, | No speaker | am ashamed of you, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Pegler, lastly,</|quote|>"for your slanders and suspicions. | love's own sake! And I am ashamed of you, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Pegler, lastly,</|quote|>"for your slanders and suspicions. And I never stood here | own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake! And I am ashamed of you, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Pegler, lastly,</|quote|>"for your slanders and suspicions. And I never s... | in my own part, and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, "that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should ... | pride to do it, to help him out in life, and put him 'prentice. And a steady lad he was, and a kind master he had to lend him a hand, and well he worked his own way forward to be rich and thriving. And _I_'ll give you to know, sir for this my dear boy won't that though his mother kept but a little village shop, he neve... | for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!" She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone: "Do... | into my family affairs?" This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darlin... | repeated Mr. Gradgrind. "Yes; dear in his self-made prosperity, madam, I dare say. Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother." "_I_ deserted my Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. "Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginat... | Hard Times |
"for your slanders and suspicions. And I never stood here before, nor never wanted to stand here when my dear son said no. And I shouldn't be here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, with my son standing here to tell you so ... | The Old Woman | sir," said Mrs. Pegler, lastly,<|quote|>"for your slanders and suspicions. And I never stood here before, nor never wanted to stand here when my dear son said no. And I shouldn't be here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, w... | I am ashamed of you, sir," said Mrs. Pegler, lastly,<|quote|>"for your slanders and suspicions. And I never stood here before, nor never wanted to stand here when my dear son said no. And I shouldn't be here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a ba... | have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake! And I am ashamed of you, sir," said Mrs. Pegler, lastly,<|quote|>"for your slanders and suspicions. And I never stood here before, nor nev... | and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, "that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefi... | to help him out in life, and put him 'prentice. And a steady lad he was, and a kind master he had to lend him a hand, and well he worked his own way forward to be rich and thriving. And _I_'ll give you to know, sir for this my dear boy won't that though his mother kept but a little village shop, he never forgot her, bu... | and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!" She was so very earnest and injured, that Mr. Gradgrind, shocked by the possibility which dawned upon him, said in a gentler tone: "Do you deny, then, madam, that y... | This allusion to her favourite feature overpowered Mrs. Sparsit. She sat down stiffly in a chair, as if she were frozen; and with a fixed stare at Mr. Bounderby, slowly grated her mittens against one another, as if they were frozen too. "My dear Josiah!" cried Mrs. Pegler, trembling. "My darling boy! I am not to blame.... | it unbeknown, my love, and gone away again." Mr. Bounderby, with his hands in his pockets, walked in impatient mortification up and down at the side of the long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr... | Hard Times |
The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every moment swelled larger and larger, and grown redder and redder, ... | No speaker | to tell you so different!"<|quote|>The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every moment swelled larger and la... | with my son standing here to tell you so different!"<|quote|>The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every mo... | here when my dear son said no. And I shouldn't be here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, with my son standing here to tell you so different!"<|quote|>The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sy... | I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake! And I am ashamed of you, sir," said Mrs. Pegler, lastly, "for your slanders and suspicions. And I never stood here before, nor never wanted to stand here when my dear son said no. And I shouldn't be here now, if it ... | her, but pensioned me on thirty pound a year more than I want, for I put by out of it only making the condition that I was to keep down in my own part, and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old... | be brought up in the gutter?" "Josiah in the gutter!" exclaimed Mrs. Pegler. "No such a thing, sir. Never! For shame on you! My dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, that though he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to ... | over and over again, that I knew she was doing what would not be agreeable to you, but she would do it." "What did you let her bring you for? Couldn't you knock her cap off, or her tooth out, or scratch her, or do something or other to her?" asked Bounderby. "My own boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I shou... | done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with severity, "that in your old age you have the face to claim Mr. Bounderby for your son, after your unnatural and inhuman treatment of him." "_Me_ unnatural!" cried poor old Mrs. Pegler. "_Me_ inhuman! To my dear boy?" "Dear!"... | Hard Times |
"I don't exactly know," | Josiah Bounderby | redder and redder, stopped short.<|quote|>"I don't exactly know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "how I | larger and larger, and grown redder and redder, stopped short.<|quote|>"I don't exactly know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, "how I come to be favoured with | off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every moment swelled larger and larger, and grown redder and redder, stopped short.<|quote|>... | son said no. And I shouldn't be here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, with my son standing here to tell you so different!" The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, a... | a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, "that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love... | never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. "And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mot... | boy! She threatened me that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quie... | he come of humble parents, he come of parents that loved him as dear as the best could, and never thought it hardship on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. "And my dear boy knows, and will give ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, | No speaker | short. "I don't exactly know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"how I come to be | grown redder and redder, stopped short. "I don't exactly know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby,</|quote|>"how I come to be favoured with the attendance of | raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every moment swelled larger and larger, and grown redder and redder, stopped short. "I don't exactly know,"<|quote|>said... | I shouldn't be here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, with my son standing here to tell you so different!" The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind ... | has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, "that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own ... | on themselves to pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. "And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bi... | that if I resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, ... | keep down in my own part, and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, "that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here... | Hard Times |
"how I come to be favoured with the attendance of the present company, but I don't inquire. When they're quite satisfied, perhaps they'll be so good as to disperse; whether they're satisfied or not, perhaps they'll be so good as to disperse. I'm not bound to deliver a lecture on my family affairs, I have not undertaken... | Josiah Bounderby | exactly know," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"how I come to be favoured with the attendance of the present company, but I don't inquire. When they're quite satisfied, perhaps they'll be so good as to disperse; whether they're satisfied or not, perhaps they'll be so good as to disperse. I'm not bound to deliver a lecture ... | redder, stopped short. "I don't exactly know," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>"how I come to be favoured with the attendance of the present company, but I don't inquire. When they're quite satisfied, perhaps they'll be so good as to disperse; whether they're satisfied or not, perhaps they'll be so good as to disperse. I'm... | of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every moment swelled larger and larger, and grown redder and redder, stopped short. "I don't exactly know," said Mr. Bounderby,<|quote|>... | here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, with my son standing here to tell you so different!" The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself in... | it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, "that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake! And I am as... | pinch a bit that he might write and cipher beautiful, and I've his books at home to show it! Aye, have I!" said Mrs. Pegler, with indignant pride. "And my dear boy knows, and will give _you_ to know, sir, that after his beloved father died, when he was eight years old, his mother, too, could pinch a bit, as it was her ... | resisted her, I should be brought by constables, and it was better to come quietly than make that stir in such a" Mrs. Pegler glanced timidly but proudly round the walls "such a fine house as this. Indeed, indeed, it is not my fault! My dear, noble, stately boy! I have always lived quiet, and secret, Josiah, my dear. I... | not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right," said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, "that I _should_ keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well conten... | Hard Times |
Although Mr. Bounderby carried it off in these terms, holding the door open for the company to depart, there was a blustering sheepishness upon him, at once extremely crestfallen and superlatively absurd. Detected as the Bully of humility, who had built his windy reputation upon lies, and in his boastfulness had put th... | No speaker | whether or no. Good evening!"<|quote|>Although Mr. Bounderby carried it off in these terms, holding the door open for the company to depart, there was a blustering sheepishness upon him, at once extremely crestfallen and superlatively absurd. Detected as the Bully of humility, who had built his windy reputation upon li... | hate over-officiousness at all times, whether or no. Good evening!"<|quote|>Although Mr. Bounderby carried it off in these terms, holding the door open for the company to depart, there was a blustering sheepishness upon him, at once extremely crestfallen and superlatively absurd. Detected as the Bully of humility, who ... | will be disappointed particularly Tom Gradgrind, and he can't know it too soon. In reference to the Bank robbery, there has been a mistake made, concerning my mother. If there hadn't been over-officiousness it wouldn't have been made, and I hate over-officiousness at all times, whether or no. Good evening!"<|quote|>Alt... | satisfied or not, perhaps they'll be so good as to disperse. I'm not bound to deliver a lecture on my family affairs, I have not undertaken to do it, and I'm not a going to do it. Therefore those who expect any explanation whatever upon that branch of the subject, will be disappointed particularly Tom Gradgrind, and he... | son standing here to tell you so different!" The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with Mrs. Pegler, and Mr. Gradgrind felt himself innocently placed in a very distressing predicament, when Mr. Bounderby, who had never ceased walking up and down, and had every moment swelled lar... | but a little village shop, he never forgot her, but pensioned me on thirty pound a year more than I want, for I put by out of it only making the condition that I was to keep down in my own part, and make no boasts about him, and not trouble him. And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has neve... | long dining-table, while the spectators greedily took in every syllable of Mrs. Pegler's appeal, and at each succeeding syllable became more and more round-eyed. Mr. Bounderby still walking up and down when Mrs. Pegler had done, Mr. Gradgrind addressed that maligned old lady: "I am surprised, madam," he observed with s... | when my dear son said no. And I shouldn't be here now, if it hadn't been for being brought here. And for shame upon you, Oh, for shame, to accuse me of being a bad mother to my son, with my son standing here to tell you so different!" The bystanders, on and off the dining-room chairs, raised a murmur of sympathy with M... | Hard Times |
"It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." | Cecilia Jupe | and the solitude remained unbroken.<|quote|>"It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer."</|quote|>As Sissy said it, her | distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken.<|quote|>"It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer."</|quote|>As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another | were confusedly heaped together, they always avoided; for dismal stories were told in that country of the old pits hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken.<|quote|>"It is so still here, Racha... | rotten that it dropped at a touch of the foot, sometimes passing near a wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were confusedly h... | where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shadows of branches flickered upon it, and speckled it; hedgerows were luxuriant; everything was at peace. Engines at pits' mouths, and lean old horses that had worn the circle of their daily labour into the ground, were alike quiet; ... | Rachael met, to walk in the country. As Coketown cast ashes not only on its own head but on the neighbourhood's too after the manner of those pious persons who do penance for their own sins by putting other people into sackcloth it was customary for those who now and then thirsted for a draught of pure air, which is no... | he had had his ears cropped. Even that unlucky female, Mrs. Sparsit, fallen from her pinnacle of exultation into the Slough of Despond, was not in so bad a plight as that remarkable man and self-made Humbug, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. Rachael and Sissy, leaving Mrs. Pegler to occupy a bed at her son's for that night... | blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant scents in the air, and all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hill... | Hard Times |
As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. | No speaker | been here all the summer."<|quote|>As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it.</|quote|>"And yet I don't know. | be the first who have been here all the summer."<|quote|>As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it.</|quote|>"And yet I don't know. This has not been broken | when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer."<|quote|>As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those ... | works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were confusedly heaped together, they always avoided; for dismal stories were told in that country of the old pits hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high w... | everything was at peace. Engines at pits' mouths, and lean old horses that had worn the circle of their daily labour into the ground, were alike quiet; wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve without the shocks and noises of another time. They walked on across the fie... | pious persons who do penance for their own sins by putting other people into sackcloth it was customary for those who now and then thirsted for a draught of pure air, which is not absolutely the most wicked among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the railroad, and then begin their walk, or their lounge i... | bad a plight as that remarkable man and self-made Humbug, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. Rachael and Sissy, leaving Mrs. Pegler to occupy a bed at her son's for that night, walked together to the gate of Stone Lodge and there parted. Mr. Gradgrind joined them before they had gone very far, and spoke with much interest o... | one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shadows of branches flickered upon it, and speckled it; hedgerows were luxuriant; ever... | Hard Times |
"And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" | Cecilia Jupe | up to look at it.<|quote|>"And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!"</|quote|>She ran back, and caught | upon the ground. She got up to look at it.<|quote|>"And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!"</|quote|>She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael | still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it.<|quote|>"And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. Th... | together, they always avoided; for dismal stories were told in that country of the old pits hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden... | quiet; wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve without the shocks and noises of another time. They walked on across the fields and down the shady lanes, sometimes getting over a fragment of a fence so rotten that it dropped at a touch of the foot, sometimes passing ne... | a draught of pure air, which is not absolutely the most wicked among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the railroad, and then begin their walk, or their lounge in the fields. Sissy and Rachael helped themselves out of the smoke by the usual means, and were put down at a station about midway between the t... | son's for that night, walked together to the gate of Stone Lodge and there parted. Mr. Gradgrind joined them before they had gone very far, and spoke with much interest of Stephen Blackpool; for whom he thought this signal failure of the suspicions against Mrs. Pegler was likely to work well. As to the whelp; throughou... | landscape was blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant scents in the air, and all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another... | Hard Times |
She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. | No speaker | are footsteps too. O Rachael!"<|quote|>She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up.</|quote|>"What is the matter?" "I | where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!"<|quote|>She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up.</|quote|>"What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a | it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!"<|quote|>She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had ... | down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fe... | They walked on across the fields and down the shady lanes, sometimes getting over a fragment of a fence so rotten that it dropped at a touch of the foot, sometimes passing near a wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds wh... | then begin their walk, or their lounge in the fields. Sissy and Rachael helped themselves out of the smoke by the usual means, and were put down at a station about midway between the town and Mr. Bounderby's retreat. Though the green landscape was blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and t... | with much interest of Stephen Blackpool; for whom he thought this signal failure of the suspicions against Mrs. Pegler was likely to work well. As to the whelp; throughout this scene as on all other late occasions, he had stuck close to Bounderby. He seemed to feel that as long as Bounderby could make no discovery with... | like a ghostly shadow; neither daring to think of its being near herself, far less of its being near the other. And still the forced spirit which the whelp had plucked up, throve with him. If Stephen Blackpool was not the thief, let him show himself. Why didn't he? Another night. Another day and night. No Stephen Black... | Hard Times |
"What is the matter?" | Rachel Gradgrind | Rachael had already started up.<|quote|>"What is the matter?"</|quote|>"I don't know. There is | caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up.<|quote|>"What is the matter?"</|quote|>"I don't know. There is a hat lying in the | the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up.<|quote|>"What is the matter?"</|quote|>"I don't know. There is a ha... | time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't ... | a fragment of a fence so rotten that it dropped at a touch of the foot, sometimes passing near a wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vege... | themselves out of the smoke by the usual means, and were put down at a station about midway between the town and Mr. Bounderby's retreat. Though the green landscape was blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), an... | the suspicions against Mrs. Pegler was likely to work well. As to the whelp; throughout this scene as on all other late occasions, he had stuck close to Bounderby. He seemed to feel that as long as Bounderby could make no discovery without his knowledge, he was so far safe. He never visited his sister, and had only see... | the neighbourhood's too after the manner of those pious persons who do penance for their own sins by putting other people into sackcloth it was customary for those who now and then thirsted for a draught of pure air, which is not absolutely the most wicked among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the rail... | Hard Times |
"I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." | Cecilia Jupe | up. "What is the matter?"<|quote|>"I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass."</|quote|>They went forward together. Rachael | neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?"<|quote|>"I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass."</|quote|>They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from | up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?"<|quote|>"I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass."</|quot... | remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been... | fence so rotten that it dropped at a touch of the foot, sometimes passing near a wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were con... | smoke by the usual means, and were put down at a station about midway between the town and Mr. Bounderby's retreat. Though the green landscape was blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant ... | Pegler was likely to work well. As to the whelp; throughout this scene as on all other late occasions, he had stuck close to Bounderby. He seemed to feel that as long as Bounderby could make no discovery without his knowledge, he was so far safe. He never visited his sister, and had only seen her once since she went ho... | on the neighbourhood's too after the manner of those pious persons who do penance for their own sins by putting other people into sackcloth it was customary for those who now and then thirsted for a draught of pure air, which is not absolutely the most wicked among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the r... | Hard Times |
They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside. | No speaker | hat lying in the grass."<|quote|>They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside.</|quote|>"O the poor lad, the | don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass."<|quote|>They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside.</|quote|>"O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been | has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass."<|quote|>They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shak... | is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. ... | foot, sometimes passing near a wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were confusedly heaped together, they always avoided; for ... | station about midway between the town and Mr. Bounderby's retreat. Though the green landscape was blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant scents in the air, and all was over-arched by a b... | this scene as on all other late occasions, he had stuck close to Bounderby. He seemed to feel that as long as Bounderby could make no discovery without his knowledge, he was so far safe. He never visited his sister, and had only seen her once since she went home: that is to say on the night when he still stuck close to... | it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant scents in the air, and all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a fa... | Hard Times |
"O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" | Rachel Gradgrind | own hand on the inside.<|quote|>"O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!"</|quote|>"Is there has the hat | Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside.<|quote|>"O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!"</|quote|>"Is there has the hat any blood upon it?" Sissy | started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside.<|quote|>"O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has b... | fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lyin... | high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were confusedly heaped together, they always avoided; for dismal stories were told in that country of the old pits hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the ... | and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant scents in the air, and all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone... | far safe. He never visited his sister, and had only seen her once since she went home: that is to say on the night when he still stuck close to Bounderby, as already related. There was one dim unformed fear lingering about his sister's mind, to which she never gave utterance, which surrounded the graceless and ungratef... | were put down at a station about midway between the town and Mr. Bounderby's retreat. Though the green landscape was blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant scents in the air, and all was... | Hard Times |
"Is there has the hat any blood upon it?" | Cecilia Jupe | He is lying murdered here!"<|quote|>"Is there has the hat any blood upon it?"</|quote|>Sissy faltered. They were afraid | has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!"<|quote|>"Is there has the hat any blood upon it?"</|quote|>Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did | went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!"<|quote|>"Is there has the hat any blood upon it?"<... | not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from hea... | were told in that country of the old pits hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been ... | all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shadows of branches flickere... | is to say on the night when he still stuck close to Bounderby, as already related. There was one dim unformed fear lingering about his sister's mind, to which she never gave utterance, which surrounded the graceless and ungrateful boy with a dreadful mystery. The same dark possibility had presented itself in the same s... | green landscape was blotted here and there with heaps of coal, it was green elsewhere, and there were trees to see, and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday), and there were pleasant scents in the air, and all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in a... | Hard Times |
Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing mor... | No speaker | hat any blood upon it?"<|quote|>Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without m... | here!" "Is there has the hat any blood upon it?"<|quote|>Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfu... | head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" "Is there has the hat any blood upon it?"<|quote|>Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did e... | fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears ... | hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, he... | the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shadows of branches flickered upon it, and speckled it; hedgerows were lu... | stuck close to Bounderby, as already related. There was one dim unformed fear lingering about his sister's mind, to which she never gave utterance, which surrounded the graceless and ungrateful boy with a dreadful mystery. The same dark possibility had presented itself in the same shapeless guise, this very day, to Sis... | scents in the air, and all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shado... | Hard Times |
"Rachael," | Cecilia Jupe | but could see nothing more.<|quote|>"Rachael,"</|quote|>Sissy whispered, "I will go | fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more.<|quote|>"Rachael,"</|quote|>Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself." | it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more.<|quote|>"Rachael,"</|quote|>Sissy whispered, "I will go on a... | lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" "Is there has the hat any blood upon it?" Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It ... | it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already ... | peace. Engines at pits' mouths, and lean old horses that had worn the circle of their daily labour into the ground, were alike quiet; wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve without the shocks and noises of another time. They walked on across the fields and down the s... | confounded by Stephen's return, having put him out of the way. Louisa had never spoken of harbouring any suspicion of her brother in connexion with the robbery, she and Sissy had held no confidence on the subject, save in that one interchange of looks when the unconscious father rested his gray head on his hand; but it... | all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shadows of branches flickere... | Hard Times |
Sissy whispered, | No speaker | could see nothing more. "Rachael,"<|quote|>Sissy whispered,</|quote|>"I will go on a | about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael,"<|quote|>Sissy whispered,</|quote|>"I will go on a little by myself." She had | and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael,"<|quote|>Sissy whispered,</|quote|>"I will go on a lit... | Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" "Is there has the hat any blood upon it?" Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying... | her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already star... | Engines at pits' mouths, and lean old horses that had worn the circle of their daily labour into the ground, were alike quiet; wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve without the shocks and noises of another time. They walked on across the fields and down the shady la... | by Stephen's return, having put him out of the way. Louisa had never spoken of harbouring any suspicion of her brother in connexion with the robbery, she and Sissy had held no confidence on the subject, save in that one interchange of looks when the unconscious father rested his gray head on his hand; but it was unders... | air, and all was over-arched by a bright blue sky. In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shadows of branches... | Hard Times |
"I will go on a little by myself." | Cecilia Jupe | nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered,<|quote|>"I will go on a little by myself."</|quote|>She had unclasped her hand, | without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered,<|quote|>"I will go on a little by myself."</|quote|>She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act | no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered,<|quote|>"I will go on a little by myself."</|q... | was written in his own hand on the inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" "Is there has the hat any blood upon it?" Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, ... | were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "... | pits' mouths, and lean old horses that had worn the circle of their daily labour into the ground, were alike quiet; wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve without the shocks and noises of another time. They walked on across the fields and down the shady lanes, someti... | return, having put him out of the way. Louisa had never spoken of harbouring any suspicion of her brother in connexion with the robbery, she and Sissy had held no confidence on the subject, save in that one interchange of looks when the unconscious father rested his gray head on his hand; but it was understood between ... | no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got... | Hard Times |
She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her fa... | No speaker | on a little by myself."<|quote|>She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon... | Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself."<|quote|>She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. The... | had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself."<|quote|>She had unclasped her hand, and was in the... | inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" "Is there has the hat any blood upon it?" Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, an... | of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat l... | worn the circle of their daily labour into the ground, were alike quiet; wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve without the shocks and noises of another time. They walked on across the fields and down the shady lanes, sometimes getting over a fragment of a fence so r... | Louisa had never spoken of harbouring any suspicion of her brother in connexion with the robbery, she and Sissy had held no confidence on the subject, save in that one interchange of looks when the unconscious father rested his gray head on his hand; but it was understood between them, and they both knew it. This other... | were told in that country of the old pits hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been ... | Hard Times |
"O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!" | Rachel Gradgrind | face upon the other's neck.<|quote|>"O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!"</|quote|>At first this, and her | their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck.<|quote|>"O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!"</|quote|>At first this, and her terrific screams, were all that | Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck.<|quote|>"O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down... | the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself." She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream ... | lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" "Is there has the hat an... | a touch of the foot, sometimes passing near a wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were confusedly heaped together, they alway... | about each of them like a ghostly shadow; neither daring to think of its being near herself, far less of its being near the other. And still the forced spirit which the whelp had plucked up, throve with him. If Stephen Blackpool was not the thief, let him show himself. Why didn't he? Another night. Another day and nigh... | hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, he... | Hard Times |
At first this, and her terrific screams, were all that could be got from Rachael, by any tears, by any prayers, by any representations, by any means. It was impossible to hush her; and it was deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft. | No speaker | He's down there! Down there!"<|quote|>At first this, and her terrific screams, were all that could be got from Rachael, by any tears, by any prayers, by any representations, by any means. It was impossible to hush her; and it was deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft.</|quote|>"Ra... | neck. "O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!"<|quote|>At first this, and her terrific screams, were all that could be got from Rachael, by any tears, by any prayers, by any representations, by any means. It was impossible to hush her; and it was deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down... | that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck. "O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!"<|quote|>At first this, and her terrific screa... | where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself." She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape.... | took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears and lamentations: Stephen Blackpool was written in his own hand on the inside. "O the poor lad, the poor lad! He has been made away with. He is lying murdered here!" "Is there has the hat any blood upon it?" Sissy faltered. They were afraid to loo... | wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were confusedly heaped together, they always avoided; for dismal stories were told in tha... | daring to think of its being near herself, far less of its being near the other. And still the forced spirit which the whelp had plucked up, throve with him. If Stephen Blackpool was not the thief, let him show himself. Why didn't he? Another night. Another day and night. No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and wh... | sometimes passing near a wreck of bricks and beams overgrown with grass, marking the site of deserted works. They followed paths and tracks, however slight. Mounds where the grass was rank and high, and where brambles, dock-weed, and such-like vegetation, were confusedly heaped together, they always avoided; for dismal... | Hard Times |
"Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" | Cecilia Jupe | flung herself down the shaft.<|quote|>"Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"</|quote|>By an earnest repetition of | her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft.<|quote|>"Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"</|quote|>By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in | At first this, and her terrific screams, were all that could be got from Rachael, by any tears, by any prayers, by any representations, by any means. It was impossible to hush her; and it was deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft.<|quote|>"Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for ... | that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck. "O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!" At first this, and her terrific screams, were... | hat any blood upon it?" Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, b... | country of the old pits hidden beneath such indications. The sun was high when they sat down to rest. They had seen no one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summe... | No Stephen Blackpool. Where was the man, and why did he not come back? CHAPTER VI THE STARLIGHT THE Sunday was a bright Sunday in autumn, clear and cool, when early in the morning Sissy and Rachael met, to walk in the country. As Coketown cast ashes not only on its own head but on the neighbourhood's too after the mann... | those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't... | Hard Times |
By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone. | No speaker | of Stephen, think of Stephen!"<|quote|>By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone.</|quote|>"Rachael, Stephen may be living. | cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"<|quote|>By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone.</|quote|>"Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying | representations, by any means. It was impossible to hush her; and it was deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft. "Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"<|quote|>By an earnest repe... | thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck. "O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!" At first this, and her terrific screams, were all that could be got from Rachael, by any tears, by any prayers, by any representations, by any means. It was impossible to... | inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself." She had unclasped her hand, and ... | one, near or distant, for a long time; and the solitude remained unbroken. "It is so still here, Rachael, and the way is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up... | Sunday in autumn, clear and cool, when early in the morning Sissy and Rachael met, to walk in the country. As Coketown cast ashes not only on its own head but on the neighbourhood's too after the manner of those pious persons who do penance for their own sins by putting other people into sackcloth it was customary for ... | been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to... | Hard Times |
"Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying maimed at the bottom of this dreadful place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?" | Cecilia Jupe | a tearless face of stone.<|quote|>"Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying maimed at the bottom of this dreadful place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?"</|quote|>"No, no, no!" "Don't stir | to look at her with a tearless face of stone.<|quote|>"Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying maimed at the bottom of this dreadful place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?"</|quote|>"No, no, no!" "Don't stir from here, for his sake! | Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone.<|quote|>"Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn'... | that could be got from Rachael, by any tears, by any prayers, by any representations, by any means. It was impossible to hush her; and it was deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft. "Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Ste... | without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself." She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a bl... | here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her ... | the manner of those pious persons who do penance for their own sins by putting other people into sackcloth it was customary for those who now and then thirsted for a draught of pure air, which is not absolutely the most wicked among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the railroad, and then begin their wal... | wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve without the shocks and noises of another time. They walked on across the fields and down the shady lanes, sometimes getting over a fragment of a fence so rotten that it dropped at a touch of the foot, sometimes passing near a wr... | Hard Times |
"No, no, no!" | Rachel Gradgrind | could bring help to him?"<|quote|>"No, no, no!"</|quote|>"Don't stir from here, for | place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?"<|quote|>"No, no, no!"</|quote|>"Don't stir from here, for his sake! Let me go | of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone. "Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying maimed at the bottom of this dreadful place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?"<|quote|>"No, no, no!"</|quote|>"Don't stir from here, for his ... | deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft. "Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at l... | act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck. "O, my good Lord!... | look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward to... | then thirsted for a draught of pure air, which is not absolutely the most wicked among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the railroad, and then begin their walk, or their lounge in the fields. Sissy and Rachael helped themselves out of the smoke by the usual means, and were put down at a station about mi... | fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a passion of tears ... | Hard Times |
"Don't stir from here, for his sake! Let me go and listen." | Cecilia Jupe | to him?" "No, no, no!"<|quote|>"Don't stir from here, for his sake! Let me go and listen."</|quote|>She shuddered to approach the | if you could bring help to him?" "No, no, no!"<|quote|>"Don't stir from here, for his sake! Let me go and listen."</|quote|>She shuddered to approach the pit; but she crept towards | moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone. "Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying maimed at the bottom of this dreadful place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?" "No, no, no!"<|quote|>"Don't stir from here, for his sake! Let me go and... | hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft. "Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to b... | forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck. "O, my good Lord! He's down there... | "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rach... | a draught of pure air, which is not absolutely the most wicked among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the railroad, and then begin their walk, or their lounge in the fields. Sissy and Rachael helped themselves out of the smoke by the usual means, and were put down at a station about midway between the t... | is so untrodden, that I think we must be the first who have been here all the summer." As Sissy said it, her eyes were attracted by another of those rotten fragments of fence upon the ground. She got up to look at it. "And yet I don't know. This has not been broken very long. The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. ... | Hard Times |
She shuddered to approach the pit; but she crept towards it on her hands and knees, and called to him as loud as she could call. She listened, but no sound replied. She called again and listened; still no answering sound. She did this, twenty, thirty times. She took a little clod of earth from the broken ground where h... | No speaker | Let me go and listen."<|quote|>She shuddered to approach the pit; but she crept towards it on her hands and knees, and called to him as loud as she could call. She listened, but no sound replied. She called again and listened; still no answering sound. She did this, twenty, thirty times. She took a little clod of earth... | from here, for his sake! Let me go and listen."<|quote|>She shuddered to approach the pit; but she crept towards it on her hands and knees, and called to him as loud as she could call. She listened, but no sound replied. She called again and listened; still no answering sound. She did this, twenty, thirty times. She to... | at her with a tearless face of stone. "Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying maimed at the bottom of this dreadful place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?" "No, no, no!" "Don't stir from here, for his sake! Let me go and listen."<|quote|>She shuddered to approach the pit; but she crept t... | dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone. "Rachael... | resounded over the wide landscape. Before them, at their very feet, was the brink of a black ragged chasm hidden by the thick grass. They sprang back, and fell upon their knees, each hiding her face upon the other's neck. "O, my good Lord! He's down there! Down there!" At first this, and her terrific screams, were all ... | The wood is quite fresh where it gave way. Here are footsteps too. O Rachael!" She ran back, and caught her round the neck. Rachael had already started up. "What is the matter?" "I don't know. There is a hat lying in the grass." They went forward together. Rachael took it up, shaking from head to foot. She broke into a... | among the vanities of life, to get a few miles away by the railroad, and then begin their walk, or their lounge in the fields. Sissy and Rachael helped themselves out of the smoke by the usual means, and were put down at a station about midway between the town and Mr. Bounderby's retreat. Though the green landscape was... | were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy w... | Hard Times |
"Rachael, we must lose not a moment. We must go in different directions, seeking aid. You shall go by the way we have come, and I will go forward by the path. Tell any one you see, and every one what has happened. Think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" | Cecilia Jupe | round her, seeing no help.<|quote|>"Rachael, we must lose not a moment. We must go in different directions, seeking aid. You shall go by the way we have come, and I will go forward by the path. Tell any one you see, and every one what has happened. Think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"</|quote|>She knew by Rachael's fac... | she rose and looked all round her, seeing no help.<|quote|>"Rachael, we must lose not a moment. We must go in different directions, seeking aid. You shall go by the way we have come, and I will go forward by the path. Tell any one you see, and every one what has happened. Think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"</|quote|>S... | earth from the broken ground where he had stumbled, and threw it in. She could not hear it fall. The wide prospect, so beautiful in its stillness but a few minutes ago, almost carried despair to her brave heart, as she rose and looked all round her, seeing no help.<|quote|>"Rachael, we must lose not a moment. We must g... | approach the pit; but she crept towards it on her hands and knees, and called to him as loud as she could call. She listened, but no sound replied. She called again and listened; still no answering sound. She did this, twenty, thirty times. She took a little clod of earth from the broken ground where he had stumbled, a... | Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be silent, and to look at her with a tearless face of stone. "Rachael, Stephen may be li... | it?" Sissy faltered. They were afraid to look; but they did examine it, and found no mark of violence, inside or out. It had been lying there some days, for rain and dew had stained it, and the mark of its shape was on the grass where it had fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothin... | In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Under their feet, the grass was fresh; beautiful shadows of branches flickered upon it, and speckled it; hedgerows were... | her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft. "Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries! Think of Stephen, think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" By an earnest repetition of this entreaty, poured out in all the agony of such a moment, Sissy at last brought her to be sil... | Hard Times |
She knew by Rachael's face that she might trust her now. And after standing for a moment to see her running, wringing her hands as she ran, she turned and went upon her own search; she stopped at the hedge to tie her shawl there as a guide to the place, then threw her bonnet aside, and ran as she had never run before. ... | No speaker | of Stephen, think of Stephen!"<|quote|>She knew by Rachael's face that she might trust her now. And after standing for a moment to see her running, wringing her hands as she ran, she turned and went upon her own search; she stopped at the hedge to tie her shawl there as a guide to the place, then threw her bonnet aside... | one what has happened. Think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"<|quote|>She knew by Rachael's face that she might trust her now. And after standing for a moment to see her running, wringing her hands as she ran, she turned and went upon her own search; she stopped at the hedge to tie her shawl there as a guide to the place... | help. "Rachael, we must lose not a moment. We must go in different directions, seeking aid. You shall go by the way we have come, and I will go forward by the path. Tell any one you see, and every one what has happened. Think of Stephen, think of Stephen!"<|quote|>She knew by Rachael's face that she might trust her now... | of earth from the broken ground where he had stumbled, and threw it in. She could not hear it fall. The wide prospect, so beautiful in its stillness but a few minutes ago, almost carried despair to her brave heart, as she rose and looked all round her, seeing no help. "Rachael, we must lose not a moment. We must go in ... | with a tearless face of stone. "Rachael, Stephen may be living. You wouldn't leave him lying maimed at the bottom of this dreadful place, a moment, if you could bring help to him?" "No, no, no!" "Don't stir from here, for his sake! Let me go and listen." She shuddered to approach the pit; but she crept towards it on he... | fallen. They looked fearfully about them, without moving, but could see nothing more. "Rachael," Sissy whispered, "I will go on a little by myself." She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape. Before them,... | branches flickered upon it, and speckled it; hedgerows were luxuriant; everything was at peace. Engines at pits' mouths, and lean old horses that had worn the circle of their daily labour into the ground, were alike quiet; wheels had ceased for a short space to turn; and the great wheel of earth seemed to revolve witho... | and her terrific screams, were all that could be got from Rachael, by any tears, by any prayers, by any representations, by any means. It was impossible to hush her; and it was deadly necessary to hold her, or she would have flung herself down the shaft. "Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not... | Hard Times |
"Lower away!" | _unknowable | with lights, giving the word<|quote|>"Lower away!"</|quote|>As the rope went out, | man and another got in with lights, giving the word<|quote|>"Lower away!"</|quote|>As the rope went out, tight and strained, and the | crowded close together, attentively watching it: the man at the windlass lowering as they were told. The candle was brought up again, feebly burning, and then some water was cast in. Then the bucket was hooked on; and the sobered man and another got in with lights, giving the word<|quote|>"Lower away!"</|quote|>As the ... | construction of this machine, simple as it was; requisites had been found wanting, and messages had had to go and return. It was five o'clock in the afternoon of the bright autumnal Sunday, before a candle was sent down to try the air, while three or four rough faces stood crowded close together, attentively watching i... | and made a large ring round the Old Hell Shaft, and appointed men to keep it. Besides such volunteers as were accepted to work, only Sissy and Rachael were at first permitted within this ring; but, later in the day, when the message brought an express from Coketown, Mr. Gradgrind and Louisa, and Mr. Bounderby, and the ... | the Old Hell Shaft, they found it as lonely as she had left it. The men called and listened as she had done, and examined the edge of the chasm, and settled how it had happened, and then sat down to wait until the implements they wanted should come up. Every sound of insects in the air, every stirring of the leaves, ev... | go in different directions, seeking aid. You shall go by the way we have come, and I will go forward by the path. Tell any one you see, and every one what has happened. Think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" She knew by Rachael's face that she might trust her now. And after standing for a moment to see her running, wring... | men was in a drunken slumber, but on his comrade's shouting to him that a man had fallen down the Old Hell Shaft, he started out to a pool of dirty water, put his head in it, and came back sober. With these two men she ran to another half-a-mile further, and with that one to another, while they ran elsewhere. Then a ho... | Hard Times |
As the rope went out, tight and strained, and the windlass creaked, there was not a breath among the one or two hundred men and women looking on, that came as it was wont to come. The signal was given and the windlass stopped, with abundant rope to spare. Apparently so long an interval ensued with the men at the windla... | No speaker | giving the word "Lower away!"<|quote|>As the rope went out, tight and strained, and the windlass creaked, there was not a breath among the one or two hundred men and women looking on, that came as it was wont to come. The signal was given and the windlass stopped, with abundant rope to spare. Apparently so long an inte... | another got in with lights, giving the word "Lower away!"<|quote|>As the rope went out, tight and strained, and the windlass creaked, there was not a breath among the one or two hundred men and women looking on, that came as it was wont to come. The signal was given and the windlass stopped, with abundant rope to spare... | together, attentively watching it: the man at the windlass lowering as they were told. The candle was brought up again, feebly burning, and then some water was cast in. Then the bucket was hooked on; and the sobered man and another got in with lights, giving the word "Lower away!"<|quote|>As the rope went out, tight an... | this machine, simple as it was; requisites had been found wanting, and messages had had to go and return. It was five o'clock in the afternoon of the bright autumnal Sunday, before a candle was sent down to try the air, while three or four rough faces stood crowded close together, attentively watching it: the man at th... | a large ring round the Old Hell Shaft, and appointed men to keep it. Besides such volunteers as were accepted to work, only Sissy and Rachael were at first permitted within this ring; but, later in the day, when the message brought an express from Coketown, Mr. Gradgrind and Louisa, and Mr. Bounderby, and the whelp, we... | Hell Shaft, they found it as lonely as she had left it. The men called and listened as she had done, and examined the edge of the chasm, and settled how it had happened, and then sat down to wait until the implements they wanted should come up. Every sound of insects in the air, every stirring of the leaves, every whis... | different directions, seeking aid. You shall go by the way we have come, and I will go forward by the path. Tell any one you see, and every one what has happened. Think of Stephen, think of Stephen!" She knew by Rachael's face that she might trust her now. And after standing for a moment to see her running, wringing he... | stirring of the leaves, every whisper among these men, made Sissy tremble, for she thought it was a cry at the bottom of the pit. But the wind blew idly over it, and no sound arose to the surface, and they sat upon the grass, waiting and waiting. After they had waited some time, straggling people who had heard of the a... | Hard Times |
"But he's hurt very bad," | _unknowable | eyes had tears in them.<|quote|>"But he's hurt very bad,"</|quote|>he added, as soon as | great shout arose and many eyes had tears in them.<|quote|>"But he's hurt very bad,"</|quote|>he added, as soon as he could make himself heard | all eyes were fastened on the pit. The sobered man was brought up and leaped out briskly on the grass. There was an universal cry of "Alive or dead?" and then a deep, profound hush. When he said "Alive!" a great shout arose and many eyes had tears in them.<|quote|>"But he's hurt very bad,"</|quote|>he added, as soon as... | reversed and worked again. Practised eyes knew that it did not go as heavily as it would if both workmen had been coming up, and that only one was returning. The rope came in tight and strained; and ring after ring was coiled upon the barrel of the windlass, and all eyes were fastened on the pit. The sobered man was br... | out, tight and strained, and the windlass creaked, there was not a breath among the one or two hundred men and women looking on, that came as it was wont to come. The signal was given and the windlass stopped, with abundant rope to spare. Apparently so long an interval ensued with the men at the windlass standing idle,... | the Old Hell Shaft, and appointed men to keep it. Besides such volunteers as were accepted to work, only Sissy and Rachael were at first permitted within this ring; but, later in the day, when the message brought an express from Coketown, Mr. Gradgrind and Louisa, and Mr. Bounderby, and the whelp, were also there. The ... | was in a drunken slumber, but on his comrade's shouting to him that a man had fallen down the Old Hell Shaft, he started out to a pool of dirty water, put his head in it, and came back sober. With these two men she ran to another half-a-mile further, and with that one to another, while they ran elsewhere. Then a horse ... | should come up. Every sound of insects in the air, every stirring of the leaves, every whisper among these men, made Sissy tremble, for she thought it was a cry at the bottom of the pit. But the wind blew idly over it, and no sound arose to the surface, and they sat upon the grass, waiting and waiting. After they had w... | Hard Times |
he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again. | No speaker | "But he's hurt very bad,"<|quote|>he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again.</|quote|>"Where's doctor? He's hurt so | eyes had tears in them. "But he's hurt very bad,"<|quote|>he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again.</|quote|>"Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we | the pit. The sobered man was brought up and leaped out briskly on the grass. There was an universal cry of "Alive or dead?" and then a deep, profound hush. When he said "Alive!" a great shout arose and many eyes had tears in them. "But he's hurt very bad,"<|quote|>he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again.... | eyes knew that it did not go as heavily as it would if both workmen had been coming up, and that only one was returning. The rope came in tight and strained; and ring after ring was coiled upon the barrel of the windlass, and all eyes were fastened on the pit. The sobered man was brought up and leaped out briskly on th... | the windlass creaked, there was not a breath among the one or two hundred men and women looking on, that came as it was wont to come. The signal was given and the windlass stopped, with abundant rope to spare. Apparently so long an interval ensued with the men at the windlass standing idle, that some women shrieked tha... | appointed men to keep it. Besides such volunteers as were accepted to work, only Sissy and Rachael were at first permitted within this ring; but, later in the day, when the message brought an express from Coketown, Mr. Gradgrind and Louisa, and Mr. Bounderby, and the whelp, were also there. The sun was four hours lower... | but on his comrade's shouting to him that a man had fallen down the Old Hell Shaft, he started out to a pool of dirty water, put his head in it, and came back sober. With these two men she ran to another half-a-mile further, and with that one to another, while they ran elsewhere. Then a horse was found; and she got ano... | thought it was a cry at the bottom of the pit. But the wind blew idly over it, and no sound arose to the surface, and they sat upon the grass, waiting and waiting. After they had waited some time, straggling people who had heard of the accident began to come up; then the real help of implements began to arrive. In the ... | Hard Times |
"Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we donno how to get him up." | _unknowable | could make himself heard again.<|quote|>"Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we donno how to get him up."</|quote|>They all consulted together, and | added, as soon as he could make himself heard again.<|quote|>"Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we donno how to get him up."</|quote|>They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, | briskly on the grass. There was an universal cry of "Alive or dead?" and then a deep, profound hush. When he said "Alive!" a great shout arose and many eyes had tears in them. "But he's hurt very bad," he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again.<|quote|>"Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we d... | would if both workmen had been coming up, and that only one was returning. The rope came in tight and strained; and ring after ring was coiled upon the barrel of the windlass, and all eyes were fastened on the pit. The sobered man was brought up and leaped out briskly on the grass. There was an universal cry of "Alive ... | or two hundred men and women looking on, that came as it was wont to come. The signal was given and the windlass stopped, with abundant rope to spare. Apparently so long an interval ensued with the men at the windlass standing idle, that some women shrieked that another accident had happened! But the surgeon who held t... | to work, only Sissy and Rachael were at first permitted within this ring; but, later in the day, when the message brought an express from Coketown, Mr. Gradgrind and Louisa, and Mr. Bounderby, and the whelp, were also there. The sun was four hours lower than when Sissy and Rachael had first sat down upon the grass, bef... | fallen down the Old Hell Shaft, he started out to a pool of dirty water, put his head in it, and came back sober. With these two men she ran to another half-a-mile further, and with that one to another, while they ran elsewhere. Then a horse was found; and she got another man to ride for life or death to the railroad, ... | down to try the air, while three or four rough faces stood crowded close together, attentively watching it: the man at the windlass lowering as they were told. The candle was brought up again, feebly burning, and then some water was cast in. Then the bucket was hooked on; and the sobered man and another got in with lig... | Hard Times |
They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense. The consultation ended in the m... | No speaker | how to get him up."<|quote|>They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense. The... | bad, sir, that we donno how to get him up."<|quote|>They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in al... | deep, profound hush. When he said "Alive!" a great shout arose and many eyes had tears in them. "But he's hurt very bad," he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again. "Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we donno how to get him up."<|quote|>They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at th... | came in tight and strained; and ring after ring was coiled upon the barrel of the windlass, and all eyes were fastened on the pit. The sobered man was brought up and leaped out briskly on the grass. There was an universal cry of "Alive or dead?" and then a deep, profound hush. When he said "Alive!" a great shout arose ... | The signal was given and the windlass stopped, with abundant rope to spare. Apparently so long an interval ensued with the men at the windlass standing idle, that some women shrieked that another accident had happened! But the surgeon who held the watch, declared five minutes not to have elapsed yet, and sternly admoni... | the day, when the message brought an express from Coketown, Mr. Gradgrind and Louisa, and Mr. Bounderby, and the whelp, were also there. The sun was four hours lower than when Sissy and Rachael had first sat down upon the grass, before a means of enabling two men to descend securely was rigged with poles and ropes. Dif... | his head in it, and came back sober. With these two men she ran to another half-a-mile further, and with that one to another, while they ran elsewhere. Then a horse was found; and she got another man to ride for life or death to the railroad, and send a message to Louisa, which she wrote and gave him. By this time a wh... | close together, attentively watching it: the man at the windlass lowering as they were told. The candle was brought up again, feebly burning, and then some water was cast in. Then the bucket was hooked on; and the sobered man and another got in with lights, giving the word "Lower away!" As the rope went out, tight and ... | Hard Times |
"Rachael." | Stephen Blackpool | sky, he smiled and said,<|quote|>"Rachael."</|quote|>She stooped down on the | motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said,<|quote|>"Rachael."</|quote|>She stooped down on the grass at his side, and | hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said,<|quote|>"Rachael."</|quote|>She stooped down ... | what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to... | upon the barrel of the windlass safely, and the connecting chains appeared, and finally the bucket with the two men holding on at the sides a sight to make the head swim, and oppress the heart and tenderly supporting between them, slung and tied within, the figure of a poor, crushed, human creature. A low murmur of pit... | a dangerous time, because he was innocent of what was laid to his charge, and couldn't rest from coming the nearest way to deliver himself up. The Old Hell Shaft, the pitman said, with a curse upon it, was worthy of its bad name to the last; for though Stephen could speak now, he believed it would soon be found to have... | a great shout arose and many eyes had tears in them. "But he's hurt very bad," he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again. "Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we donno how to get him up." They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook hi... | him, and according to his own belief had hardly stirred since he fell, except that he had moved his free hand to a side pocket, in which he remembered to have some bread and meat (of which he had swallowed crumbs), and had likewise scooped up a little water in it now and then. He had come straight away from his work, o... | Hard Times |
She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. | No speaker | he smiled and said, "Rachael."<|quote|>She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her.</|quote|>"Rachael, my dear." She took | looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael."<|quote|>She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her.</|quote|>"Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again | lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael."<|quote|>She stooped down on the grass a... | he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be t... | the barrel of the windlass safely, and the connecting chains appeared, and finally the bucket with the two men holding on at the sides a sight to make the head swim, and oppress the heart and tenderly supporting between them, slung and tied within, the figure of a poor, crushed, human creature. A low murmur of pity wen... | dangerous time, because he was innocent of what was laid to his charge, and couldn't rest from coming the nearest way to deliver himself up. The Old Hell Shaft, the pitman said, with a curse upon it, was worthy of its bad name to the last; for though Stephen could speak now, he believed it would soon be found to have m... | great shout arose and many eyes had tears in them. "But he's hurt very bad," he added, as soon as he could make himself heard again. "Where's doctor? He's hurt so very bad, sir, that we donno how to get him up." They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his ... | which he had swallowed crumbs), and had likewise scooped up a little water in it now and then. He had come straight away from his work, on being written to, and had walked the whole journey; and was on his way to Mr. Bounderby's country house after dark, when he fell. He was crossing that dangerous country at such a da... | Hard Times |
"Rachael, my dear." | Stephen Blackpool | them to look at her.<|quote|>"Rachael, my dear."</|quote|>She took his hand. He | not so much as turn them to look at her.<|quote|>"Rachael, my dear."</|quote|>She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't | Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her.<|quote|>"Rachael, my dear."</|quote|>She took his hand. He smiled again and... | worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at t... | and tenderly supporting between them, slung and tied within, the figure of a poor, crushed, human creature. A low murmur of pity went round the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the sur... | upon it, was worthy of its bad name to the last; for though Stephen could speak now, he believed it would soon be found to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into t... | we donno how to get him up." They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense. Th... | would soon be found to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man... | Hard Times |
She took his hand. He smiled again and said, | No speaker | at her. "Rachael, my dear."<|quote|>She took his hand. He smiled again and said,</|quote|>"Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt | as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear."<|quote|>She took his hand. He smiled again and said,</|quote|>"Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own | quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear."<|quote|>She took his hand. He smiled again and said,</|quote|>"Don't ... | was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled a... | between them, slung and tied within, the figure of a poor, crushed, human creature. A low murmur of pity went round the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. H... | worthy of its bad name to the last; for though Stephen could speak now, he believed it would soon be found to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The r... | to get him up." They all consulted together, and looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense. The consultatio... | then. He had come straight away from his work, on being written to, and had walked the whole journey; and was on his way to Mr. Bounderby's country house after dark, when he fell. He was crossing that dangerous country at such a dangerous time, because he was innocent of what was laid to his charge, and couldn't rest f... | Hard Times |
"Don't let 't go." | Stephen Blackpool | He smiled again and said,<|quote|>"Don't let 't go."</|quote|>"Thou'rt in great pain, my | dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said,<|quote|>"Don't let 't go."</|quote|>"Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' | and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said,<|quote|>"Don't let 't go."</|quote|>"Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear St... | broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on t... | a poor, crushed, human creature. A low murmur of pity went round the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch,... | though Stephen could speak now, he believed it would soon be found to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was m... | looked anxiously at the surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense. The consultation ended in the men returning to the windlass, and... | belief had hardly stirred since he fell, except that he had moved his free hand to a side pocket, in which he remembered to have some bread and meat (of which he had swallowed crumbs), and had likewise scooped up a little water in it now and then. He had come straight away from his work, on being written to, and had wa... | Hard Times |
"Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" | Rachel Gradgrind | said, "Don't let 't go."<|quote|>"Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?"</|quote|>"I ha' been, but not | hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go."<|quote|>"Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?"</|quote|>"I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, | stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go."<|quote|>"Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?"</|quote|>"I ha' been, but ... | bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on the grass at his side, an... | creature. A low murmur of pity went round the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he c... | now, he believed it would soon be found to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the wind... | surgeon, as he asked some questions, and shook his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense. The consultation ended in the men returning to the windlass, and the pitman going down a... | the ring leaned forward. For, now, the rope came in, tightened and strained to its utmost as it appeared, and the men turned heavily, and the windlass complained. It was scarcely endurable to look at the rope, and think of its giving way. But, ring after ring was coiled upon the barrel of the windlass safely, and the c... | Hard Times |
"I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" | Stephen Blackpool | pain, my own dear Stephen?"<|quote|>"I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!"</|quote|>The spectre of his old | 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?"<|quote|>"I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!"</|quote|>The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as | and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?"<|quote|>"I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long... | as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between hi... | the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done,... | to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man removed his hand fr... | his head on receiving the replies. The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense. The consultation ended in the men returning to the windlass, and the pitman going down again, carrying the wine and some other small ma... | in which he remembered to have some bread and meat (of which he had swallowed crumbs), and had likewise scooped up a little water in it now and then. He had come straight away from his work, on being written to, and had walked the whole journey; and was on his way to Mr. Bounderby's country house after dark, when he fe... | Hard Times |
The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. | No speaker | first to last, a muddle!"<|quote|>The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word.</|quote|>"I ha' fell into th' | Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!"<|quote|>The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word.</|quote|>"I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have | his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!"<|quote|>The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the wo... | looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain... | but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside o... | to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man removed his hand from it now. Every one waited with his grasp set, and his body bent down to the work, ready to reverse and wind in. At length the signal was given, and all the ring leane... | all its rapt suspense. The consultation ended in the men returning to the windlass, and the pitman going down again, carrying the wine and some other small matters with him. Then the other man came up. In the meantime, under the surgeon's directions, some men brought a hurdle, on which others made a thick bed of spare ... | the work, ready to reverse and wind in. At length the signal was given, and all the ring leaned forward. For, now, the rope came in, tightened and strained to its utmost as it appeared, and the men turned heavily, and the windlass complained. It was scarcely endurable to look at the rope, and think of its giving way. B... | Hard Times |
"I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o' men's lives fathers, sons, brothers, dear to thousands an' thousands, an' keeping 'em fro' want and hunger. I ha' fell into a pit that ha' been wi' th' Firedamp crueller than battle. I ha' read on 't in th... | Stephen Blackpool | as he said the word.<|quote|>"I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o' men's lives fathers, sons, brothers, dear to thousands an' thousands, an' keeping 'em fro' want and hunger. I ha' fell into a pit that ha' been wi' th' Firedamp crueller than b... | old look seemed to pass as he said the word.<|quote|>"I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o' men's lives fathers, sons, brothers, dear to thousands an' thousands, an' keeping 'em fro' want and hunger. I ha' fell into a pit that ha' been wi' th' ... | pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word.<|quote|>"I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o... | the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and... | adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another ... | signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man removed his hand from it now. Every one waited with his grasp set, and his body bent down to the work, ready to reverse and wind in. At length the signal was given, and all the ring leaned forward. For, now, the rope came in, tightened and strained to its utmo... | and the pitman going down again, carrying the wine and some other small matters with him. Then the other man came up. In the meantime, under the surgeon's directions, some men brought a hurdle, on which others made a thick bed of spare clothes covered with loose straw, while he himself contrived some bandages and sling... | and had likewise scooped up a little water in it now and then. He had come straight away from his work, on being written to, and had walked the whole journey; and was on his way to Mr. Bounderby's country house after dark, when he fell. He was crossing that dangerous country at such a dangerous time, because he was inn... | Hard Times |
He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth. | No speaker | in a muddle every day!"<|quote|>He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth.</|quote|>"Thy little sister, Rachael, thou | need, one way an' another in a muddle every day!"<|quote|>He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth.</|quote|>"Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt | to spare 'em for th' wives and children that they loves as well as gentlefok loves theirs. When it were in work, it killed wi'out need; when 'tis let alone, it kills wi'out need. See how we die an' no need, one way an' another in a muddle every day!"<|quote|>He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely... | been wi' th' Firedamp crueller than battle. I ha' read on 't in the public petition, as onny one may read, fro' the men that works in pits, in which they ha' pray'n and pray'n the lawmakers for Christ's sake not to let their work be murder to 'em, but to spare 'em for th' wives and children that they loves as well as g... | in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. "I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge ... | A low murmur of pity went round the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do wa... | was quickly repeated all over the circle, that the lost man had fallen upon a mass of crumbled rubbish with which the pit was half choked up, and that his fall had been further broken by some jagged earth at the side. He lay upon his back with one arm doubled under him, and according to his own belief had hardly stirre... | look at her. "Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old loo... | Hard Times |
"Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be... | Stephen Blackpool | one. Merely as the truth.<|quote|>"Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o'... | without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth.<|quote|>"Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, ... | gentlefok loves theirs. When it were in work, it killed wi'out need; when 'tis let alone, it kills wi'out need. See how we die an' no need, one way an' another in a muddle every day!" He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth.<|quote|>"Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot he... | public petition, as onny one may read, fro' the men that works in pits, in which they ha' pray'n and pray'n the lawmakers for Christ's sake not to let their work be murder to 'em, but to spare 'em for th' wives and children that they loves as well as gentlefok loves theirs. When it were in work, it killed wi'out need; ... | ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. "I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o' men's lives father... | as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. A... | a mass of crumbled rubbish with which the pit was half choked up, and that his fall had been further broken by some jagged earth at the side. He lay upon his back with one arm doubled under him, and according to his own belief had hardly stirred since he fell, except that he had moved his free hand to a side pocket, in... | at the rope, and think of its giving way. But, ring after ring was coiled upon the barrel of the windlass safely, and the connecting chains appeared, and finally the bucket with the two men holding on at the sides a sight to make the head swim, and oppress the heart and tenderly supporting between them, slung and tied ... | Hard Times |
Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky. | No speaker | A muddle! Aw a muddle!"<|quote|>Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky.</|quote|>"If aw th' things that | o' working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a muddle!"<|quote|>Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky.</|quote|>"If aw th' things that tooches us, my dear, was | poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an' awlung o' working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a muddle!"<|quote|>Louisa approached him; but he could not se... | die an' no need, one way an' another in a muddle every day!" He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, ... | 'em fro' want and hunger. I ha' fell into a pit that ha' been wi' th' Firedamp crueller than battle. I ha' read on 't in the public petition, as onny one may read, fro' the men that works in pits, in which they ha' pray'n and pray'n the lawmakers for Christ's sake not to let their work be murder to 'em, but to spare 'e... | seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and s... | (of which he had swallowed crumbs), and had likewise scooped up a little water in it now and then. He had come straight away from his work, on being written to, and had walked the whole journey; and was on his way to Mr. Bounderby's country house after dark, when he fell. He was crossing that dangerous country at such ... | dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. "I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o' men's lives fathers, sons, brothers, dear... | Hard Times |
"If aw th' things that tooches us, my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha' had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n of... | Stephen Blackpool | up to the night sky.<|quote|>"If aw th' things that tooches us, my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha' had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me a... | lying with his face turned up to the night sky.<|quote|>"If aw th' things that tooches us, my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha' had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me rig... | thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an' awlung o' working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a muddle!" Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky.<|quote|>"If aw th' things that tooches us, my dear, was... | anger against any one. Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen,... | battle. I ha' read on 't in the public petition, as onny one may read, fro' the men that works in pits, in which they ha' pray'n and pray'n the lawmakers for Christ's sake not to let their work be murder to 'em, but to spare 'em for th' wives and children that they loves as well as gentlefok loves theirs. When it were ... | garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite motionless looking up at the sky, he smiled and said, "Rachael." She stooped down on the grass at his side, and bent over him until her eyes were ... | He had come straight away from his work, on being written to, and had walked the whole journey; and was on his way to Mr. Bounderby's country house after dark, when he fell. He was crossing that dangerous country at such a dangerous time, because he was innocent of what was laid to his charge, and couldn't rest from co... | at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine. Though he lay quite mot... | Hard Times |
Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft] | No speaker | up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!"<|quote|>Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft]</|quote|>"It ha' shined upon me," | ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!"<|quote|>Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft]</|quote|>"It ha' shined upon me," he said reverently, "in my | among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!"<|quote|>Following his eyes, she saw that he ... | Aw a muddle!" Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky. "If aw th' things that tooches us, my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha' had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothe... | See how we die an' no need, one way an' another in a muddle every day!" He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst wor... | my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he ... | it, was worthy of its bad name to the last; for though Stephen could speak now, he believed it would soon be found to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pi... | said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. "I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear,... | Hard Times |
"It ha' shined upon me," | Stephen Blackpool | from the Old Hell Shaft]<|quote|>"It ha' shined upon me,"</|quote|>he said reverently, "in my | star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft]<|quote|>"It ha' shined upon me,"</|quote|>he said reverently, "in my pain and trouble down below. | know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!" Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft]<|quote|>"It ha' shined upon me,"</|quote|>he... | sky. "If aw th' things that tooches us, my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha' had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took... | any anger against any one. Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and missha... | dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. "I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, ... | be found to have mangled the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man removed hi... | it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if... | Hard Times |
he said reverently, | No speaker | "It ha' shined upon me,"<|quote|>he said reverently,</|quote|>"in my pain and trouble | from the Old Hell Shaft] "It ha' shined upon me,"<|quote|>he said reverently,</|quote|>"in my pain and trouble down below. It ha' shined | ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!" Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft] "It ha' shined upon me,"<|quote|>he said reverently,</|quote|>"in my... | that tooches us, my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha' had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He w... | Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air a... | but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. "I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o' men... | the life out of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man removed his hand from it now. Every... | eyes were between his and the sky, for he could not so much as turn them to look at her. "Rachael, my dear." She took his hand. He smiled again and said, "Don't let 't go." "Thou'rt in great pain, my own dear Stephen?" "I ha' been, but not now. I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rac... | Hard Times |
"in my pain and trouble down below. It ha' shined into my mind. I ha' look'n at 't and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily belie... | Stephen Blackpool | upon me," he said reverently,<|quote|>"in my pain and trouble down below. It ha' shined into my mind. I ha' look'n at 't and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better.... | Hell Shaft] "It ha' shined upon me," he said reverently,<|quote|>"in my pain and trouble down below. It ha' shined into my mind. I ha' look'n at 't and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' i... | at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!" Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft] "It ha' shined upon me," he said reverently,<|quote|>"in my pain and trouble down b... | my dear, was not so muddled, I should'n ha' had'n need to coom heer. If we was not in a muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspec... | truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no nee... | I ha' been dreadful, and dree, and long, my dear but 'tis ower now. Ah, Rachael, aw a muddle! Fro' first to last, a muddle!" The spectre of his old look seemed to pass as he said the word. "I ha' fell into th' pit, my dear, as have cost wi'in the knowledge o' old fok now livin, hundreds and hundreds o' men's lives fath... | of him. When all was ready, this man, still taking his last hurried charges from his comrades and the surgeon after the windlass had begun to lower him, disappeared into the pit. The rope went out as before, the signal was made as before, and the windlass stopped. No man removed his hand from it now. Every one waited w... | straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying... | Hard Times |
Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her. | No speaker | 't my own weak seln."<|quote|>Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her.</|quote|>"You ha' heard?" he said, | than when I were in 't my own weak seln."<|quote|>Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her.</|quote|>"You ha' heard?" he said, after a few moments' silence. | pain an' trouble, lookin up yonder, wi' it shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln."<|quote|>Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to... | was one, and that there were a wicked plot betwixt 'em. When I fell, I were in anger wi' her, an' hurryin on t' be as onjust t' her as oothers was t' me. But in our judgments, like as in our doins, we mun bear and forbear. In my pain an' trouble, lookin up yonder, wi' it shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made... | star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft] "It ha' shined upon me," he said reverently, "in my pain and trouble down below. It ha' shined into my mind. I ha' look'n at 't and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in u... | in a muddle every day!" He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little cha... | a poor, crushed, human creature. A low murmur of pity went round the throng, and the women wept aloud, as this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch,... | a muddle every day!" He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair ... | Hard Times |
"You ha' heard?" | Stephen Blackpool | that he could see her.<|quote|>"You ha' heard?"</|quote|>he said, after a few | opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her.<|quote|>"You ha' heard?"</|quote|>he said, after a few moments' silence. "I ha' not | my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln." Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her.<|quote|>"You ha' heard?"</|quote|>he said, after a few moments' sil... | an' hurryin on t' be as onjust t' her as oothers was t' me. But in our judgments, like as in our doins, we mun bear and forbear. In my pain an' trouble, lookin up yonder, wi' it shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'... | pain and trouble down below. It ha' shined into my mind. I ha' look'n at 't and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen tha... | little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an'... | this form, almost without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And ... | If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!" Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool recovered from the Old Hell Shaft] "It ha' shined upo... | Hard Times |
he said, after a few moments' silence. | No speaker | see her. "You ha' heard?"<|quote|>he said, after a few moments' silence.</|quote|>"I ha' not forgot you, | Rachael, so that he could see her. "You ha' heard?"<|quote|>he said, after a few moments' silence.</|quote|>"I ha' not forgot you, ledy." "Yes, Stephen, I have | that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln." Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her. "You ha' heard?"<|quote|>he said, after a few moments' silence.</|quote|>"I ha' no... | t' be as onjust t' her as oothers was t' me. But in our judgments, like as in our doins, we mun bear and forbear. In my pain an' trouble, lookin up yonder, wi' it shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one anoth... | down below. It ha' shined into my mind. I ha' look'n at 't and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen that what the yoong ... | thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an' awlung o' working peopl... | without form, was moved very slowly from its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the p... | die an' no need, one way an' another in a muddle every day!" He faintly said it, without any anger against any one. Merely as the truth. "Thy little sister, Rachael, thou hast not forgot her. Thou'rt not like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, ... | Hard Times |
"I ha' not forgot you, ledy." | Stephen Blackpool | after a few moments' silence.<|quote|>"I ha' not forgot you, ledy."</|quote|>"Yes, Stephen, I have heard | "You ha' heard?" he said, after a few moments' silence.<|quote|>"I ha' not forgot you, ledy."</|quote|>"Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is | toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln." Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her. "You ha' heard?" he said, after a few moments' silence.<|quote|>"I ha' not forgot you, ledy."</|quote|>"Yes, Steph... | oothers was t' me. But in our judgments, like as in our doins, we mun bear and forbear. In my pain an' trouble, lookin up yonder, wi' it shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't... | mind. I ha' look'n at 't and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen that what the yoong ledy sen and done to me, and what ... | like to forget her now, and me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an' awlung o' working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a mu... | its iron deliverance, and laid upon the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking ... | own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!" Following his eyes, she saw that he was gazing at a star. [Picture: Stephen Blackpool ... | Hard Times |
"Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is mine." | Louisa Bounderby | ha' not forgot you, ledy."<|quote|>"Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is mine."</|quote|>"You ha' a father. Will | a few moments' silence. "I ha' not forgot you, ledy."<|quote|>"Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is mine."</|quote|>"You ha' a father. Will yo tak' a message to | unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln." Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her. "You ha' heard?" he said, after a few moments' silence. "I ha' not forgot you, ledy."<|quote|>"Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is m... | our judgments, like as in our doins, we mun bear and forbear. In my pain an' trouble, lookin up yonder, wi' it shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln." Louisa... | and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen that what the yoong ledy sen and done to me, and what her brother sen and done ... | me so nigh her. Thou know'st poor, patient, suff'rin, dear how thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an' awlung o' working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a muddle!" Louisa approached him... | the bed of straw. At first, none but the surgeon went close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right... | and thowt o' thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen that what the yoong ledy sen and done to me, and what her brother sen and done ... | Hard Times |
"You ha' a father. Will yo tak' a message to him?" | Stephen Blackpool | And your prayer is mine."<|quote|>"You ha' a father. Will yo tak' a message to him?"</|quote|>"He is here," said Louisa, | Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is mine."<|quote|>"You ha' a father. Will yo tak' a message to him?"</|quote|>"He is here," said Louisa, with dread. "Shall I bring | own weak seln." Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her. "You ha' heard?" he said, after a few moments' silence. "I ha' not forgot you, ledy." "Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is mine."<|quote|>"You ha' a father. Will yo tak' a message to him?... | forbear. In my pain an' trouble, lookin up yonder, wi' it shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln." Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite ... | have cleared awa, above a bit, I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen that what the yoong ledy sen and done to me, and what her brother sen and done to me, was one, and that there were a wicked plot betwi... | thou didst work for her, seet'n all day long in her little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an' awlung o' working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a muddle!" Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to th... | close to it. He did what he could in its adjustment on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garmen... | muddle among ourseln, I should'n ha' been, by my own fellow weavers and workin' brothers, so mistook. If Mr. Bounderby had ever know'd me right if he'd ever know'd me at aw he would'n ha' took'n offence wi' me. He would'n ha' suspect'n me. But look up yonder, Rachael! Look aboove!" Following his eyes, she saw that he w... | Hard Times |
"He is here," | Louisa Bounderby | tak' a message to him?"<|quote|>"He is here,"</|quote|>said Louisa, with dread. "Shall | ha' a father. Will yo tak' a message to him?"<|quote|>"He is here,"</|quote|>said Louisa, with dread. "Shall I bring him to you?" | on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her. "You ha' heard?" he said, after a few moments' silence. "I ha' not forgot you, ledy." "Yes, Stephen, I have heard you. And your prayer is mine." "You ha' a father. Will yo tak' a message to him?"<|quote|>"He is here,"</|quote|>said Louisa, with dread. "Shall I ... | shinin on me I ha' seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin prayer that aw th' world may on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in o' one another, than when I were in 't my own weak seln." Louisa hearing what he said, bent over him on the opposite side to Rachael, so that he could see her. "You ha' heard?... | been wantin' in unnerstan'in me better, I, too, ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in them better. When I got thy letter, I easily believen that what the yoong ledy sen and done to me, and what her brother sen and done to me, was one, and that there were a wicked plot betwixt 'em. When I fell, I were in anger wi' her, an' h... | little chair at thy winder, and how she died, young and misshapen, awlung o' sickly air as had'n no need to be, an' awlung o' working people's miserable homes. A muddle! Aw a muddle!" Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky. "If aw th' things that tooches us, my d... | on the couch, but the best that he could do was to cover it. That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy. And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand. They ... | and hundreds o' men's lives fathers, sons, brothers, dear to thousands an' thousands, an' keeping 'em fro' want and hunger. I ha' fell into a pit that ha' been wi' th' Firedamp crueller than battle. I ha' read on 't in the public petition, as onny one may read, fro' the men that works in pits, in which they ha' pray'n ... | Hard Times |
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