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asked the father. | No speaker | sat. "How was this done?"<|quote|>asked the father.</|quote|>"How was what done?" moodily | limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?"<|quote|>asked the father.</|quote|>"How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," | sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?"<|quote|>asked the father.</|quote|>"How was wh... | never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to th... | and the strangeness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him... | one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at... | may conthider thith to be Mith Thquire." "This is his sister. Yes." "And t'other on'th daughter. That'h what I mean. Hope I thee you well, mith. And I hope the Thquire'th well?" "My father will be here soon," said Louisa, anxious to bring him to the point. "Is my brother safe?" "Thafe and thound!" he replied. "I want y... | approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all three went in; and Mr. Gradgrind sat down forlorn, on the Clown's performing chair in the middle of the ring. On one of the back benches,... | Hard Times |
"How was what done?" | Young Thomas | this done?" asked the father.<|quote|>"How was what done?"</|quote|>moodily answered the son. "This | his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father.<|quote|>"How was what done?"</|quote|>moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising | be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father.<|quote|>"How was what done?"</|quote|>moodily ... | any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of... | of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of ... | knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, t... | to be Mith Thquire." "This is his sister. Yes." "And t'other on'th daughter. That'h what I mean. Hope I thee you well, mith. And I hope the Thquire'th well?" "My father will be here soon," said Louisa, anxious to bring him to the point. "Is my brother safe?" "Thafe and thound!" he replied. "I want you jutht to take a p... | afternoon. Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a l... | Hard Times |
moodily answered the son. | No speaker | father. "How was what done?"<|quote|>moodily answered the son.</|quote|>"This robbery," said the father, | was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?"<|quote|>moodily answered the son.</|quote|>"This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the | the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?"<|quote|>moodily answered the son.</|quote|>"This... | believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he ... | the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, m... | sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, to North or South A... | "This is his sister. Yes." "And t'other on'th daughter. That'h what I mean. Hope I thee you well, mith. And I hope the Thquire'th well?" "My father will be here soon," said Louisa, anxious to bring him to the point. "Is my brother safe?" "Thafe and thound!" he replied. "I want you jutht to take a peep at the Ring, mith... | He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him... | Hard Times |
"This robbery," | Thomas Gradgrind | done?" moodily answered the son.<|quote|>"This robbery,"</|quote|>said the father, raising his | the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son.<|quote|>"This robbery,"</|quote|>said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I | for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son.<|quote|>"This robbery,"</|quote|>said the fath... | measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came... | to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes;... | of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, to North or South America, or any distant part of the ... | Yes." "And t'other on'th daughter. That'h what I mean. Hope I thee you well, mith. And I hope the Thquire'th well?" "My father will be here soon," said Louisa, anxious to bring him to the point. "Is my brother safe?" "Thafe and thound!" he replied. "I want you jutht to take a peep at the Ring, mith, through here. Theth... | exclamation, partly of distress, partly of satisfaction. "Ith a fact," said Sleary, "and even knowin' it, you couldn't put your finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or... | Hard Times |
said the father, raising his voice upon the word. | No speaker | answered the son. "This robbery,"<|quote|>said the father, raising his voice upon the word.</|quote|>"I forced the safe myself | "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery,"<|quote|>said the father, raising his voice upon the word.</|quote|>"I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it | he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery,"<|quote|>said the father, raising his voic... | though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by ... | last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with s... | his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, to North or South America, or any distant part of the world to wh... | t'other on'th daughter. That'h what I mean. Hope I thee you well, mith. And I hope the Thquire'th well?" "My father will be here soon," said Louisa, anxious to bring him to the point. "Is my brother safe?" "Thafe and thound!" he replied. "I want you jutht to take a peep at the Ring, mith, through here. Thethilia, you k... | the most speedily and privately dispatched. This done, they walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal th... | Hard Times |
"I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all ab... | Thomas Gradgrind | his voice upon the word.<|quote|>"I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, ... | robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word.<|quote|>"I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended t... | until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word.<|quote|>"I forced the safe myself over night... | had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the ... | son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and he... | neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, to North or South America, or any distant part of the world to which he could be the most speedily and privately ... | thee you well, mith. And I hope the Thquire'th well?" "My father will be here soon," said Louisa, anxious to bring him to the point. "Is my brother safe?" "Thafe and thound!" he replied. "I want you jutht to take a peep at the Ring, mith, through here. Thethilia, you know the dodgeth; find a thpy-hole for yourthelf." T... | an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could t... | Hard Times |
"If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," | Thomas Gradgrind | you know all about it."<|quote|>"If a thunderbolt had fallen on me,"</|quote|>said the father, "it would | night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it."<|quote|>"If a thunderbolt had fallen on me,"</|quote|>said the father, "it would have shocked me less than | had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it."<|quote|>"If a thunderbolt had fallen on me,"</|quote|>said the father, ... | its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. ... | ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at le... | Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they pass... | "That'h Jack the Giant Killer piethe of comic infant bithnith," said Sleary. "There'th a property-houthe, you thee, for Jack to hide in; there'th my Clown with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit, for Jack'th thervant; there'th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid thoot of armour; there'th two comic black thervanth twithe ath ... | here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf after the performanth, and you thall find your brother, and have the whole plathe to talk to him in. Never mind the lookth of him, ath long ath he'th well hid." Louisa, with many thanks and with a lightened load, detained Mr. Sleary no longer then. She left her love fo... | Hard Times |
said the father, | No speaker | thunderbolt had fallen on me,"<|quote|>said the father,</|quote|>"it would have shocked me | all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me,"<|quote|>said the father,</|quote|>"it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't | made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me,"<|quote|>said the father,</|quote|>"it would have shocked me less t... | "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it mig... | comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made c... | by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me... | comic infant bithnith," said Sleary. "There'th a property-houthe, you thee, for Jack to hide in; there'th my Clown with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit, for Jack'th thervant; there'th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid thoot of armour; there'th two comic black thervanth twithe ath big ath the houthe, to thtand by it and ... | about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious ... | Hard Times |
"it would have shocked me less than this!" | Thomas Gradgrind | on me," said the father,<|quote|>"it would have shocked me less than this!"</|quote|>"I don't see why," grumbled | "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father,<|quote|>"it would have shocked me less than this!"</|quote|>"I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people | I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father,<|quote|>"it would have shocked me less than this!"</|quote|>"I don'... | done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed... | Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yield... | but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn'... | said Sleary. "There'th a property-houthe, you thee, for Jack to hide in; there'th my Clown with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit, for Jack'th thervant; there'th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid thoot of armour; there'th two comic black thervanth twithe ath big ath the houthe, to thtand by it and to bring it in and clear... | bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all three went in; and Mr. Gradgrind sat... | Hard Times |
"I don't see why," | Young Thomas | shocked me less than this!"<|quote|>"I don't see why,"</|quote|>grumbled the son. "So many | the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!"<|quote|>"I don't see why,"</|quote|>grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations | be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!"<|quote|>"I don't see why,"</|quote|>grumbled the son. "So many pe... | moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money al... | believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he ... | After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery... | Jack to hide in; there'th my Clown with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit, for Jack'th thervant; there'th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid thoot of armour; there'th two comic black thervanth twithe ath big ath the houthe, to thtand by it and to bring it in and clear it; and the Giant (a very ecthpenthive bathket one), he... | of the world to which he could be the most speedily and privately dispatched. This done, they walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smok... | Hard Times |
grumbled the son. | No speaker | this!" "I don't see why,"<|quote|>grumbled the son.</|quote|>"So many people are employed | have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why,"<|quote|>grumbled the son.</|quote|>"So many people are employed in situations of trust; so | been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why,"<|quote|>grumbled the son.</|quote|>"So many people are employed in... | "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to ... | measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came... | long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all three... | there'th my Clown with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit, for Jack'th thervant; there'th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid thoot of armour; there'th two comic black thervanth twithe ath big ath the houthe, to thtand by it and to bring it in and clear it; and the Giant (a very ecthpenthive bathket one), he an't on yet. Now... | Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all three went in; and Mr. Gr... | Hard Times |
"So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" | Young Thomas | see why," grumbled the son.<|quote|>"So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!"</|quote|>The father buried... | less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son.<|quote|>"So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!"<... | didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son.<|quote|>"So many people are employed in situations of trust; ... | the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away e... | it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, ... | saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all three went in; and Mr... | with a thauthepan-lid and a thpit, for Jack'th thervant; there'th little Jack himthelf in a thplendid thoot of armour; there'th two comic black thervanth twithe ath big ath the houthe, to thtand by it and to bring it in and clear it; and the Giant (a very ecthpenthive bathket one), he an't on yet. Now, do you thee 'em ... | any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, to North or South America, or any distant part of the world to which he could be the most speedily and privately dispatched. This done, they walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vaca... | Hard Times |
The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards hi... | No speaker | such things, father. Comfort yourself!"<|quote|>The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites o... | You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!"<|quote|>The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time ... | grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!"<|quote|>The father buried his face in his ha... | been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of tr... | for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his v... | thon having a comic livery on." They all three went in; and Mr. Gradgrind sat down forlorn, on the Clown's performing chair in the middle of the ring. On one of the back benches, remote in the subdued light and the strangeness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his... | ecthpenthive bathket one), he an't on yet. Now, do you thee 'em all?" "Yes," they both said. "Look at 'em again," said Sleary, "look at 'em well. You thee em all? Very good. Now, mith;" he put a form for them to sit on; "I have my opinionth, and the Thquire your father hath hith. I don't want to know what your brother'... | and Mr. Gradgrind sat down forlorn, on the Clown's performing chair in the middle of the ring. On one of the back benches, remote in the subdued light and the strangeness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuff... | Hard Times |
"You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." | Thomas Gradgrind | upon it was so thick.<|quote|>"You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad."</|quote|>"I suppose I must. I | life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick.<|quote|>"You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad."</|quote|>"I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," | the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick.<|quote|>"You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad... | times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The e... | had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocke... | an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and heat had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculous... | hath thtood by Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. Your brother ith one them black thervanth." Louisa uttered an exclamation, partly of distress, partly of satisfaction. "Ith a fact," said Sleary, "and even knowin' it, you couldn't put your finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here afte... | be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If... | Hard Times |
"I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," | Young Thomas | to Liverpool, and sent abroad."<|quote|>"I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere,"</|quote|>whimpered the whelp, "than I | thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad."<|quote|>"I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere,"</|quote|>whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since | closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad."<|quote|>"I suppose I must. I can't be more misera... | help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from ti... | I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumb... | cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and heat had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind ne... | Thquire. Your brother ith one them black thervanth." Louisa uttered an exclamation, partly of distress, partly of satisfaction. "Ith a fact," said Sleary, "and even knowin' it, you couldn't put your finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet w... | if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How wa... | Hard Times |
whimpered the whelp, | No speaker | can't be more miserable anywhere,"<|quote|>whimpered the whelp,</|quote|>"than I have been here, | "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere,"<|quote|>whimpered the whelp,</|quote|>"than I have been here, ever since I can remember. | whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere,"<|quote|>whimpered the whelp,</|quote|>"tha... | Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and imp... | to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situatio... | material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and heat had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and me... | an exclamation, partly of distress, partly of satisfaction. "Ith a fact," said Sleary, "and even knowin' it, you couldn't put your finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth,... | This done, they walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thqu... | Hard Times |
"than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." | Young Thomas | miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp,<|quote|>"than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing."</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind went to the | must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp,<|quote|>"than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing."</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, | eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp,<|quote|>"than I have been here, eve... | father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his fa... | used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; ... | full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and heat had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it w... | of distress, partly of satisfaction. "Ith a fact," said Sleary, "and even knowin' it, you couldn't put your finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf... | word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? | No speaker | can remember. That's one thing."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away?</|quote|>"Why, I've been thinking of | been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away?</|quote|>"Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth | his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and r... | disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any lif... | my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have hear... | had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the ... | it, you couldn't put your finger on him. Let the Thquire come. I thall keep your brother here after the performanth. I thant undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf after the performanth, and you thall find your brother, and have the whole plathe... | waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutat... | Hard Times |
"Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." | Mr. Sleary | get this deplorable object away?<|quote|>"Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool."... | submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away?<|quote|>"Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train wil... | abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away?<|quote|>"Why, I've been thinkin... | fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable... | father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, f... | Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called y... | undreth him, nor yet wath hith paint off. Let the Thquire come here after the performanth, or come here yourthelf after the performanth, and you thall find your brother, and have the whole plathe to talk to him in. Never mind the lookth of him, ath long ath he'th well hid." Louisa, with many thanks and with a lightened... | an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and heat had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grim... | Hard Times |
"But look at him," | Thomas Gradgrind | take him right to Liverpool."<|quote|>"But look at him,"</|quote|>groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any | mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool."<|quote|>"But look at him,"</|quote|>groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that | thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool."<|quote|>"But look at him,"</|quote|>groaned Mr. Gradgrin... | I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th n... | You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time,... | made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered... | many thanks and with a lightened load, detained Mr. Sleary no longer then. She left her love for her brother, with her eyes full of tears; and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon. Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Slea... | sat down forlorn, on the Clown's performing chair in the middle of the ring. On one of the back benches, remote in the subdued light and the strangeness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exagge... | Hard Times |
groaned Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | Liverpool." "But look at him,"<|quote|>groaned Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Will any coach" "I don't | will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him,"<|quote|>groaned Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go | There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him,"<|quote|>groaned Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"Will any coach" "I do... | be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to ... | with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of h... | yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This rob... | a lightened load, detained Mr. Sleary no longer then. She left her love for her brother, with her eyes full of tears; and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon. Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of g... | was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be... | Hard Times |
"Will any coach" | Thomas Gradgrind | at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Will any coach"</|quote|>"I don't mean that he | right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Will any coach"</|quote|>"I don't mean that he thould go in the comic | time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"Will any coach"</|quote|>"I don't mean that he t... | anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you mut... | father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly... | entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the f... | detained Mr. Sleary no longer then. She left her love for her brother, with her eyes full of tears; and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon. Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgrac... | heat had started through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first... | Hard Times |
"I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," | Mr. Sleary | Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach"<|quote|>"I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery,"</|quote|>said Sleary. "Thay the word, | "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach"<|quote|>"I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery,"</|quote|>said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin | tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach"<|quote|>"I don't mean that he thould go in the comic li... | whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith ov... | The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards hi... | for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his v... | no longer then. She left her love for her brother, with her eyes full of tears; and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon. Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool ... | went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it ... | Hard Times |
said Sleary. | No speaker | go in the comic livery,"<|quote|>said Sleary.</|quote|>"Thay the word, and I'll | don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery,"<|quote|>said Sleary.</|quote|>"Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, | to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery,"<|quote|>said Sleary.</|quote|>"Thay the word, and I'll... | That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an ... | stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that s... | until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and sh... | her eyes full of tears; and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon. Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his compa... | in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his fath... | Hard Times |
"Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." | Mr. Sleary | the comic livery," said Sleary.<|quote|>"Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes."</|quote|>"I don't understand," said Mr. | that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary.<|quote|>"Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes."</|quote|>"I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. | rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary.<|quote|>"Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin ... | thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that ... | his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any... | stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ... | full of tears; and she and Sissy went away until later in the afternoon. Mr. Gradgrind arrived within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion with... | I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of i... | Hard Times |
"I don't understand," | Thomas Gradgrind | the wardrobe, in five minutes."<|quote|>"I don't understand,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin | Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes."<|quote|>"I don't understand,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your | mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes."<|quote|>"I don't understand,"</|quote|>said Mr. G... | How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." ... | hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppos... | from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped i... | within an hour afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he ... | coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with seams in his black face, where fear and heat had started through ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | five minutes." "I don't understand,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"A Jothkin a Carter. Make | out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. | train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"A Joth... | this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look a... | monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I... | father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning,... | afterwards. He too had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, be... | not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, wi... | Hard Times |
"A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." | Mr. Sleary | don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor."</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. | wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor."</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from | him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"A Jothkin a Carter. Make up you... | away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gra... | was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miser... | was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be... | had encountered no one whom he knew; and was now sanguine with Sleary's assistance, of getting his disgraced son to Liverpool in the night. As neither of the three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to shi... | any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entreaties of Sissy for Louisa he disowned altogether he came down, bench by bench, until he stood in the sawdust, on the verge of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was w... | Hard Times |
Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. | No speaker | ever clean a comic blackamoor."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again.</|quote|>"Now," said Sleary, "come a... | with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again.</|quote... | the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; ... | There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of... | his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned ... | safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a... | three could be his companion without almost identifying him under any disguise, he prepared a letter to a correspondent whom he could trust, beseeching him to ship the bearer off at any cost, to North or South America, or any distant part of the world to which he could be the most speedily and privately dispatched. Thi... | How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in;... | Hard Times |
"Now," | Mr. Sleary | and washed him white again.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quote|>said Sleary, "come along to | Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quote|>said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up | nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quo... | thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic bl... | here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the r... | the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out ... | part of the world to which he could be the most speedily and privately dispatched. This done, they walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door,... | could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer, but persisted in remaining up there by himself. Yielding at length, if any concession so sullenly made can be called yielding, to the entr... | Hard Times |
said Sleary, | No speaker | washed him white again. "Now,"<|quote|>said Sleary,</|quote|>"come along to the coath, | Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now,"<|quote|>said Sleary,</|quote|>"come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll | but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now,"<|quote|>said Sleary,<... | go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoo... | ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. T... | money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of s... | of the world to which he could be the most speedily and privately dispatched. This done, they walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smok... | parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and ... | Hard Times |
"come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." | Mr. Sleary | white again. "Now," said Sleary,<|quote|>"come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word."</|quote|>With which he delicately retired. | brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary,<|quote|>"come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word."</|quote|>With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said | ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary,<|quote|>"come alo... | the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr... | I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a c... | at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, wi... | world to which he could be the most speedily and privately dispatched. This done, they walked about, waiting for the Circus to be quite vacated; not only by the audience, but by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as... | of the circle, as far as possible, within its limits from where his father sat. "How was this done?" asked the father. "How was what done?" moodily answered the son. "This robbery," said the father, raising his voice upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had ... | Hard Times |
With which he delicately retired. | No speaker | family, and tharp'th the word."<|quote|>With which he delicately retired.</|quote|>"Here is your letter," said | people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word."<|quote|>With which he delicately retired.</|quote|>"Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means | clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word."<|quote|>With which he delicately reti... | Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of ... | been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any... | would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfo... | by the company and by the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mi... | with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "... | Hard Times |
"Here is your letter," | Thomas Gradgrind | With which he delicately retired.<|quote|>"Here is your letter,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary | family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired.<|quote|>"Here is your letter,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for | baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired.<|quote|>"Here is your letter,"... | quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly ... | There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he ... | than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father bu... | the horses. After watching it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a ... | whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been her... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | retired. "Here is your letter,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"All necessary means will be | word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by | brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quo... | beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him... | to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic ... | see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his ... | it a long time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all ... | thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You h... | Hard Times |
"All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" | Thomas Gradgrind | your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!"</|quote|>The culprit was move... | he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do... | washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"All necessary means wi... | I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. ... | you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said ... | the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son ... | time, they saw Mr. Sleary bring out a chair and sit down by the side-door, smoking; as if that were his signal that they might approach. "Your thervant, Thquire," was his cautious salutation as they passed in. "If you want me you'll find me here. You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all three went... | key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me les... | Hard Times |
The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. | No speaker | forgive you as I do!"<|quote|>The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh.</|quote|>"Not you. I don't want | poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!"<|quote|>The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh.</|quote|>"Not you. I don't want to have anything to say | your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!"<|quote|>The culprit was moved to a fe... | Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind... | Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met ... | things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes re... | You muthn't mind your thon having a comic livery on." They all three went in; and Mr. Gradgrind sat down forlorn, on the Clown's performing chair in the middle of the ring. On one of the back benches, remote in the subdued light and the strangeness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had ... | many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, ... | Hard Times |
"Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" | Young Thomas | arms, he repulsed her afresh.<|quote|>"Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!"</|quote|>"O Tom, Tom, do we | But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh.<|quote|>"Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!"</|quote|>"O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my | and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh.<|quote|>"Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you... | and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dread... | him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a s... | black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must ... | in the middle of the ring. On one of the back benches, remote in the subdued light and the strangeness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense wais... | get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to cath the mail train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But lo... | Hard Times |
"O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" | Louisa Bounderby | anything to say to you!"<|quote|>"O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!"</|quote|>"After all your love!" he | I don't want to have anything to say to you!"<|quote|>"O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!"</|quote|>"After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving | hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!"<|quote|>"O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!"</|quote|>"Afte... | family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor b... | Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed... | The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't b... | remote in the subdued light and the strangeness of the place, sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked h... | coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer... | Hard Times |
"After all your love!" | Young Thomas | so, after all my love!"<|quote|>"After all your love!"</|quote|>he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! | Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!"<|quote|>"After all your love!"</|quote|>he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, | do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!"<|quote|>"After all your love!"</|quote|>he returned, obdurately. "Pret... | is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abj... | Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought... | he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I... | sat the villainous whelp, sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse materia... | mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rap... | Hard Times |
he returned, obdurately. | No speaker | love!" "After all your love!"<|quote|>he returned, obdurately.</|quote|>"Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby | end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!"<|quote|>he returned, obdurately.</|quote|>"Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my | moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!"<|quote|>he returned, obdurately.</|quote|>"Pretty love! Leaving old ... | Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these wor... | to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him whit... | of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever... | sulky to the last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of ... | upon the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now ... | Hard Times |
"Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given m... | Young Thomas | your love!" he returned, obdurately.<|quote|>"Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me.... | all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately.<|quote|>"Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the ne... | few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately.<|quote|>"Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself... | necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their patheti... | never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now,... | restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can... | last, whom he had the misery to call his son. In a preposterous coat, like a beadle's, with cuffs and flaps exaggerated to an unspeakable extent; in an immense waistcoat, knee-breeches, buckled shoes, and a mad cocked hat; with nothing fitting him, and everything of coarse material, moth-eaten and full of holes; with s... | sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking o... | Hard Times |
"Tharp'th the word!" | Mr. Sleary | You never cared for me."<|quote|>"Tharp'th the word!"</|quote|>said Sleary, at the door. | have regularly given me up. You never cared for me."<|quote|>"Tharp'th the word!"</|quote|>said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: | off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me."<|quote|>"Tharp'th the word!"</|quote|>said Sleary, at the ... | her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the gre... | behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action y... | went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, '... | through the greasy composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would ... | rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one... | Hard Times |
said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his... | No speaker | for me." "Tharp'th the word!"<|quote|>said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sis... | me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!"<|quote|>said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them... | home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!"<|quote|>said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedl... | repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger.... | with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committe... | door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth or no. Ith over twenty mileth to the rail. There'th a coath in half an hour, that goeth _to_ the rail, 'purpothe to ... | composition daubed all over it; anything so grimly, detestably, ridiculously shameful as the whelp in his comic livery, Mr. Gradgrind never could by any other means have believed in, weighable and measurable fact though it was. And one of his model children had come to this! At first the whelp would not draw any nearer... | all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can... | Hard Times |
"I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," | Bitzer | had run them down before.<|quote|>"I'm sorry to interfere with your plans,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, shaking his head, | now long ago, when he had run them down before.<|quote|>"I'm sorry to interfere with your plans,"</|quote|>said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself | quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before.<|quote|>"I'm sorry to interfere with your plans... | these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face ... | and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the wor... | ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath... | the word. "I forced the safe myself over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you k... | parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and ... | Hard Times |
said Bitzer, shaking his head, | No speaker | to interfere with your plans,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, shaking his head,</|quote|>"but I can't allow myself | them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, shaking his head,</|quote|>"but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. | ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans,"<|quote|>said Bitzer, shaking his head,</|quote|>"but I ca... | some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he r... | off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all co... | rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, ... | over night, and shut it up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt... | "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable obje... | Hard Times |
"but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" | Bitzer | said Bitzer, shaking his head,<|quote|>"but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!"</|quote|>By the collar, too, it | to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head,<|quote|>"but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!"</|quote|>By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took | himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head,<|quote|>"but I can't allow myself to be done ... | Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white hea... | when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa... | turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my p... | up ajar before I went away. I had had the key that was found, made long before. I dropped it that morning, that it might be supposed to have been used. I didn't take the money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said... | But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home ju... | Hard Times |
By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. | No speaker | and I must have him!"<|quote|>By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the d... | is in a smock frock, and I must have him!"<|quote|>By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old... | them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!"<|quote|>By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took po... | his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere wit... | have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran... | said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repen... | money all at once. I pretended to put my balance away every night, but I didn't. Now you know all about it." "If a thunderbolt had fallen on me," said the father, "it would have shocked me less than this!" "I don't see why," grumbled the son. "So many people are employed in situations of trust; so many people, out of s... | in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, an... | Hard Times |
"Bitzer," | Thomas Gradgrind | the darkness of the twilight.<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, | at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight.<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, | it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight.<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote... | sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII P... | her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more c... | by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repu... | of trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw... | go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a Carter. Make up your mind quick, Thquire. There'll be beer to feth. I've never met with nothing but beer ath'll ever clean a comic blackamoo... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, | No speaker | darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him,</|quote|>"have you a heart?" "The | his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him,</|quote|>"have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling | seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mr. G... | to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSO... | last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colou... | repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulse... | trust; so many people, out of so many, will be dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: h... | "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Co... | Hard Times |
"have you a heart?" | Thomas Gradgrind | and miserably submissive to him,<|quote|>"have you a heart?"</|quote|>"The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, | said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him,<|quote|>"have you a heart?"</|quote|>"The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of | PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him,<|quote|>... | "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door... | Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white hea... | committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to ... | dishonest. I have heard you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away insid... | one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils dis... | Hard Times |
"The circulation, sir," | Bitzer | him, "have you a heart?"<|quote|>"The circulation, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, smiling at the | down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?"<|quote|>"The circulation, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't | into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?"<|quote|>"The circ... | myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders ... | who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran ... | consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end... | you talk, a hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hand... | train. That train will take him right to Liverpool." "But look at him," groaned Mr. Gradgrind. "Will any coach" "I don't mean that he thould go in the comic livery," said Sleary. "Thay the word, and I'll make a Jothkin of him, out of the wardrobe, in five minutes." "I don't understand," said Mr. Gradgrind. "A Jothkin a... | Hard Times |
returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, | No speaker | a heart?" "The circulation, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question,</|quote|>"couldn't be carried on without | submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question,</|quote|>"couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted | Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir,"<|quote|>r... | done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, ... | before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves int... | it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love... | hundred times, of its being a law. How can _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monke... | essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word."... | Hard Times |
"couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." | Bitzer | the oddity of the question,<|quote|>"couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart."</|quote|>"Is it accessible," cried Mr. | sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question,<|quote|>"couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart."</|quote|>"Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influe... | still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question,<|quote|>"... | he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar... | shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving... | boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, ... | _I_ help laws? You have comforted others with such things, father. Comfort yourself!" The father buried his face in his hands, and the son stood in his disgraceful grotesqueness, biting straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and fro... | repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulse... | Hard Times |
"Is it accessible," | Thomas Gradgrind | that I have a heart."<|quote|>"Is it accessible,"</|quote|>cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any | of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart."<|quote|>"Is it accessible,"</|quote|>cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible | miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart."<|quote|>"Is it acce... | of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submis... | as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be ... | arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greates... | straw: his hands, with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon ... | may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obduratel... | Hard Times |
cried Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | a heart." "Is it accessible,"<|quote|>cried Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"to any compassionate influence?" "It | can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible,"<|quote|>cried Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," | him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible,"<|quote|>cried Mr. Gradg... | VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "ha... | ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by h... | her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty l... | with the black partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "... | at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet c... | Hard Times |
"to any compassionate influence?" | Thomas Gradgrind | it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"to any compassionate influence?"</|quote|>"It is accessible to Reason, | I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"to any compassionate influence?"</|quote|>"It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young | a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"to any c... | went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The ci... | a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I mu... | you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming ... | partly worn away inside, looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got... | do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving ... | Hard Times |
"It is accessible to Reason, sir," | Bitzer | Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?"<|quote|>"It is accessible to Reason, sir,"</|quote|>returned the excellent young man. | "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?"<|quote|>"It is accessible to Reason, sir,"</|quote|>returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They | sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?"<|quote|>"It... | booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," re... | other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. T... | to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every wor... | looking like the hands of a monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent a... | culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bound... | Hard Times |
returned the excellent young man. | No speaker | is accessible to Reason, sir,"<|quote|>returned the excellent young man.</|quote|>"And to nothing else." They | "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir,"<|quote|>returned the excellent young man.</|quote|>"And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; | oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir,"<|quote|>return... | keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddit... | glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse... | you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to ... | monkey. The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I... | "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both... | Hard Times |
"And to nothing else." | Bitzer | returned the excellent young man.<|quote|>"And to nothing else."</|quote|>They stood looking at each | is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man.<|quote|>"And to nothing else."</|quote|>They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as | be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man.<|quote|>"And t... | holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be ca... | and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock... | we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you s... | closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anyw... | out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, an... | Hard Times |
They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. | No speaker | man. "And to nothing else."<|quote|>They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's.</|quote|>"What motive even what motive | sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else."<|quote|>They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's.</|quote|>"What motive even what motive in reason can you have | one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else."<|quote|>They ... | by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, ... | he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must ... | all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was ga... | time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the ... | Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white hea... | Hard Times |
"What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," | Thomas Gradgrind | as white as the pursuer's.<|quote|>"What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing | each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's.<|quote|>"What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his | circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's.<|quote|>"What... | darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circ... | them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession... | Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for ... | his father. They were the only parts of his face that showed any life or expression, the pigment upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. G... | felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | escape of this wretched youth,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"and crushing his miserable father? | you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity | any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth,"<|quote|>said... | heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassiona... | allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intr... | in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to ... | upon it was so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to ge... | and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other ... | Hard Times |
"and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" | Thomas Gradgrind | wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!"</|quote|>"Sir," returned Bitzer, in a | preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!"</|quote|>"Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, | "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"and crushing ... | sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is acce... | be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitze... | danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she for... | so thick. "You must be got to Liverpool, and sent abroad." "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplo... | But, when Louisa opened her arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home ju... | Hard Times |
"Sir," | Bitzer | his sister here. Pity us!"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, in a very | crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since | "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!"<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>... | be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothin... | mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, s... | having gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sor... | "I suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire.... | Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, wh... | Hard Times |
returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, | No speaker | sister here. Pity us!" "Sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner,</|quote|>"since you ask me what | his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner,</|quote|>"since you ask me what motive I have in reason, | to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitze... | carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing e... | be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in ... | gone to that place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to h... | suppose I must. I can't be more miserable anywhere," whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. Th... | the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to thin... | Hard Times |
"since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made th... | Bitzer | very business-like and logical manner,<|quote|>"since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kep... | "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner,<|quote|>"since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, fo... | Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner,<|quote|>"sinc... | the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind... | a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron throug... | was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of the... | whimpered the whelp, "than I have been here, ever since I can remember. That's one thing." Mr. Gradgrind went to the door, and returned with Sleary, to whom he submitted the question, How to get this deplorable object away? "Why, I've been thinking of it, Thquire. There'th not muth time to lothe, tho you muth thay yeth... | must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paraly... | Hard Times |
"If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" | Thomas Gradgrind | and will do me good."<|quote|>"If this is solely a question of self-interest with you"</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg | be a rise to me, and will do me good."<|quote|>"If this is solely a question of self-interest with you"</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, | to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good."<|quote|>"If this is solely a question of self-interest with you"</|quo... | them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. B... | reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it ... | interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHI... | comic blackamoor." Mr. Gradgrind rapidly assented; Mr. Sleary rapidly turned out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up... | and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Gradgrind began. | No speaker | question of self-interest with you"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind began.</|quote|>"I beg your pardon for | "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind began.</|quote|>"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; | Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind began.</|quote|>"I beg your pardon for i... | besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bo... | wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected y... | I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to k... | out from a box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. ... | oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the e... | Hard Times |
"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," | Bitzer | with you" Mr. Gradgrind began.<|quote|>"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer; "but I am | solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began.<|quote|>"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the | have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began.<|quote|>"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir,"</|qu... | away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then pr... | Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this b... | myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders ... | box, a smock frock, a felt hat, and other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewe... | shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer,... | Hard Times |
returned Bitzer; | No speaker | pardon for interrupting you, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer;</|quote|>"but I am sure you | Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer;</|quote|>"but I am sure you know that the whole social | then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer;</|quote|>"but I am sure you know t... | was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I w... | his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him b... | have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed c... | other essentials; the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the ... | to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and ... | Hard Times |
"but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." | Bitzer | interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer;<|quote|>"but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware."... | "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer;<|quote|>"but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, ... | me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer;<|quote|>"but I am sure you know that the whole social s... | in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to ha... | here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that ... | Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went back into the booth, Sleary shutting the door to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by t... | the whelp rapidly changed clothes behind a screen of baize; Mr. Sleary rapidly brought beer, and washed him white again. "Now," said Sleary, "come along to the coath, and jump up behind; I'll go with you there, and they'll thuppothe you one of my people. Thay farewell to your family, and tharp'th the word." With which ... | Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I ha... | Hard Times |
"What sum of money," | Thomas Gradgrind | sir, as you are aware."<|quote|>"What sum of money,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you | when I was very young, sir, as you are aware."<|quote|>"What sum of money,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" | I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware."<|quote|>"What sum of money,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgr... | to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a ... | I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday m... | Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "... | tharp'th the word." With which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may ... | were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled. For, there was Bitzer, out of breath, his thin lips parted, his thin nostrils distended, his white eyelashes quivering, his colourless face more colourless than ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran them... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | aware." "What sum of money,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"will you set against your | young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," | know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"will you... | situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-in... | eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and f... | paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on wit... | which he delicately retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!"... | to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a ... | Hard Times |
"will you set against your expected promotion?" | Thomas Gradgrind | of money," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"will you set against your expected promotion?"</|quote|>"Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, | you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"will you set against your expected promotion?"</|quote|>"Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; | whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"will you set against your expec... | wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you ... | before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you ... | the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir... | retired. "Here is your letter," said Mr. Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was mov... | Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pl... | Hard Times |
"Thank you, sir," | Bitzer | set against your expected promotion?"<|quote|>"Thank you, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, "for hinting at | said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?"<|quote|>"Thank you, sir,"</|quote|>returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; but I will | self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?"<|quote|>"Thank you, sir,"</|q... | it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's ... | ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr... | at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established ... | Gradgrind. "All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words a... | you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was j... | Hard Times |
returned Bitzer, | No speaker | expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer,</|quote|>"for hinting at the proposal; | "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer,</|quote|>"for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set | must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir,"<|quote|>returned Bitzer,</|quote|>"... | a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-intere... | kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to... | patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey r... | means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. Bu... | each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "... | Hard Times |
"for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank.... | Bitzer | "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer,<|quote|>"for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good f... | set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer,<|quote|>"for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms i... | appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer,<|quote|>"for hinting at the pr... | to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It'... | observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketow... | the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the ... | be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!" The culprit was moved to a few abject tears by these words and their pathetic tone. But, when Lou... | the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the... | Hard Times |
"Bitzer," | Thomas Gradgrind | improved prospects in the Bank."<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out | good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank."<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he | against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank."<|quote|>"Bitzer,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, stretchi... | so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head ... | deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardo... | "Is it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the... | arms, he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greates... | escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I h... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! | No speaker | prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am!</|quote|>"Bitzer, I have but one | for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am!</|quote|>"Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. | it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands ... | constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head wou... | him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for in... | it accessible," cried Mr. Gradgrind, "to any compassionate influence?" "It is accessible to Reason, sir," returned the excellent young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the esc... | he repulsed her afresh. "Not you. I don't want to have anything to say to you!" "O Tom, Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest dang... | There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-rider... | Hard Times |
"Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." | Thomas Gradgrind | See how miserable I am!<|quote|>"Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of t... | though he would have said, See how miserable I am!<|quote|>"Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you t... | mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am!<|quote|>"Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. ... | "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to c... | to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a ... | young man. "And to nothing else." They stood looking at each other; Mr. Gradgrind's face as white as the pursuer's. "What motive even what motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," return... | Tom, do we end so, after all my love!" "After all your love!" he returned, obdurately. "Pretty love! Leaving old Bounderby to himself, and packing my best friend Mr. Harthouse off, and going home just when I was in the greatest danger. Pretty love that! Coming out with every word about our having gone to that place, wh... | his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take youn... | Hard Times |
"I really wonder, sir," | Bitzer | the benefit of that remembrance."<|quote|>"I really wonder, sir,"</|quote|>rejoined the old pupil in | pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance."<|quote|>"I really wonder, sir,"</|quote|>rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find | left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance."<|quote|>"I really wonder, sir,"</|quote|>rejo... | compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! "Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school.... | the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected ... | a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my o... | place, when you saw the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her ... | motive in reason can you have for preventing the escape of this wretched youth," said Mr. Gradgrind, "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Cok... | Hard Times |
rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, | No speaker | remembrance." "I really wonder, sir,"<|quote|>rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner,</|quote|>"to find you taking a | him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir,"<|quote|>rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner,</|quote|>"to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling | You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir,"<|quote|>rejoined the old pupil in an argu... | on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! "Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of t... | is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, ... | logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, bu... | the net was gathering round me. Pretty love that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to thin... | "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as ... | Hard Times |
"to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." | Bitzer | pupil in an argumentative manner,<|quote|>"to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended."</|quote|>It was a fundamental principle | wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner,<|quote|>"to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended."</|quote|>It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that | in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner,<|quote|>"to find you taking ... | as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! "Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you ca... | always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the pro... | I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proof... | that! You have regularly given me up. You never cared for me." "Tharp'th the word!" said Sleary, at the door. They all confusedly went out: Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when so... | "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can ... | Hard Times |
It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from b... | No speaker | came away, the bargain ended."<|quote|>It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every i... | a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended."<|quote|>It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it w... | I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended."<|quote|>It was a fundamental principle of th... | have said, See how miserable I am! "Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit o... | very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculati... | Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pl... | Louisa crying to him that she forgave him, and loved him still, and that he would one day be sorry to have left her so, and glad to think of these her last words, far away: when some one ran against them. Mr. Gradgrind and Sissy, who were both before him while his sister yet clung to his shoulder, stopped and recoiled.... | "and crushing his miserable father? See his sister here. Pity us!" "Sir," returned Bitzer, in a very business-like and logical manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery fro... | Hard Times |
"I don't deny," | Bitzer | we had no business there.<|quote|>"I don't deny,"</|quote|>added Bitzer, "that my schooling | not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there.<|quote|>"I don't deny,"</|quote|>added Bitzer, "that my schooling was cheap. But that comes | and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there.<|quote|>"I don't deny,"</|quote|>added Bitzer, "that my scho... | for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from ... | Bank." "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! "Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your pres... | to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pa... | ever, as if he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself ... | manner, "since you ask me what motive I have in reason, for taking young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have... | Hard Times |
added Bitzer, | No speaker | business there. "I don't deny,"<|quote|>added Bitzer,</|quote|>"that my schooling was cheap. | place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny,"<|quote|>added Bitzer,</|quote|>"that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. | springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny,"<|quote|>added Bitzer,</|quote|>"that my schooling was cheap.... | a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not ... | Mr. Gradgrind, stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! "Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and relea... | over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interr... | he ran himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done b... | to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-inter... | Hard Times |
"that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest." | Bitzer | "I don't deny," added Bitzer,<|quote|>"that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest."</|quote|>He was a little troubled | we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer,<|quote|>"that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest."</|quote|>He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy | it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer,<|quote|>"that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, s... | and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Ever... | stretching out his hands as though he would have said, See how miserable I am! "Bitzer, I have but one chance left to soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I en... | Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting y... | himself into a white heat, when other people ran themselves into a glow. There he stood, panting and heaving, as if he had never stopped since the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse... | the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer," said... | Hard Times |
He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying. | No speaker | of myself in the dearest."<|quote|>He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying.</|quote|>"Pray don't do that," said | market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest."<|quote|>He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying.</|quote|>"Pray don't do that," said he, "it's of no use | we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest."<|quote|>He was a little troubled here, by Louis... | ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a... | were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative ma... | situation, sir, for it will be a rise to me, and will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appea... | the night, now long ago, when he had run them down before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, t... | you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting a... | Hard Times |
"Pray don't do that," | Bitzer | by Louisa and Sissy crying.<|quote|>"Pray don't do that,"</|quote|>said he, "it's of no | was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying.<|quote|>"Pray don't do that,"</|quote|>said he, "it's of no use doing that: it only | politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest." He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying.<|quote|>"Pray don't do that,"</|quo... | help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don... | pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My sc... | will do me good." "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only... | before. "I'm sorry to interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. C... | of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constituted. I was brought up in that catechism when I was very young, sir, as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned... | Hard Times |
said he, | No speaker | crying. "Pray don't do that,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"it's of no use doing | here, by Louisa and Sissy crying. "Pray don't do that,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"it's of no use doing that: it only worries. You | had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest." He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying. "Pray don't do that,"<|quote|>said he,</|quote|>"it's of no use doing... | was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my ... | there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it... | "If this is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so c... | interfere with your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHI... | to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. Tom's situation. And I wish to have his s... | Hard Times |
"it's of no use doing that: it only worries. You seem to think that I have some animosity against young Mr. Tom; whereas I have none at all. I am only going, on the reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him back to Coketown. If he was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you ma... | Bitzer | don't do that," said he,<|quote|>"it's of no use doing that: it only worries. You seem to think that I have some animosity against young Mr. Tom; whereas I have none at all. I am only going, on the reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him back to Coketown. If he was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop th... | Louisa and Sissy crying. "Pray don't do that," said he,<|quote|>"it's of no use doing that: it only worries. You seem to think that I have some animosity against young Mr. Tom; whereas I have none at all. I am only going, on the reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him back to Coketown. If he was to resist, I s... | business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest." He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying. "Pray don't do that," said he,<|quote|>"it's of no use doing that: it only w... | be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my schooli... | can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a barg... | is solely a question of self-interest with you" Mr. Gradgrind began. "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir," returned Bitzer; "but I am sure you know that the whole social system is a question of self-interest. What you must always appeal to, is a person's self-interest. It's your only hold. We are so constitute... | your plans," said Bitzer, shaking his head, "but I can't allow myself to be done by horse-riders. I must have young Mr. Tom; he mustn't be got away by horse-riders; here he is in a smock frock, and I must have him!" By the collar, too, it seemed. For, so he took possession of him. CHAPTER VIII PHILOSOPHICAL THEY went b... | it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his running away, and besides his ... | Hard Times |
Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward. | No speaker | you may depend upon it."<|quote|>Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward.</|quote|>"Thquire, you know perfectly well, | thief! But, he won't resist, you may depend upon it."<|quote|>Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward.</|quote|>"Thquire, you know perfectly well, and your daughter knowth perf... | against young Mr. Tom; whereas I have none at all. I am only going, on the reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him back to Coketown. If he was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you may depend upon it."<|quote|>Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immo... | was made in the cheapest market, and have to dispose of myself in the dearest." He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying. "Pray don't do that," said he, "it's of no use doing that: it only worries. You seem to think that I have some animosity against young Mr. Tom; whereas I have none at all. I am only... | fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to d... | as you are aware." "What sum of money," said Mr. Gradgrind, "will you set against your expected promotion?" "Thank you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; a... | to keep intruders out. Bitzer, still holding the paralysed culprit by the collar, stood in the Ring, blinking at his old patron through the darkness of the twilight. "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the od... | to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that eve... | Hard Times |
"Thquire, you know perfectly well, and your daughter knowth perfectly well (better than you, becauthe I thed it to her), that I didn't know what your thon had done, and that I didn't want to know I thed it wath better not, though I only thought, then, it wath thome thkylarking. However, thith young man having made it k... | Mr. Sleary | profound attention, here stepped forward.<|quote|>"Thquire, you know perfectly well, and your daughter knowth perfectly well (better than you, becauthe I thed it to her), that I didn't know what your thon had done, and that I didn't want to know I thed it wath better not, though I only thought, then, it wath thome thky... | listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward.<|quote|>"Thquire, you know perfectly well, and your daughter knowth perfectly well (better than you, becauthe I thed it to her), that I didn't know what your thon had done, and that I didn't want to know I thed it wath better not, though I only ... | I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you may depend upon it." Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward.<|quote|>"Thquire, you know perfectly well, and yo... | "it's of no use doing that: it only worries. You seem to think that I have some animosity against young Mr. Tom; whereas I have none at all. I am only going, on the reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him back to Coketown. If he was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you ma... | be abolished, and the virtues springing from it were not to be. Every inch of the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my schooli... | set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my improved prospects in the Bank." "Bitzer," said Mr. Gradgrind, stretching ou... | broken down, and miserably submissive to him, "have you a heart?" "The circulation, sir," returned Bitzer, smiling at the oddity of the question, "couldn't be carried on without one. No man, sir, acquainted with the facts established by Harvey relating to the circulation of the blood, can doubt that I have a heart." "I... | soften you. You were many years at my school. If, in remembrance of the pains bestowed upon you there, you can persuade yourself in any degree to disregard your present interest and release my son, I entreat and pray you to give him the benefit of that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an ... | Hard Times |
Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, Sissy glanced at him with great attention; nor did she in her own breast misunderstand him. As they were all going out again, he favoured her with one slight roll of his movable eye,... | No speaker | more, but I'll do that."<|quote|>Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, Sissy glanced at him with great attention; nor did she in her own breast misunderstand him. As they were all going out again, he favoured her with on... | I can't conthent to do more, but I'll do that."<|quote|>Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, Sissy glanced at him with great attention; nor did she in her own breast misunderstand him. As they were all going out again, ... | I take thith young man'th thide, and thay he'th right and there'th no help for it. But I tell you what I'll do, Thquire; I'll drive your thon and thith young man over to the rail, and prevent expothure here. I can't conthent to do more, but I'll do that."<|quote|>Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on... | it wath thome thkylarking. However, thith young man having made it known to be a robbery of a bank, why, that'h a theriouth thing; muth too theriouth a thing for me to compound, ath thith young man hath very properly called it. Conthequently, Thquire, you muthn't quarrel with me if I take thith young man'th thide, and ... | was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you may depend upon it." Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward. "Thquire, you know perfectly well,... | untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give anybody anything, or render anybody help without purchase. Gratitude was to be abolished... | Mr. Tom back to Coketown, it is only reasonable to let you know. I have suspected young Mr. Tom of this bank-robbery from the first. I had had my eye upon him before that time, for I knew his ways. I have kept my observations to myself, but I have made them; and I have got ample proofs against him now, besides his runn... | the reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him back to Coketown. If he was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you may depend upon it." Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with... | Hard Times |
"The Thquire thtood by you, Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. More than that: thith ith a prethiouth rathcal, and belongth to that bluthtering Cove that my people nearly pitht out o' winder. It'll be a dark night; I've got a horthe that'll do anything but thpeak; I've got a pony that'll go fifteen mile an hour... | Mr. Sleary | the door, he said excitedly:<|quote|>"The Thquire thtood by you, Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. More than that: thith ith a prethiouth rathcal, and belongth to that bluthtering Cove that my people nearly pitht out o' winder. It'll be a dark night; I've got a horthe that'll do anything but thpeak; I've got a... | linger behind. As he locked the door, he said excitedly:<|quote|>"The Thquire thtood by you, Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. More than that: thith ith a prethiouth rathcal, and belongth to that bluthtering Cove that my people nearly pitht out o' winder. It'll be a dark night; I've got a horthe that'll do any... | last friend. But, Sissy glanced at him with great attention; nor did she in her own breast misunderstand him. As they were all going out again, he favoured her with one slight roll of his movable eye, desiring her to linger behind. As he locked the door, he said excitedly:<|quote|>"The Thquire thtood by you, Thethilia,... | tell you what I'll do, Thquire; I'll drive your thon and thith young man over to the rail, and prevent expothure here. I can't conthent to do more, but I'll do that." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, Sissy glanced a... | I thed it to her), that I didn't know what your thon had done, and that I didn't want to know I thed it wath better not, though I only thought, then, it wath thome thkylarking. However, thith young man having made it known to be a robbery of a bank, why, that'h a theriouth thing; muth too theriouth a thing for me to co... | the existence of mankind, from birth to death, was to be a bargain across a counter. And if we didn't get to Heaven that way, it was not a politico-economical place, and we had no business there. "I don't deny," added Bitzer, "that my schooling was cheap. But that comes right, sir. I was made in the cheapest market, an... | own confession, which I was just in time to overhear. I had the pleasure of watching your house yesterday morning, and following you here. I am going to take young Mr. Tom back to Coketown, in order to deliver him over to Mr. Bounderby. Sir, I have no doubt whatever that Mr. Bounderby will then promote me to young Mr. ... | the reasonable grounds I have mentioned, to take him back to Coketown. If he was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you may depend upon it." Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with... | Hard Times |
The word was so sharp, that in ten minutes Mr. Childers, sauntering about the market-place in a pair of slippers, had his cue, and Mr. Sleary's equipage was ready. It was a fine sight, to behold the learned dog barking round it, and Mr. Sleary instructing him, with his one practicable eye, that Bitzer was the object of... | No speaker | know him? Tharp'th the word!"<|quote|>The word was so sharp, that in ten minutes Mr. Childers, sauntering about the market-place in a pair of slippers, had his cue, and Mr. Sleary's equipage was ready. It was a fine sight, to behold the learned dog barking round it, and Mr. Sleary instructing him, with his one practica... | till the morning I don't know him? Tharp'th the word!"<|quote|>The word was so sharp, that in ten minutes Mr. Childers, sauntering about the market-place in a pair of slippers, had his cue, and Mr. Sleary's equipage was ready. It was a fine sight, to behold the learned dog barking round it, and Mr. Sleary instructing h... | it'll take him off at a rattling pathe. If my dog leth thith young man thtir a peg on foot, I give him leave to go. And if my horthe ever thtirth from that thpot where he beginth a danthing, till the morning I don't know him? Tharp'th the word!"<|quote|>The word was so sharp, that in ten minutes Mr. Childers, saunterin... | one plathe four-and-twenty hourth. Get a word with the young Thquire. Tell him, when he theeth our horthe begin to danthe, not to be afraid of being thpilt, but to look out for a pony-gig coming up. Tell him, when he theeth that gig clothe by, to jump down, and it'll take him off at a rattling pathe. If my dog leth thi... | all going out again, he favoured her with one slight roll of his movable eye, desiring her to linger behind. As he locked the door, he said excitedly: "The Thquire thtood by you, Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. More than that: thith ith a prethiouth rathcal, and belongth to that bluthtering Cove that my peop... | fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward. "Thquire, you know perfectly well, and your daughter knowth perfectly well (better than you, becauthe I thed it to her), that I didn't know what your thon had done, and that I didn't want to know I thed it wath better not, though ... | you, sir," returned Bitzer, "for hinting at the proposal; but I will not set any sum against it. Knowing that your clear head would propose that alternative, I have gone over the calculations in my mind; and I find that to compound a felony, even on very high terms indeed, would not be as safe and good for me as my imp... | man hath very properly called it. Conthequently, Thquire, you muthn't quarrel with me if I take thith young man'th thide, and thay he'th right and there'th no help for it. But I tell you what I'll do, Thquire; I'll drive your thon and thith young man over to the rail, and prevent expothure here. I can't conthent to do ... | Hard Times |
"All right, Thquire!" | Mr. Sleary | reappeared: both in high spirits.<|quote|>"All right, Thquire!"</|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, "your thon | Mr. Sleary and the dog reappeared: both in high spirits.<|quote|>"All right, Thquire!"</|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, "your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thith | on his side, that he might be ready for him in the event of his showing the slightest disposition to alight. The other three sat up at the inn all night in great suspense. At eight o'clock in the morning Mr. Sleary and the dog reappeared: both in high spirits.<|quote|>"All right, Thquire!"</|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, "yo... | barking round it, and Mr. Sleary instructing him, with his one practicable eye, that Bitzer was the object of his particular attentions. Soon after dark they all three got in and started; the learned dog (a formidable creature) already pinning Bitzer with his eye, and sticking close to the wheel on his side, that he mi... | when he theeth that gig clothe by, to jump down, and it'll take him off at a rattling pathe. If my dog leth thith young man thtir a peg on foot, I give him leave to go. And if my horthe ever thtirth from that thpot where he beginth a danthing, till the morning I don't know him? Tharp'th the word!" The word was so sharp... | thith young man over to the rail, and prevent expothure here. I can't conthent to do more, but I'll do that." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, Sissy glanced at him with great attention; nor did she in her own breast... | that remembrance." "I really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for.... | was to resist, I should set up the cry of Stop thief! But, he won't resist, you may depend upon it." Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one, had listened to these doctrines with profound attention, here stepped forward. "Thquire, you know perfectly well,... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Sleary, | No speaker | high spirits. "All right, Thquire!"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary,</|quote|>"your thon may be aboard-a-thip | the dog reappeared: both in high spirits. "All right, Thquire!"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary,</|quote|>"your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thith time. Childerth took | that he might be ready for him in the event of his showing the slightest disposition to alight. The other three sat up at the inn all night in great suspense. At eight o'clock in the morning Mr. Sleary and the dog reappeared: both in high spirits. "All right, Thquire!"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary,</|quote|>"your thon may b... | and Mr. Sleary instructing him, with his one practicable eye, that Bitzer was the object of his particular attentions. Soon after dark they all three got in and started; the learned dog (a formidable creature) already pinning Bitzer with his eye, and sticking close to the wheel on his side, that he might be ready for h... | that gig clothe by, to jump down, and it'll take him off at a rattling pathe. If my dog leth thith young man thtir a peg on foot, I give him leave to go. And if my horthe ever thtirth from that thpot where he beginth a danthing, till the morning I don't know him? Tharp'th the word!" The word was so sharp, that in ten m... | over to the rail, and prevent expothure here. I can't conthent to do more, but I'll do that." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, Sissy glanced at him with great attention; nor did she in her own breast misunderstand h... | really wonder, sir," rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on an... | all going out again, he favoured her with one slight roll of his movable eye, desiring her to linger behind. As he locked the door, he said excitedly: "The Thquire thtood by you, Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. More than that: thith ith a prethiouth rathcal, and belongth to that bluthtering Cove that my peop... | Hard Times |
"your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thith time. Childerth took him off, an hour and a half after we left there latht night. The horthe danthed the polka till he wath dead beat (he would have walthed if he hadn't been in harneth), and then I gave him the word and he went to thleep comfortable. When that prethiouth young ... | Mr. Sleary | right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary,<|quote|>"your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thith time. Childerth took him off, an hour and a half after we left there latht night. The horthe danthed the polka till he wath dead beat (he would have walthed if he hadn't been in harneth), and then I gave him the word and he went to thlee... | both in high spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary,<|quote|>"your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thith time. Childerth took him off, an hour and a half after we left there latht night. The horthe danthed the polka till he wath dead beat (he would have walthed if he hadn't been in harneth), and then I gave him th... | be ready for him in the event of his showing the slightest disposition to alight. The other three sat up at the inn all night in great suspense. At eight o'clock in the morning Mr. Sleary and the dog reappeared: both in high spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary,<|quote|>"your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thit... | instructing him, with his one practicable eye, that Bitzer was the object of his particular attentions. Soon after dark they all three got in and started; the learned dog (a formidable creature) already pinning Bitzer with his eye, and sticking close to the wheel on his side, that he might be ready for him in the event... | by, to jump down, and it'll take him off at a rattling pathe. If my dog leth thith young man thtir a peg on foot, I give him leave to go. And if my horthe ever thtirth from that thpot where he beginth a danthing, till the morning I don't know him? Tharp'th the word!" The word was so sharp, that in ten minutes Mr. Child... | rail, and prevent expothure here. I can't conthent to do more, but I'll do that." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, Sissy glanced at him with great attention; nor did she in her own breast misunderstand him. As they ... | rejoined the old pupil in an argumentative manner, "to find you taking a position so untenable. My schooling was paid for; it was a bargain; and when I came away, the bargain ended." It was a fundamental principle of the Gradgrind philosophy that everything was to be paid for. Nobody was ever on any account to give any... | horthe begin to danthe, not to be afraid of being thpilt, but to look out for a pony-gig coming up. Tell him, when he theeth that gig clothe by, to jump down, and it'll take him off at a rattling pathe. If my dog leth thith young man thtir a peg on foot, I give him leave to go. And if my horthe ever thtirth from that t... | Hard Times |
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