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Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. | No speaker | at half-patht thixth thith morning."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money.</|quote|>"I don't want money mythelf, | I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money.</|quote|>"I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a | Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning."<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith ne... | 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 of his showing the slightest disposition to alight. The other ... | 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 with Childerth driving of him; I've got a dog that'll keep a man to one plathe four-and-twenty hourth. Get a word with the young Thquire. Tell him, when he theet... | 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." He was a little troubled here, by Louisa and Sissy crying. "Pray don't do that," said he... | 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 with Childerth driving of him; I've got a dog that'll keep a man to 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 ... | Hard Times |
"I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." | Mr. Sleary | a handsome remuneration in money.<|quote|>"I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'e... | delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money.<|quote|>"I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I tho... | pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money.<|quote|>"I don't want money myt... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back ... | 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 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: bo... | I've got a pony that'll go fifteen mile an hour with Childerth driving of him; I've got a dog that'll keep a man to 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 ... | 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, "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 ha... | 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. Childers, sauntering about the market-place in a pair of slippers, had... | Hard Times |
He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. | No speaker | and water I alwayth take."<|quote|>He had already called for a glass, and now called for another.</|quote|>"If you wouldn't think it | glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take."<|quote|>He had already called for a glass, and now called for another.</|quote|>"If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to | man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take."<|quote|>He had already called for a glass, and now called for another.... | into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath... | high spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "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 we... | 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 thpot where he beginth a danthing, till the morning I don't know him? Tharp'th the word!" The word wa... | 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." Mr. Sleary, who with his mouth open and his rolling eye as immovably jammed in his head as his fixed one... | 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. Childers, sauntering about the market-place in a pair of slippers, had his cue, and Mr. Sleary's equipage was ready. It w... | Hard Times |
"If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." | Mr. Sleary | and now called for another.<|quote|>"If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy."</|quote|>All these little tokens of | already called for a glass, and now called for another.<|quote|>"If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy."</|quote|>All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very | note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another.<|quote|>"If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to m... | head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unacthe... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd ... | 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. Childers, sauntering ab... | 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 profound attention, he... | 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 thpot where he beginth a dant... | Hard Times |
All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. | No speaker | it would make 'em happy."<|quote|>All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service.</|quote|>"Very well, Thquire; then, if | thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy."<|quote|>All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service.</|quote|>"Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, | 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy."<|quote|>All these little tokens of his gratitude... | mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and t... | 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. 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 ... | 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, and your daughter knowth perfectly well (better than you, becauthe I thed it to her), that I di... | 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 thith young man thtir a peg on foot, I give him leave to go. And if my horthe ever ... | Hard Times |
"Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." | Mr. Sleary | said, for such a service.<|quote|>"Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you."</|quote|>Louisa and Sissy withdrew into | them far too slight, he said, for such a service.<|quote|>"Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you."</|quote|>Louisa and Sissy withdrew int... | Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service.<|quote|>"Very well, Thquire; th... | wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixt... | he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hint... | 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 his particular attentions. Soo... | 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 I only thought, then, it wath thome thkylar... | 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 his particular ... | Hard Times |
Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: | No speaker | one parting word with you."<|quote|>Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on:</|quote|>"Thquire, you don't need to | ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you."<|quote|>Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on:</|quote|>"Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith | Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you."<|quote|>Louisa and Sissy wit... | and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too... | 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound... | 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 him in th... | 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 compound, ath thith young man hath very properly called it. Conthequently,... | 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 might be ready f... | Hard Times |
"Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." | Mr. Sleary | as he stood, went on:<|quote|>"Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth."</|quote|>"Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, | drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on:<|quote|>"Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth."</|quote|>"Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call | Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on:<|quote|>"Thquire, ... | at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whene... | delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be v... | 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 of his showing the slightest disposition to alight. The other three sat up at the inn all night in great suspense. At eight o'cl... | 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 thay he'th right and there'th no help for ... | with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in mon... | Hard Times |
"Their instinct," | Thomas Gradgrind | that dogth ith wonderful animalth."<|quote|>"Their instinct,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." | don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth."<|quote|>"Their instinct,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and | Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth."<|quote|>"Their instinct,"</|qu... | 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, i... | want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had 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 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... | 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 thay he'th right and there'th no help for it. But I tell you what I'll do, Thquire; I'll drive... | 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 thpot where he beginth a danthing, till the morning I don't know h... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"is surprising." "Whatever you call | to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if | if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind... | All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daugh... | mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for... | with his eye, and sticking close to the wheel 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. "All right, T... | 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 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 ... | 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. 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, t... | Hard Times |
"is surprising." | Thomas Gradgrind | "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"is surprising."</|quote|>"Whatever you call it and | that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"is surprising."</|quote|>"Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know | will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"is surprising.... | tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe... | Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now call... | and sticking close to the wheel 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. "All right, Thquire!" said ... | 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 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... | 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 his particular attentions. Soon after dark they all three got in and started; the learned dog (... | Hard Times |
"Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" | Mr. Sleary | said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising."<|quote|>"Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it"</|quote|>said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. | ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising."<|quote|>"Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it"</|quote|>said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a | me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising."<|quote|>"Whatever yo... | his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I tho... | a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another... | close to the wheel 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. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "... | 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 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... | Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now call... | Hard Times |
said Sleary, | No speaker | know what to call it"<|quote|>said Sleary,</|quote|>"it ith athtonithing. The way | and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it"<|quote|>said Sleary,</|quote|>"it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find | an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it"<|quote|>said Sleary,</|quote|>"... | too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. S... | note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a li... | 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, "your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thith time. Childerth took hi... | 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 more, but I'll... | a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire,... | Hard Times |
"it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" | Mr. Sleary | to call it" said Sleary,<|quote|>"it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!"</|quote|>"His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, | bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary,<|quote|>"it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!"</|quote|>"His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht | room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary,<|quote|>"it ith athtonithing. T... | he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirr... | mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpr... | 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, "your thon may be aboard-a-thip by thith time. Childerth took him off, ... | 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 more, but I'll do that." Fresh... | 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 thpot where he beginth a dant... | Hard Times |
"His scent," | Thomas Gradgrind | you the dithtanthe he'll come!"<|quote|>"His scent,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so | in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!"<|quote|>"His scent,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I | "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!"<|quote|>"His scent,"</|quote|... | Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don'... | a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would ma... | 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, "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 til... | 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." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this dese... | family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. ... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind, | No speaker | dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"being so fine." "I'm bletht | a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|quote|>"being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to | don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind,</|... | bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told... | of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em ... | 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, "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 wat... | 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." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of ... | 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 Rathcal thed he... | Hard Times |
"being so fine." | Thomas Gradgrind | "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"being so fine."</|quote|>"I'm bletht if I know | you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"being so fine."</|quote|>"I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated | be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind,<|quote|>"being so fine."... | can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderf... | the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All th... | 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, "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 (... | 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." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their la... | 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 him in th... | Hard Times |
"I'm bletht if I know what to call it," | Mr. Sleary | Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine."<|quote|>"I'm bletht if I know what to call it,"</|quote|>repeated Sleary, shaking his head, | he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine."<|quote|>"I'm bletht if I know what to call it,"</|quote|>repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth | dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine."<|quote|>"I'm bletht ... | than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Th... | thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tok... | eight o'clock in the morning Mr. Sleary and the dog reappeared: both in high spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "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 walth... | 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." Fresh lamentations from Louisa, and deeper affliction on Mr. Gradgrind's part, followed this desertion of them by their last friend. But, S... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth ... | Hard Times |
repeated Sleary, shaking his head, | No speaker | know what to call it,"<|quote|>repeated Sleary, shaking his head,</|quote|>"but I have had dogth | fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it,"<|quote|>repeated Sleary, shaking his head,</|quote|>"but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a | "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it,"<|quote|>repeated Sleary, shaking his head,</|quot... | will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whate... | water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very wil... | dog reappeared: both in high spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "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 gav... | 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 at him with great attent... | Bitzer with his eye, and sticking close to the wheel 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. "All r... | Hard Times |
"but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," | Mr. Sleary | repeated Sleary, shaking his head,<|quote|>"but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed,"</|quote|>"You don't happen to know | know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head,<|quote|>"but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed,"</|quote|>"You don't happen to know a perthon of the name | it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head,<|quote|>"but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in... | like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm ble... | had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render... | spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "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... | 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 at him with great attention; nor did she in her own br... | then I gave him the word and he went to thleep comfortable. When that prethiouth young Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head,... | Hard Times |
"You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" | No speaker | to another dog, and thed,"<|quote|>"You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?"</|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't | whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed,"<|quote|>"You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?"</|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't | dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed,"<|quote|>"You don't happen to know a perthon of ... | stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," ... | for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth ... | 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, desiring her to linger ... | he hadn't been in harneth), and then I gave him the word and he went to thleep comfortable. When that prethiouth young Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 't... | Hard Times |
"And whether that dog mightn't have thed," | Mr. Sleary | way thtout man game eye?"<|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thed,"</|quote|>"Well, I can't thay I | of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?"<|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thed,"</|quote|>"Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I | had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?"<|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thed,"</|quote|>"... | bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me... | undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa ... | gave him the word and he went to thleep comfortable. When that prethiouth young Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at hal... | 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: "The Thquire thtood by you, Thethilia, and I'll thtand by the Thquire. More than that: thith ith a prethiouth rathcal, ... | in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth ta... | Hard Times |
"Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." | No speaker | that dog mightn't have thed,"<|quote|>"Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him."</|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't | man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed,"<|quote|>"Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him."</|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and | way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed,"<|quote|>"Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but... | it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't g... | far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; M... | to thleep comfortable. When that prethiouth young Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning."... | 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: "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 th... | 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 his particular attentions. Soon after dark they all three got in and started; the learned dog (a formidable creature) already ... | Hard Times |
"And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," | Mr. Sleary | to be acquainted with him."<|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed,"</|quote|>"Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to | I think would be likely to be acquainted with him."<|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed,"</|quote|>"Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of | name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him."<|quote|>"And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over... | so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Hort... | you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful an... | in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want mo... | 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 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 ... | "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He ha... | Hard Times |
"Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." | No speaker | thought it over, and thed,"<|quote|>"Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly."</|quote|>"In conthequenth of my being | whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed,"<|quote|>"Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly."</|quote|>"In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going | in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed,"<|quote|>"Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A fr... | repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether t... | will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whate... | Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man... | 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 with Childerth driving of h... | young Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, ... | Hard Times |
"In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" | Mr. Sleary | get you hith addreth directly."<|quote|>"In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!"</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be | at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly."<|quote|>"In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!"</|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. | know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly."<|quote|>"In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and ... | to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted ... | brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'... | him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a th... | 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 with Childerth driving of him; I've got a dog that'll keep a man to one plathe four-and-twenty hourth. Get a word with the young Thquire. Tell him, when he theeth our horthe begi... | spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "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... | Hard Times |
Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. | No speaker | Thquire, that _I_ don't know!"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation.</|quote|>"Any way," said Sleary, after | of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation.</|quote|>"Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his | be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by... | man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one... | it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way t... | and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you woul... | driving of him; I've got a dog that'll keep a man to 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... | another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, f... | Hard Times |
"Any way," | Mr. Sleary | quite confounded by this speculation.<|quote|>"Any way,"</|quote|>said Sleary, after putting his | Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation.<|quote|>"Any way,"</|quote|>said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and | at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation.<|quote|>"Any way,"</|quote|>said Slea... | "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In contheque... | it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't g... | five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, t... | man to 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 l... | drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the d... | Hard Times |
said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, | No speaker | by this speculation. "Any way,"<|quote|>said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water,</|quote|>"ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, | seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way,"<|quote|>said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water,</|quote|>"ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. | time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way,"<|quote|>said Sleary, after puttin... | can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my... | Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to an... | it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little t... | 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... | 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gr... | Hard Times |
"ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after ... | Mr. Sleary | to his brandy and water,<|quote|>"ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went ... | Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water,<|quote|>"ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, ... | my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water,<|quote|>"ith fourteen month ago, Thq... | that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho mut... | you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of ... | collar for the dog, or a thet of bellth for the horthe, I thould be very glad to take 'em. Brandy and water I alwayth take." He had already called for a glass, and now called for another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reck... | 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 thith young man thtir a peg on foot, I give him leave to go. And if my ho... | another. "If you wouldn't think it going too far, Thquire, to make a little thpread for the company at about three and thixth ahead, not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, f... | Hard Times |
"Sissy's father's dog!" | _unknowable | Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth."<|quote|>"Sissy's father's dog!"</|quote|>"Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, | wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth."<|quote|>"Sissy's father's dog!"</|quote|>"Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my | our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth."<|quote|>"Sissy's father's dog!"</|quote|>"Thethilia'th fat... | wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child... | be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a nu... | bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told... | 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 his particular attentions. Soon after dark they all three got in and started; the learned dog (a for... | 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound... | Hard Times |
"Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," | Mr. Sleary | wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!"<|quote|>"Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed,... | and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!"<|quote|>"Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould ... | after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!"<|quote|>"Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquir... | We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and th... | him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acqua... | can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. Sleary, stirring and drinking his brandy and water as he stood, went on: "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderf... | 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 his particular attentions. Soon after dark they all three got in and started; the learned dog (a formidable creature)... | pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Th... | Hard Times |
"No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" | No speaker | or not. But we agreed,"<|quote|>"No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?"</|quote|>"Tho, whether her father bathely | time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed,"<|quote|>"No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?"</|quote|>"Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he | father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed,"<|quote|>"No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthett... | another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take ... | thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Childre... | told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bleth... | 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 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 ... | "Thquire, you don't need to be told that dogth ith wonderful animalth." "Their instinct," said Mr. Gradgrind, "is surprising." "Whatever you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgri... | Hard Times |
"Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" | Mr. Sleary | mind, and make her unhappy?"<|quote|>"Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!"</|quote|>"She keeps the bottle that | to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?"<|quote|>"Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!"</|quote|>"She keeps the bottle t... | that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?"<|quote|>"Tho, whether her father bathely dethe... | he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead an... | don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage doo... | you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, i... | to the wheel 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. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "your t... | thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this specu... | Hard Times |
"She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," | Thomas Gradgrind | the dogth findth uth out!"<|quote|>"She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth | not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!"<|quote|>"She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life,"</|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to | tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!"<|quote|>"She keeps the bottle that he sent ... | I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho,... | in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hit... | I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, in a way that made me think whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man ... | the morning Mr. Sleary and the dog reappeared: both in high spirits. "All right, Thquire!" said Mr. Sleary, "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 b... | you call it and I'm bletht if _I_ know what to call it" said Sleary, "it ith athtonithing. The way in whith a dog'll find you the dithtanthe he'll come!" "His scent," said Mr. Gradgrind, "being so fine." "I'm bletht if I know what to call it," repeated Sleary, shaking his head, "but I have had dogth find me, Thquire, i... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Gradgrind. | No speaker | last moment of her life,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"It theemth to prethent two | in his affection to the last moment of her life,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't | pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life,"<|quote|>said Mr. Gradgrind.</|quote|>"It theemth to prethent two thin... | and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; ne... | a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog ... | whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think woul... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hun... | eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I ... | Hard Times |
"It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" | Mr. Sleary | her life," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?"</|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, musing as | to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?"</|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the | along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind.<|quote|>"It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't... | me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known,... | condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merryl... | hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-h... | when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtoo... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: | No speaker | a perthon, don't it, Thquire?"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water:</|quote|>"one, that there ith a | to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water:</|quote|>"one, that there ith a love in the world, not | till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into th... | not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth fi... | our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. N... | a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have though... | 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 Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him d... | the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, an... | Hard Times |
"one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" | Mr. Sleary | of his brandy and water:<|quote|>"one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!"</|qu... | looked down into the depths of his brandy and water:<|quote|>"one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the w... | her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water:<|quote|>"one, that there ith a love in the world, not... | her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in ... | and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wat... | the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think would be likely to be acquainted with him." "And whether that dog mightn't have thought it over, and thed," "Thleary, Thleary! O yeth, to be thure! A friend of min... | hadn't been in harneth), and then I gave him the word and he went to thleep comfortable. When that prethiouth young Rathcal thed he'd go for'ard afoot, the dog hung on to hith neck-hankercher with all four legth in the air and pulled him down and rolled him over. Tho he come back into the drag, and there he that, 'till... | whether that dog hadn't gone to another dog, and thed," "You don't happen to know a perthon of the name of Thleary, do you? Perthon of the name of Thleary, in the Horthe-Riding way thtout man game eye?" "And whether that dog mightn't have thed," "Well, I can't thay I know him mythelf, but I know a dog that I think woul... | Hard Times |
Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. | No speaker | wayth of the dogth ith!"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies.</|quote|>"Thethilia my dear, kith me | a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies.</|quote|>"Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to | ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!"<|quote|>Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made n... | this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht... | dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or ... | to be thure! A friend of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this... | into the drag, and there he that, 'till I turned the horthe'th head, at half-patht thixth thith morning." Mr. Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath... | to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog... | Hard Times |
"Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, f... | Mr. Sleary | glass and recalled the ladies.<|quote|>"Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater c... | reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies.<|quote|>"Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better deth... | a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies.<|quote|>"Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thq... | "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or no... | me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known,... | addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and wate... | Gradgrind overwhelmed him with thanks, of course; and hinted as delicately as he could, at a handsome remuneration in money. "I don't want money mythelf, Thquire; but Childerth ith a family man, and if you wath to like to offer him a five-pound note, it mightn't be unactheptable. Likewithe if you wath to thtand a colla... | died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not... | Hard Times |
"And I never thought before," | Mr. Sleary | of uth; not the wurtht!"<|quote|>"And I never thought before,"</|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, putting his | too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!"<|quote|>"And I never thought before,"</|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door | with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!"<|quote|>"And I never thought before,"</|quote|>said M... | a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They c... | as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the way... | another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take ... | not reckoning Luth, it would make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than bal... | bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Me... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, | No speaker | "And I never thought before,"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it,</|quote|>"that I wath tho muth | of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before,"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it,</|quote|>"that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX | mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before,"<|quote|>said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door... | that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning,... | the depths of his brandy and water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" M... | a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowle... | make 'em happy." All these little tokens of his gratitude, Mr. Gradgrind very willingly undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thqui... | out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: "one, that t... | Hard Times |
"that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" | Mr. Sleary | door again to say it,<|quote|>"that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!"</|quote|>CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is | his head in at the door again to say it,<|quote|>"that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!"</|quote|>CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see | alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it,<|quote|>"that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!"</|quote|>CHAPTER IX... | pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You... | the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary em... | throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that... | undertook to render. Though he thought them far too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa ... | Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a n... | Hard Times |
CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and presumed to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he t... | No speaker | tho muth of a Cackler!"<|quote|>CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and presumed to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphan... | say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!"<|quote|>CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and presumed to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with ... | You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!"<|quote|>CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in t... | may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe ... | thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethili... | two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childert... | too slight, he said, for such a service. "Very well, Thquire; then, if you'll only give a Horthe-riding, a bethpeak, whenever you can, you'll more than balanthe the account. Now, Thquire, if your daughter will ethcuthe me, I thould like one parting word with you." Louisa and Sissy withdrew into an adjoining room; Mr. S... | to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long ... | Hard Times |
"What's the matter now, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | now bestowed upon her patron.<|quote|>"What's the matter now, ma'am?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a | look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron.<|quote|>"What's the matter now, ma'am?"</|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, | stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron.<|quote|>"What's the mat... | same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was pos... | indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his... | window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be... | of mine menthioned him to me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way... | not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the de... | Hard Times |
said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. | No speaker | "What's the matter now, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way.</|quote|>"Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, | now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way.</|quote|>"Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose | was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Mr. Bounderby, ... | Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler af... | triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a w... | Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, ... | me at one time. I can get you hith addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putt... | of his brandy and water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrin... | Hard Times |
"Pray, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | a very short, rough way.<|quote|>"Pray, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not | ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way.<|quote|>"Pray, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite | covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way.<|quote|>"Pray, sir,"</|quote|>returned ... | with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounder... | on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it... | "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, f... | addreth directly." "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and wate... | trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet ... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | short, rough way. "Pray, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"do not bite my nose | Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, | pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote... | great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a ... | part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and g... | dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and lath... | "In conthequenth of my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen mo... | the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the ... | Hard Times |
"do not bite my nose off." | Mrs. Sparsit | "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"do not bite my nose off."</|quote|>"Bite your nose off, ma'am?" | a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"do not bite my nose off."</|quote|>"Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" | Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"do not bite my nose... | Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet me... | woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of ... | and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be cr... | my being afore the public, and going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, th... | withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain... | Hard Times |
"Bite your nose off, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | not bite my nose off."<|quote|>"Bite your nose off, ma'am?"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" | sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off."<|quote|>"Bite your nose off, ma'am?"</|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, | melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off."<|quote|>"Bite your nose off, ma'... | sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virt... | and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possib... | you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People... | going about tho muth, you thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We w... | make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderb... | Hard Times |
repeated Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | "Bite your nose off, ma'am?"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. | not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was | thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?"<|quote|>repeated Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|... | dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had becom... | until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning ... | a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They c... | thee, there mutht be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Childre... | after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the la... | Hard Times |
"_Your_ nose!" | Josiah Bounderby | off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"_Your_ nose!"</|quote|>meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, | nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"_Your_ nose!"</|quote|>meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed | become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"_Your_ nose!"</|quote|>... | days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume ... | with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the conn... | a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth ... | be a number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one ... | They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I ... | Hard Times |
meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, | No speaker | repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!"<|quote|>meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said,</|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby... | "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!"<|quote|>meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and ... | habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!"<|quote|>meaning, as Mrs. Spa... | his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look... | like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and a... | that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning,... | number of dogth acquainted with me, Thquire, that _I_ don't know!" Mr. Gradgrind seemed to be quite confounded by this speculation. "Any way," said Sleary, after putting his lips to his brandy and water, "ith fourteen month ago, Thquire, thinthe we wath at Chethter. We wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morni... | a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and presumed to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, ... | Hard Times |
"Mr. Bounderby, sir!" | Mrs. Sparsit | of her stirrup, and said,<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, sir!"</|quote|>"Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. | Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said,<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, sir!"</|quote|>"Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" | repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said,<|quote|>"Mr. Bounderby, sir!"</... | thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" m... | of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was.... | with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, puttin... | wath getting up our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then ... | he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not... | Hard Times |
"Well, ma'am?" | Josiah Bounderby | and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!"<|quote|>"Well, ma'am?"</|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are | foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!"<|quote|>"Well, ma'am?"</|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I | "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!"<|quote|>"Well, ma'am?"</|quote|>r... | become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. ... | be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit ... | vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in ... | our Children in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, a... | water: "one, that there ith a love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of wi... | Hard Times |
retorted Mr. Bounderby. | No speaker | "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?"<|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"What are you staring at?" | of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?"<|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby.</|quote|>"What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said | meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?"<|quote|>retorted Mr. Bounderby.</... | habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit con... | get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by... | mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again t... | in the Wood one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hit... | love in the world, not all Thelf-interetht after all, but thomething very different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. S... | Hard Times |
"What are you staring at?" | Josiah Bounderby | "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"What are you staring at?"</|quote|>"May I ask, sir," said | and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"What are you staring at?"</|quote|>"May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been | Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby.<|quote|>"What are you star... | a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it ... | possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with... | They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I ... | one morning, when there cometh into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behi... | stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the di... | Hard Times |
"May I ask, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | "What are you staring at?"<|quote|>"May I ask, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you | "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?"<|quote|>"May I ask, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, | too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?"<|quote|>"May I ask, sir,"</|qu... | look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose f... | out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, l... | learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackl... | into our Ring, by the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two fore... | and presumed to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, | No speaker | at?" "May I ask, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"have you been ruffled this | Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quote|>"have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I | for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit,</|quot... | upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After ... | and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither ... | can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL I... | the thtage door, a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he... | for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in t... | Hard Times |
"have you been ruffled this morning?" | Mrs. Sparsit | ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"have you been ruffled this morning?"</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, | you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"have you been ruffled this morning?"</|quote|>"Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, | After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit,<|quote|>"have you been ruffled ... | "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive i... | same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was pos... | a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous ... | a dog. He had travelled a long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then h... | wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pr... | Hard Times |
"Yes, ma'am." | Josiah Bounderby | you been ruffled this morning?"<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am."</|quote|>"May I inquire, sir," pursued | sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?"<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am."</|quote|>"May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ | himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?"<|quote|>"Yes, ma'am."</|quote|>"May... | Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of... | according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, th... | it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the s... | long way, he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and die... | to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth... | Hard Times |
"May I inquire, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am."<|quote|>"May I inquire, sir,"</|quote|>pursued the injured woman, "whether | Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am."<|quote|>"May I inquire, sir,"</|quote|>pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause | crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am."<|quote|>"May I inquire, sir,"</... | in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and thr... | her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoma... | _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of... | he wath in a very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire... | to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly ... | Hard Times |
pursued the injured woman, | No speaker | ma'am." "May I inquire, sir,"<|quote|>pursued the injured woman,</|quote|>"whether _I_ am the unfortunate | been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir,"<|quote|>pursued the injured woman,</|quote|>"whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost | threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir,"<|quote|>pursued the injured w... | rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down... | than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for ... | Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before t... | very bad condithon, he wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wa... | a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid o... | Hard Times |
"whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" | Mrs. Sparsit | sir," pursued the injured woman,<|quote|>"whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?"</|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what, | "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman,<|quote|>"whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?"</|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am | with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman,<|quote|>"whether _I_ am... | returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Spar... | great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a ... | and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer s... | wath lame, and pretty well blind. He went round to our children, one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy'... | thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blust... | Hard Times |
"Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | your having lost your temper?"<|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "I am not | am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?"<|quote|>"Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. | and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?"<|quote|>"Now... | off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, si... | in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it ha... | the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit ha... | one after another, as if he wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I... | wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, | No speaker | I'll tell you what, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"I am not come here | having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby,</|quote|>"I am not come here to be bullied. A female | ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Boun... | nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "W... | where his portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a wofu... | before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and... | wath a theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my k... | to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth... | Hard Times |
"I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." | Josiah Bounderby | you what, ma'am," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it."</|quote|>(Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary | your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it."</|quote|>(Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that | Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby,<|quote|>"I am not ... | as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you star... | portrait was. Mrs. Sparsit sat by the fire, with her foot in her cotton stirrup, little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, wh... | Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and presumed to b... | theeking for a child he know'd; and then he come to me, and throwd hithelf up behind, and thtood on hith two forelegth, weak ath he wath, and then he wagged hith tail and died. Thquire, that dog wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledg... | his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr... | Hard Times |
(Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. | No speaker | to put up with it."<|quote|>(Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically.</|quote|>"It is apparent to me | and I am not going to put up with it."<|quote|>(Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically.</|quote|>"I... | having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it."<|quote|>(Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing tha... | out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your t... | quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am... | blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and presumed to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over an... | wath Merrylegth." "Sissy's father's dog!" "Thethilia'th father'th old dog. Now, Thquire, I can take my oath, from my knowledge of that dog, that that man wath dead and buried afore that dog come back to me. Joth'phine and Childerth and me talked it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. T... | he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick t... | Hard Times |
"It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." | Mrs. Sparsit | rose. "Sir," said she, majestically.<|quote|>"It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."</|quote|>"Sir," said she, majestically. "It | into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically.<|quote|>"It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."</|quote|>"Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that | am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically.<|quote|>"It is apparent t... | "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt ... | returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Spar... | part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and g... | it over a long time, whether I thould write or not. But we agreed," "No. There'th nothing comfortable to tell; why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thqu... | yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER I... | Hard Times |
"Sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | retire to my own apartment."<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>said she, majestically. "It is | way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I | allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."<|quote|>"Sir,"</|quote|>said she... | "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then k... | as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you star... | a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the... | why unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to th... | mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again t... | Hard Times |
said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." | No speaker | to my own apartment." "Sir,"<|quote|>said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."</|quote|>"Allow me to open the | at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir,"<|quote|>said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."</|quote|>"Allow me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; | of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir,"<|quote|>said she, majestically. "... | am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knit... | Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring... | great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the s... | unthettle her mind, and make her unhappy?" "Tho, whether her father bathely detherted her; or whether he broke hith own heart alone, rather than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this h... | little thinking whither she was posting. Since the Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" ... | Hard Times |
"Allow me to open the door, ma'am." | Josiah Bounderby | retire to my own apartment."<|quote|>"Allow me to open the door, ma'am."</|quote|>"Thank you, sir; I can | way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."<|quote|>"Allow me to open the door, ma'am."</|quote|>"Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You | and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment."<|quote|>"Allow me to open the door, ma'am."</|quote|>"Thank you,... | man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically.... | bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injure... | "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came i... | than pull her down along with him; never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a per... | meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are... | Hard Times |
"Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." | Mrs. Sparsit | to open the door, ma'am."<|quote|>"Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself."</|quote|>"You had better allow me, | my own apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am."<|quote|>"Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself."</|quote|>"You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, | is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am."<|quote|>"Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself."</|quote|>"You had bette... | not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I... | a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortun... | wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down... | never will be known, now, Thquire, till no, not till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. ... | of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got ri... | Hard Times |
"You had better allow me, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | can do it for myself."<|quote|>"You had better allow me, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, passing her, and | ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself."<|quote|>"You had better allow me, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the | way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself."<|quote|>"You had better allow me, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, ... | felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to ... | her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?"... | it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where h... | till we know how the dogth findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths... | look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too ... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in oth... | No speaker | had better allow me, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening en... | do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, t... | to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon ... | foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," sai... | sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said... | would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portrait was. Mrs. Sp... | findth uth out!" "She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life," said Mr. Gradgrind. "It theemth to prethent two thingth to a perthon, don't it, Thquire?" said Mr. Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: "... | got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, where his portr... | Hard Times |
"Really, sir?" | Mrs. Sparsit | and said with great politeness,<|quote|>"Really, sir?"</|quote|>"I have been thinking it | look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness,<|quote|>"Really, sir?"</|quote|>"I have been thinking it over, you see, since the | Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness,<|quote|>"Really, sir?"</|quote|>"I have b... | apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped her... | a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majesticall... | Pegler affair, this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pr... | different; t'other, that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith ... | developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsi... | Hard Times |
"I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | with great politeness, "Really, sir?"<|quote|>"I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby; "and it appears | the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?"<|quote|>"I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment " | I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?"<|quote|>"I have been thinking it over, you... | me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It ... | in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It... | this gentlewoman had covered her pity for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," retur... | that it hath a way of ith own of calculating or not calculating, whith thomehow or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mit... | for Mr. Bounderby with a veil of quiet melancholy and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment " | No speaker | late affairs have happened, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment "</|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit | over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment "</|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't | under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby; "and i... | "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enoug... | felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to ... | and contrition. In virtue thereof, it had become her habit to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. B... | or another ith at leatht ath hard to give a name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you ... | wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connec... | Hard Times |
"Oh! Pray, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | to my poor judgment "<|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir,"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly | said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment "<|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir,"</|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. | lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment "<|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir,"</|quote|>... | and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sp... | allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "... | to assume a woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived... | name to, ath the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and mo... | indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, | No speaker | judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir,"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness,</|quote|>"don't disparage your judgment. Everybody | it appears to my poor judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir,"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness,</|quote|>"don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's | genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir,"<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit interpose... | hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a... | he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me... | woful look, which woful look she now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it wa... | the wayth of the dogth ith!" Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a ver... | with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unf... | Hard Times |
"don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness,<|quote|>"don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. M... | " "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness,<|quote|>"don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir,"</|quote|>said M... | Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness,<|quote|>"don't d... | can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and... | first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present.... | now bestowed upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the pu... | Mr. Gradgrind looked out of window, and made no reply. Mr. Sleary emptied his glass and recalled the ladies. "Thethilia my dear, kith me and good-bye! Mith Thquire, to thee you treating of her like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope... | until it accumulated with turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning ... | Hard Times |
said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: | No speaker | yourself but your judgment, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed:</|quote|>"It appears to me, ma'am, | general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed:</|quote|>"It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different | it appears to my poor judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment... | roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor jud... | I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand... | ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "... | like a thithter, and a thithter that you trutht and honour with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. T... | his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr... | Hard Times |
"It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" | Josiah Bounderby | very red and uncomfortable, resumed:<|quote|>"It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?"</|quote|>"I... | Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed:<|quote|>"It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there,... | Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, ver... | in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with spright... | "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a wor... | that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," ... | with all your heart and more, ith a very pretty thight to me. I hope your brother may live to be better detherving of you, and a greater comfort to you. Thquire, thake handth, firtht and latht! Don't be croth with uth poor vagabondth. People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwa... | way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After which offensive implication, he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with ... | Hard Times |
"It never occurred to me before, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | there, ma'am, to interfere with?"<|quote|>"It never occurred to me before, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now | you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?"<|quote|>"It never occurred to me before, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think | Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?"<|quote|>... | judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Spar... | passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affa... | ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "... | People mutht be amuthed. They can't be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door ... | "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enoug... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit; | No speaker | occurred to me before, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit;</|quote|>"but now you mention it, | to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit;</|quote|>"but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." | appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs.... | interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red an... | the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of t... | staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may... | alwayth a learning, nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth ... | ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, an... | Hard Times |
"but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." | Mrs. Sparsit | before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit;<|quote|>"but now you mention it, should think it highly probable."</|quote|>"Then suppose you try, ma'am," | "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit;<|quote|>"but now you mention it, should think it highly probable."</|quote|>"Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope | ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit;<|quote|>"but ... | cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "... | I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, a... | I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connect... | nor yet they can't be alwayth a working, they an't made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPT... | upon her patron. "What's the matter now, ma'am?" said Mr. Bounderby, in a very short, rough way. "Pray, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit, "do not bite my nose off." "Bite your nose off, ma'am?" repeated Mr. Bounderby. "_Your_ nose!" meaning, as Mrs. Sparsit conceived, that it was too developed a nose for the purpose. After ... | Hard Times |
"Then suppose you try, ma'am," | Josiah Bounderby | should think it highly probable."<|quote|>"Then suppose you try, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, laying an envelope | "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable."<|quote|>"Then suppose you try, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it | would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable."<|quote|>"Then supp... | Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogeth... | you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "... | this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a m... | made for it. You _mutht_ have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything... | your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of d... | Hard Times |
said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. | No speaker | "Then suppose you try, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket.</|quote|>"You can take your own | should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket.</|quote|>"You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but | of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am,"<|quote|>sa... | had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ pow... | Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it o... | I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not go... | have uth, Thquire. Do the withe thing and the kind thing too, and make the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain ... | the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to ... | Hard Times |
"You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long." | Josiah Bounderby | it in her little basket.<|quote|>"You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood i... | envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket.<|quote|>"You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of C... | think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket.<|quote|>"You can take y... | in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think ... | to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "... | your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that i... | the betht of uth; not the wurtht!" "And I never thought before," said Mr. Sleary, putting his head in at the door again to say it, "that I wath tho muth of a Cackler!" CHAPTER IX FINAL IT is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself. Mr. Bounderby fel... | he cut himself a crust of bread, and threw the knife down with a noise. Mrs. Sparsit took her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire... | Hard Times |
"because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." | Josiah Bounderby | in your light so long."<|quote|>"because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs."</|quote|>Mr... | of Coketown for having stood in your light so long."<|quote|>"because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other p... | perhaps in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long."<|quote|>"because I can take the opportunity of saying a word... | with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the meanwhile, it will ... | poor judgment " "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs.... | that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, maje... | Bounderby felt that Mrs. Sparsit had audaciously anticipated him, and presumed to be wiser than he. Inappeasably indignant with her for her triumphant discovery of Mrs. Pegler, he turned this presumption, on the part of a woman in her dependent position, over and over in his mind, until it accumulated with turning like... | sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you what, ma'am," said Bounderby, "I am not come here to be bullied. A female may be highly connected, but... | Hard Times |
Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; | No speaker | genius in other people's affairs."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby;</|quote|>"and it appears to my | for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby;</|quote|>"and it appears to my poor judgment" "Oh! Pray, s... | I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs."<|quote|>Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest ... | in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long." "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before ... | Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It neve... | own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Allow me to open the door, ma'am." "Thank you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "bec... | turning like a great snowball. At last he made the discovery that to discharge this highly connected female to have it in his power to say, "She was a woman of family, and wanted to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connectio... | your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find s... | Hard Times |
"and it appears to my poor judgment" | Josiah Bounderby | have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby;<|quote|>"and it appears to my poor judgment"</|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit | see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby;<|quote|>"and it appears to my poor judgment"</|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't | humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby;<|quote|>"and it appears... | you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long." "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady o... | Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little... | you, sir; I can do it for myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble... | to stick to me, but I wouldn't have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the... | of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "It appears to me, ma'am, I say, that a different sort of establishment altogether would bring out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your rela... | Hard Times |
"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughi... | No speaker | appears to my poor judgment"<|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judg... | ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment"<|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage an... | a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment"<|quote|>"Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Spa... | for having stood in your light so long." "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mr... | might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your own time for g... | myself." "You had better allow me, ma'am," said Bounderby, passing her, and getting his hand upon the lock; "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cramped here, do you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly open... | have it, and got rid of her' would be to get the utmost possible amount of crowning glory out of the connection, and at the same time to punish Mrs. Sparsit according to her deserts. Filled fuller than ever, with this great idea, Mr. Bounderby came in to lunch, and sat himself down in the dining-room of former days, wh... | Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gathered up her work into its proper basket; and rose. "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at present. I will retire to my own apartment." "Sir," said she, majestically. "It is apparent to me that I am in your way at ... | Hard Times |
"Pray don't name it, sir," | Mrs. Sparsit | in your light so long."<|quote|>"Pray don't name it, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit. "If that | of Coketown for having stood in your light so long."<|quote|>"Pray don't name it, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit. "If that portrait could speak, sir but | perhaps in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long."<|quote|>"Pray don't name it, sir,"</|quote|>returned Mrs. Sp... | with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the meanwhile, it will ... | my poor judgment" "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mr... | you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your ... | her foot out of her stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lo... | you know? It appears to me, that, under my humble roof, there's hardly opening enough for a lady of your genius in other people's affairs." Mrs. Sparsit gave him a look of the darkest scorn, and said with great politeness, "Really, sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'a... | Hard Times |
returned Mrs. Sparsit. | No speaker | "Pray don't name it, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"If that portrait could speak, | in your light so long." "Pray don't name it, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"If that portrait could speak, sir but it has the | will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long." "Pray don't name it, sir,"<|quote|>returned Mrs. Sparsit.</|quote|>"If that portrait coul... | me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady o... | sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bou... | some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your own time for going, ma'am... | stirrup, and said, "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "No... | "and it appears to my poor judgment" "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judg... | Hard Times |
"If that portrait could speak, sir but it has the advantage over the original of not possessing the power of committing itself and disgusting others, it would testify, that a long period has elapsed since I first habitually addressed it as the picture of a Noodle. Nothing that a Noodle does, can awaken surprise or indi... | Mrs. Sparsit | it, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"If that portrait could speak, sir but it has the advantage over the original of not possessing the power of committing itself and disgusting others, it would testify, that a long period has elapsed since I first habitually addressed it as the picture of a Noodle. Nothing that a... | so long." "Pray don't name it, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"If that portrait could speak, sir but it has the advantage over the original of not possessing the power of committing itself and disgusting others, it would testify, that a long period has elapsed since I first habitually addressed it as the picture ... | agreeable to a lady of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long." "Pray don't name it, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit.<|quote|>"If that portrait could speak, sir but it ha... | returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the meanwhile, it will be more agreeable to a lady of your powers of ... | interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red an... | ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am," said Bounderby, laying an envelope with a cheque in it in her little basket. "You can take your own time for going, ma'am; but perhaps in the... | "Mr. Bounderby, sir!" "Well, ma'am?" retorted Mr. Bounderby. "What are you staring at?" "May I ask, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, "have you been ruffled this morning?" "Yes, ma'am." "May I inquire, sir," pursued the injured woman, "whether _I_ am the unfortunate cause of your having lost your temper?" "Now, I'll tell you wh... | cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation. Disparage anything in yourself but your judgment, sir," said Mrs. Sparsit, laughing. Mr. Bounderby, very red and uncomfortable, resumed: "... | Hard Times |
Thus saying, Mrs. Sparsit, with her Roman features like a medal struck to commemorate her scorn of Mr. Bounderby, surveyed him fixedly from head to foot, swept disdainfully past him, and ascended the staircase. Mr. Bounderby closed the door, and stood before the fire; projecting himself after his old explosive manner i... | No speaker | Noodle can only inspire contempt."<|quote|>Thus saying, Mrs. Sparsit, with her Roman features like a medal struck to commemorate her scorn of Mr. Bounderby, surveyed him fixedly from head to foot, swept disdainfully past him, and ascended the staircase. Mr. Bounderby closed the door, and stood before the fire; projecti... | indignation; the proceedings of a Noodle can only inspire contempt."<|quote|>Thus saying, Mrs. Sparsit, with her Roman features like a medal struck to commemorate her scorn of Mr. Bounderby, surveyed him fixedly from head to foot, swept disdainfully past him, and ascended the staircase. Mr. Bounderby closed the door, a... | not possessing the power of committing itself and disgusting others, it would testify, that a long period has elapsed since I first habitually addressed it as the picture of a Noodle. Nothing that a Noodle does, can awaken surprise or indignation; the proceedings of a Noodle can only inspire contempt."<|quote|>Thus say... | and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long." "Pray don't name it, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit. "If that portrait could speak, sir but it has the advantage over the original of not possessing the power of committing itsel... | out a lady of _your_ powers. Such an establishment as your relation, Lady Scadgers's, now. Don't you think you might find some affairs there, ma'am, to interfere with?" "It never occurred to me before, sir," returned Mrs. Sparsit; "but now you mention it, should think it highly probable." "Then suppose you try, ma'am,"... | of your powers of mind, to eat her meals by herself, and not to be intruded upon. I really ought to apologise to you being only Josiah Bounderby of Coketown for having stood in your light so long." "because I can take the opportunity of saying a word to you, before you go. Mrs. Sparsit, ma'am, I rather think you are cr... | female may be highly connected, but she can't be permitted to bother and badger a man in my position, and I am not going to put up with it." (Mr. Bounderby felt it necessary to get on: foreseeing that if he allowed of details, he would be beaten.) Mrs. Sparsit first elevated, then knitted, her Coriolanian eyebrows; gat... | sir?" "I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am," said Bounderby; "and it appears to my poor judgment" "Oh! Pray, sir," Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, "don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has ... | Hard Times |
HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen when Paul (y... | No speaker | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | <|quote|>HOWARDS END By E. M. Forster CHAPTER I One may as well begin with Helen s letters to her sister. "Howards End," "Tuesday." "Dearest Meg," "It isn t going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen whe... | Howards End |
"I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley. I know no more than you do. We met--we only met the father and mother abroad last spring. I know so little that I didn t even know their son s name. It s all so--" | Margaret | and then the flood-gates opened.<|quote|>"I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley. I know no more than you do. We met--we only met the father and mother abroad last spring. I know so little that I didn t even know their son s name. It s all so--"</|quote|>She waved her hand and | was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened.<|quote|>"I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley. I know no more than you do. We met--we only met the father and mother abroad last spring. I know so little that I didn t even know their son s name. It s all so--"</|quote|>She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In tha... | Meg,--I do not know what you will say: Paul and I are in love--the younger son who only came here Wednesday." CHAPTER II Margaret glanced at her sister s note and pushed it over the breakfast-table to her aunt. There was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened.<|quote|>"I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley. I kn... | s like a rabbit warren. Evie is a dear. They want me to stop over Sunday--I suppose it won t matter if I do. Marvellous weather and the views marvellous--views westward to the high ground. Thank you for your letter. Burn this." "Your affectionate" "HELEN." "Howards End," "Sunday." "Dearest, dearest Meg,--I do not know ... | up the notion that equality is good from some book--probably from poetry, or you. Anyhow, it s been knocked into pieces, and, like all people who are really strong, Mr. Wilcox did it without hurting me. On the other hand, I laugh at them for catching hay fever. We live like fighting-cocks, and Charles takes us out ever... | "Howards End" "Friday" "Dearest Meg," "I am having a glorious time. I like them all. Mrs. Wilcox, if quieter than in Germany, is sweeter than ever, and I never saw anything like her steady unselfishness, and the best of it is that the others do not take advantage of her. They are the very happiest, jolliest family that... | covered with a vine. I looked out earlier, and Mrs. Wilcox was already in the garden. She evidently loves it. No wonder she sometimes looks tired. She was watching the large red poppies come out. Then she walked off the lawn to the meadow, whose corner to the right I can just see. Trail, trail, went her long dress over... | to the farm, which is the only house near us. There goes the breakfast gong. Much love. Modified love to Tibby. Love to Aunt Juley; how good of her to come and keep you company, but what a bore. Burn this. Will write again Thursday." "HELEN." "Howards End" "Friday" "Dearest Meg," "I am having a glorious time. I like th... | Howards End |
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