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She waved her hand and laughed a little. | No speaker | name. It s all so--"<|quote|>She waved her hand and laughed a little.</|quote|>"In that case it is | even know their son s name. It s all so--"<|quote|>She waved her hand and laughed a little.</|quote|>"In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, | s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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.</|quote|>"In that case it is ... | affectionate" "HELEN." "Howards End," "Sunday." "Dearest, dearest 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 flo... | them for catching hay fever. We live like fighting-cocks, and Charles takes us out every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it s li... | others do not take advantage of her. They are the very happiest, jolliest family that you can imagine. I do really feel that we are making friends. The fun of it is that they think me a noodle, and say so--at least, Mr. Wilcox does--and when that happens, and one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, isn t it? He says... | meadow, whose corner to the right I can just see. Trail, trail, went her long dress over the sopping grass, and she came back with her hands full of the hay that was cut yesterday--I suppose for rabbits or something, as she kept on smelling it. The air here is delicious. Later on I heard the noise of croquet balls, and... | point to a time when men had been equal, nor even to a time when the wish to be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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... | Howards End |
"In that case it is far too sudden." | Aunt Juley | hand and laughed a little.<|quote|>"In that case it is far too sudden."</|quote|>"Who knows, Aunt Juley, who | all so--" She waved her hand and laughed a little.<|quote|>"In that case it is far too sudden."</|quote|>"Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, 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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little.<|quote|>"In that case it is far too sudden."</|quote|>"Who knows, Aunt Juley, who... | 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. "I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley. I know no more than ... | fighting-cocks, and Charles takes us out every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it s like a rabbit warren. Evie is a dear. They w... | are the very happiest, jolliest family that you can imagine. I do really feel that we are making friends. The fun of it is that they think me a noodle, and say so--at least, Mr. Wilcox does--and when that happens, and one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suff... | just see. Trail, trail, went her long dress over the sopping grass, and she came back with her hands full of the hay that was cut yesterday--I suppose for rabbits or something, as she kept on smelling it. The air here is delicious. Later on I heard the noise of croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wi... | see ducks through it and a cow. These belong 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 ... | Howards End |
"Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" | Margaret | it is far too sudden."<|quote|>"Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?"</|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear, I mean, | a little. "In that case it is far too sudden."<|quote|>"Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?"</|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical | 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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden."<|quote|>"Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?"</|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we... | 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. "I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley. I know no more than you do. We met--we only met the fath... | in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it s like a rabbit warren. Evie is a dear. They want me to stop over Sunday--I suppose it won t matt... | can imagine. I do really feel that we are making friends. The fun of it is that they think me a noodle, and say so--at least, Mr. Wilcox does--and when that happens, and one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suffrage so nicely, and when I said I believed in eq... | over the sopping grass, and she came back with her hands full of the hay that was cut yesterday--I suppose for rabbits or something, as she kept on smelling it. The air here is delicious. Later on I heard the noise of croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games.... | Charles takes us out every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it s like a rabbit warren. Evie is a dear. They want me to stop over ... | Howards End |
"But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." | Aunt Juley | knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?"<|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely."</|quote|>"Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" | is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?"<|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely."</|quote|>"Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her | 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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?"<|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that ... | 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. "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 sprin... | in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it 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 a... | that we are making friends. The fun of it is that they think me a noodle, and say so--at least, Mr. Wilcox does--and when that happens, and one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suffrage so nicely, and when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms... | came back with her hands full of the hay that was cut yesterday--I suppose for rabbits or something, as she kept on smelling it. The air here is delicious. Later on I heard the noise of croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games. Presently he started sneezing a... | the wish to be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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,... | Howards End |
"Who knows!" | Margaret | It is too sudden, surely."<|quote|>"Who knows!"</|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll | we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely."<|quote|>"Who knows!"</|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," | s name. It s all so--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely."<|quote|>"Who knows!"</|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her... | her aunt. There was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that... | we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it 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... | does--and when that happens, and one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suffrage so nicely, and when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms and gave me such a setting down as I ve never had. Meg, shall we ever learn to talk less? I never felt so ... | smelling it. The air here is delicious. Later on I heard the noise of croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games. Presently he started sneezing and had to stop. Then I hear more clicketing, and it is Mr. Wilcox practising, and then, a-tissue, a-tissue : he has ... | 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 every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings o... | Howards End |
"But, Margaret, dear--" | Aunt Juley | too sudden, surely." "Who knows!"<|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear--"</|quote|>"I ll go for her | come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!"<|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear--"</|quote|>"I ll go for her other letters," said Margaret. "No, | It s all so--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!"<|quote|>"But, Margaret, dear--"</|quote|>"I ll go for her other l... | There was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it i... | up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it 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... | that happens, and one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suffrage so nicely, and when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms and gave me such a setting down as I ve never had. Meg, shall we ever learn to talk less? I never felt so ashamed of myse... | The air here is delicious. Later on I heard the noise of croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games. Presently he started sneezing and had to stop. Then I hear more clicketing, and it is Mr. Wilcox practising, and then, a-tissue, a-tissue : he has to stop too. ... | 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 you can imagine. I do really feel that we are making friends. The fun of it is that they think me a noodle, and say so--at least, Mr. Wi... | Howards End |
"I ll go for her other letters," | Margaret | "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--"<|quote|>"I ll go for her other letters,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "No, I won | It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--"<|quote|>"I ll go for her other letters,"</|quote|>said Margaret. "No, I won t, I ll finish my | so--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--"<|quote|>"I ll go for her other letters,"</|quote|>... | moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too su... | lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it 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," "Sun... | one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suffrage so nicely, and when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms and gave me such a setting down as I ve never had. Meg, shall we ever learn to talk less? I never felt so ashamed of myself in my life. I c... | is delicious. Later on I heard the noise of croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games. Presently he started sneezing and had to stop. Then I hear more clicketing, and it is Mr. Wilcox practising, and then, a-tissue, a-tissue : he has to stop too. Then Evie com... | 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 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 ... | Howards End |
said Margaret. | No speaker | go for her other letters,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"No, I won t, I | "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In | a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters,"<|quote|>said Margaret.</|quote|>"No, I won t, I ll fin... | opened. "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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows... | now--it 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 n... | pretty sure test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suffrage so nicely, and when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms and gave me such a setting down as I ve never had. Meg, shall we ever learn to talk less? I never felt so ashamed of myself in my life. I couldn t point to a time w... | noise of croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games. Presently he started sneezing and had to stop. Then I hear more clicketing, and it is Mr. Wilcox practising, and then, a-tissue, a-tissue : he has to stop too. Then Evie comes out, and does some calisthenic e... | and when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms and gave me such a setting down as I ve never had. Meg, shall we ever learn to talk less? I never felt so ashamed of myself in my life. I couldn t point to a time when men had been equal, nor even to a time when the wish to be equal had made them happier in... | Howards End |
"No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and... | Margaret | her other letters," said Margaret.<|quote|>"No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the sev... | dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," said Margaret.<|quote|>"No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Spey... | "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," said Margaret.<|quote|>"No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. 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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Ma... | 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 wh... | test, isn t it? He says the most horrid things about woman s suffrage so nicely, and when I said I believed in equality he just folded his arms and gave me such a setting down as I ve never had. Meg, shall we ever learn to talk less? I never felt so ashamed of myself in my life. I couldn t point to a time when men had ... | croquet balls, and looked out again, and it was Charles Wilcox practising; they are keen on all games. Presently he started sneezing and had to stop. Then I hear more clicketing, and it is Mr. Wilcox practising, and then, a-tissue, a-tissue : he has to stop too. Then Evie comes out, and does some calisthenic exercises ... | it is that the others do not take advantage of her. They are the very happiest, jolliest family that you can imagine. I do really feel that we are making friends. The fun of it is that they think me a noodle, and say so--at least, Mr. Wilcox does--and when that happens, and one doesn t mind, it s a pretty sure test, is... | Howards End |
"I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." | Aunt Juley | the name of Priest Street."<|quote|>"I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret."</|quote|>"The train crossed by a | Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street."<|quote|>"I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret."</|quote|>"The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at | to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street."<|quote|>"I still feel quite uneasy about t... | come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," said Margaret. "No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that th... | note and pushed it over the breakfast-table to her aunt. There was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" Sh... | wish to be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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 l... | And finally Mrs. Wilcox reappears, trail, trail, still smelling hay and looking at the flowers. I inflict all this on you because once you said that life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish tother from which, and up to now I have always put that down as Meg s clever nonsense.... | tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it 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. Marv... | Howards End |
"The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our s... | Margaret | uneasy about this business, Margaret."<|quote|>"The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and c... | Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret."<|quote|>"The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure.... | our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret."<|quote|>"The train cro... | knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," said Margaret. "No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Ar... | aunt. There was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that cas... | other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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 li... | hay and looking at the flowers. I inflict all this on you because once you said that life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish tother from which, and up to now I have always put that down as Meg s clever nonsense. But this morning, it really does seem not life but a play, and ... | 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 |
She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profo... | No speaker | account of--I don t know."<|quote|>She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the in... | off till Monday, perhaps on account of--I don t know."<|quote|>She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose ... | Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was to have come back Saturday, but put off till Monday, perhaps on account of--I don t know."<|quote|>She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their hous... | they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s a... | sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, ... | 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. "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 sprin... | 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 them all. Mrs. Wilcox, if quieter than in Germany, is ... | It s all so--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve come to facts. It is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," said Mar... | Howards End |
"The Germans," | Aunt Juley | were ill understood in Germany.<|quote|>"The Germans,"</|quote|>she said, "are too thorough, | that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany.<|quote|>"The Germans,"</|quote|>she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very | and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany.<|quote|>"The Germans,"</|quote|>she said, "... | measure of peace. These, too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain tim... | perhaps on account of--I don t know." She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the... | know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The c... | my life. I couldn t point to a time when men had been equal, nor even to a time when the wish to be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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 p... | ll go for her other letters," said Margaret. "No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the s... | Howards End |
she said, | No speaker | understood in Germany. "The Germans,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"are too thorough, and this | principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, | trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"are too ... | peace. These, too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torr... | account of--I don t know." She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible ... | Maintz, and Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had be... | I couldn t point to a time when men had been equal, nor even to a time when the wish to be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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... | been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s ill... | Howards End |
"are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." | Aunt Juley | Germany. "The Germans," she said,<|quote|>"are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do."</|quote|>"Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are | restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said,<|quote|>"are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do."</|quote|>"Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes | gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said,<|quote|>"are too thorough, and this ... | too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. F... | don t know." She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed... | Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, a... | t point to a time when men had been equal, nor even to a time when the wish to be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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 real... | still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole d... | Howards End |
"Exactly," | Margaret | times it does not do."<|quote|>"Exactly,"</|quote|>said Margaret; "Germans are too | well sometimes, but at other times it does not do."<|quote|>"Exactly,"</|quote|>said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began | that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do."<|quote|>"Exactly,"</|quote|>said Margaret; "Ger... | itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so... | in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory c... | still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole d... | to be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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 ... | whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they... | Howards End |
said Margaret; | No speaker | it does not do." "Exactly,"<|quote|>said Margaret;</|quote|>"Germans are too thorough." And | sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly,"<|quote|>said Margaret;</|quote|>"Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. | never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly,"<|quote|>said Margaret;</|quote|>"Germans ... | higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misgui... | Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory cons... | feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, an... | be equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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 ... | together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was to have come back Saturday, but put off till Monday, perhaps on account... | Howards End |
"Germans are too thorough." | Margaret | not do." "Exactly," said Margaret;<|quote|>"Germans are too thorough."</|quote|>And her eyes began to | at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret;<|quote|>"Germans are too thorough."</|quote|>And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard | should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret;<|quote|>"Germans are too thorough."</|q... | higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to v... | and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats-... | uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came acro... | had made them happier in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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 ... | had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s... | Howards End |
And her eyes began to shine. | No speaker | Margaret; "Germans are too thorough."<|quote|>And her eyes began to shine.</|quote|>"Of course I regard you | does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough."<|quote|>And her eyes began to shine.</|quote|>"Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. | misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough."<|quote|>And her eyes began t... | soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of h... | a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with caver... | Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were e... | in other ways. I couldn t say a word. I had just picked 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... | is too sudden, surely." "Who knows!" "But, Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," said Margaret. "No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand ol... | Howards End |
"Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," | Aunt Juley | her eyes began to shine.<|quote|>"Of course I regard you Schlegels as English,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English | "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine.<|quote|>"Of course I regard you Schlegels as English,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned | added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine.<|quote|>"Of course I regard y... | her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the princip... | it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges an... | bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public ... | say a word. I had just picked 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,... | us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of th... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt hastily--" | No speaker | regard you Schlegels as English,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt hastily--"</|quote|>"English to the backbone." Margaret | to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt hastily--"</|quote|>"English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her | of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt has... | decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germa... | sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gain... | looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had bee... | 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 every d... | 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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that w... | Howards End |
"English to the backbone." | Aunt Juley | English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--"<|quote|>"English to the backbone."</|quote|>Margaret leaned forward and stroked | I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--"<|quote|>"English to the backbone."</|quote|>Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds | understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--"<|quote|>"English to the ... | a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she sai... | or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older house... | oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were a... | 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 every day in the motor--a tomb w... | come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was to have come back Saturday, b... | Howards End |
Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. | No speaker | hastily--" "English to the backbone."<|quote|>Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand.</|quote|>"And that reminds me--Helen s | as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone."<|quote|>Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand.</|quote|>"And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, | Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone."<|quote|>Margaret leaned f... | was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and... | estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a cer... | we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at ... | 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 every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a... | of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structur... | Howards End |
"And that reminds me--Helen s letter." | Aunt Juley | forward and stroked her hand.<|quote|>"And that reminds me--Helen s letter."</|quote|>"Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I | to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand.<|quote|>"And that reminds me--Helen s letter."</|quote|>"Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about | this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand.<|quote|>"And that remi... | torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well someti... | invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace. These, too, would ... | cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Hel... | 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 every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made... | As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was... | Howards End |
"Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." | Margaret | that reminds me--Helen s letter."<|quote|>"Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down."</|quote|>"But go with some plan," | and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter."<|quote|>"Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down."</|quote|>"But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into | but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter."<|quote|>"Oh yes,... | she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "... | profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace. These, too, would be swept away in time, and anoth... | by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to H... | 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 every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--... | I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln... | Howards End |
"But go with some plan," | Aunt Juley | am meaning to go down."<|quote|>"But go with some plan,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, admitting into | about her all right. I am meaning to go down."<|quote|>"But go with some plan,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note | to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down."<|quote|>"But go with some plan,"</|quote|>said Mrs. M... | in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret... | a certain measure of peace. These, too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying t... | had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s... | out every day in the motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it s like a rabbit warren. Evie is a dear. They want me to stop over Sunday--I suppose... | Margaret, dear--" "I ll go for her other letters," said Margaret. "No, I won t, I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Sp... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. | No speaker | "But go with some plan,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation.</|quote|>"Margaret, if I may interfere, | am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation.</|quote|>"Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by | forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note... | said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her... | These, too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of ... | actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so las... | motor--a tomb with trees in it, a hermit s house, a wonderful road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it s like a rabbit warren. Evie is a dear. They want me to stop over Sunday--I suppose it won t matter if I... | five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually... | Howards End |
"Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature an... | Aunt Juley | voice a note of exasperation.<|quote|>"Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when ... | Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation.<|quote|>"Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and A... | yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation.<|quote|>"Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surpri... | at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley,... | arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and de... | must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young... | road that was made by the Kings of Mercia--tennis--a cricket match--bridge and at night we squeeze up in this lovely house. The whole clan s here now--it 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 westwa... | to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was to have come back Saturday, but put off till Monday, perhaps on account of--I don t know." She broke off, and listened ... | Howards End |
"I gathered nothing." | Margaret | Helen happy? Did you gather--"<|quote|>"I gathered nothing."</|quote|>They began to talk at | Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--"<|quote|>"I gathered nothing."</|quote|>They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" | they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--"<|quote|>"I gathered nothing."</|quote|>They began to talk a... | into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most importa... | and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds ... | She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profo... | 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. "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 sprin... | to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is al... | Howards End |
They began to talk at once. | No speaker | you gather--" "I gathered nothing."<|quote|>They began to talk at once.</|quote|>"Then in that case--" "In | to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing."<|quote|>They began to talk at once.</|quote|>"Then in that case--" "In that case I can make | Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing."<|quote|>They began to talk at once.</|quote|>"Then in... | voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come... | all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s ... | and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence whi... | 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. "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 ... | well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was to have come back Saturday, but put off till Monday, perhaps on account of--I don t know." She... | Howards End |
"Then in that case--" | Aunt Juley | began to talk at once.<|quote|>"Then in that case--"</|quote|>"In that case I can | gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once.<|quote|>"Then in that case--"</|quote|>"In that case I can make no plans, don t | important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once.<|quote|>"Then in that case--"</|quote|>"In that case I can... | if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most... | other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I ... | a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were stil... | 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. "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... | We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. W... | Howards End |
"In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." | Margaret | once. "Then in that case--"<|quote|>"In that case I can make no plans, don t you see."</|quote|>"On the contrary--" "I hate | They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--"<|quote|>"In that case I can make no plans, don t you see."</|quote|>"On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of | to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--"<|quote|>"In that case I can make no plans, don t you see."</... | don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old ... | not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all righ... | house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the pr... | s note and pushed it over the breakfast-table to her aunt. There was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" ... | day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some dr... | Howards End |
"On the contrary--" | Aunt Juley | plans, don t you see."<|quote|>"On the contrary--"</|quote|>"I hate plans. I hate | case I can make no plans, don t you see."<|quote|>"On the contrary--"</|quote|>"I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn | the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see."<|quote|>"On the contrary--"</|quote|>"I hate plans. I hate lines of action.... | Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be i... | began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking ab... | of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls... | was a moment s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far ... | thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and s... | Howards End |
"I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." | Margaret | you see." "On the contrary--"<|quote|>"I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby."</|quote|>"Then in that case, my | make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--"<|quote|>"I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby."</|quote|>"Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret | She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--"<|quote|>"I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby."... | our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to mar... | "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all righ... | it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges an... | s hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." ... | Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory cons... | Howards End |
"Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" | Aunt Juley | Helen isn t a baby."<|quote|>"Then in that case, my dear, why go down?"</|quote|>Margaret was silent. If her | I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby."<|quote|>"Then in that case, my dear, why go down?"</|quote|>Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why | he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby."<|quote|>"Then in that case, my dear, why go down?"</|quote|>Margaret... | my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothi... | to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting in... | rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses o... | 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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mu... | now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was to have come back Saturday, but put off till Monday, perhaps on account of--I don t know." She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main t... | Howards End |
Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in l... | No speaker | my dear, why go down?"<|quote|>Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If sh... | baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?"<|quote|>Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their ex... | "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?"<|quote|>Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go dow... | they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in ... | hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if ... | the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace. These, too, wo... | 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--" She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?" "But, Margaret, dear, I mean, we mustn t be unpractical now that we ve co... | declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are... | Howards End |
"I consider you odd girls," | Aunt Juley | the voiceless language of sympathy.<|quote|>"I consider you odd girls,"</|quote|>continued Mrs. Munt, "and very | only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy.<|quote|>"I consider you odd girls,"</|quote|>continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many | of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy.<|quote|>"I consider you odd girls,"</... | baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression... | to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered no... | a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she sai... | I ll finish my breakfast. In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln. Those t... | She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in G... | Howards End |
continued Mrs. Munt, | No speaker | "I consider you odd girls,"<|quote|>continued Mrs. Munt,</|quote|>"and very wonderful girls, and | the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls,"<|quote|>continued Mrs. Munt,</|quote|>"and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older | are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls,"<|quote|>continued Mrs. Munt,</|quote|>... | my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she hersel... | special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began... | trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and thi... | In fact, I haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln. Those three sees once commanded t... | hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are t... | Howards End |
"and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." | Aunt Juley | odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt,<|quote|>"and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage."</|quote|>She spread out her plump | of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt,<|quote|>"and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage."</|quote|>She spread out... | than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt,<|quote|>"and very wonderful girls, ... | go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever... | person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once... | time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very w... | haven t them. We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer. Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Va... | purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace. These, too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that ... | Howards End |
She spread out her plump arms. | No speaker | call me back to Swanage."<|quote|>She spread out her plump arms.</|quote|>"I am all at your | Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage."<|quote|>She spread out her plump arms.</|quote|>"I am all at your disposal. Let me go down | consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage."<|quote|>She spread out her plump arms.</|quote|... | her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mr... | he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If h... | in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret... | seven electors--you know-- Speyer, Maintz, and Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen th... | certain measure of peace. These, too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to ... | Howards End |
"I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." | Aunt Juley | spread out her plump arms.<|quote|>"I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you."</|quote|>"Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up | me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms.<|quote|>"I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you."</|quote|>"Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, | Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms.<|quote|>"I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to th... | reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls,... | Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she m... | "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand.... | Koln. Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street." "I still feel quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, a... | accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English,"... | Howards End |
"Aunt Juley" | Margaret | I forget instead of you."<|quote|>"Aunt Juley"</|quote|>"--she jumped up and kissed | to this house whose name I forget instead of you."<|quote|>"Aunt Juley"</|quote|>"--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go | I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you."<|quote|>"Aunt Juley"</|quote|>"--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, mu... | she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this bu... | can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be ne... | Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I... | quite uneasy about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and cam... | away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomat... | Howards End |
"--she jumped up and kissed her--" | No speaker | instead of you." "Aunt Juley"<|quote|>"--she jumped up and kissed her--"</|quote|>"I must, must go to | house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley"<|quote|>"--she jumped up and kissed her--"</|quote|>"I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don | you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley"<|quote|>"--she jumped up and kissed her--"</|quote|>"I must, must go t... | Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It... | no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at... | are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go do... | about this business, Margaret." "The train crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the ... | "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I m... | Howards End |
"I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." | Margaret | jumped up and kissed her--"<|quote|>"I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering."</|quote|>"I do understand," retorted Mrs. | of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--"<|quote|>"I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering."</|quote|>"I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I | business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--"<|quote|>"I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t ... | housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I... | "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life."... | began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking ab... | crossed by a bridge of boats, and at first sight it looked quite fine. But oh, in five minutes we had seen the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches i... | Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany. "The Germ... | Howards End |
"I do understand," | Aunt Juley | thank you properly for offering."<|quote|>"I do understand,"</|quote|>retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense | understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering."<|quote|>"I do understand,"</|quote|>retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in | "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering."<|quote|>"I do understand,"</|quote|>retorted Mrs. Munt,... | Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house... | why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ... | and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation... | the whole thing. The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and ... | you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger s... | Howards End |
retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. | No speaker | for offering." "I do understand,"<|quote|>retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence.</|quote|>"I go down in no | can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand,"<|quote|>retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence.</|quote|>"I go down in no spirit of interference, but to | at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand,"<|quote|>retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confi... | wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I fo... | Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in l... | hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if ... | The cathedral had been ruined, absolutely ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked... | thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the W... | Howards End |
"I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds o... | Aunt Juley | Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence.<|quote|>"I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of yo... | offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence.<|quote|>"I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whol... | down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence.<|quote|>"I go down in no spir... | far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley"... | could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, ... | letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by s... | ruined, by restoration; not an inch left of the original structure. We wasted a whole day, and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens. They too, poor things, had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen s insisting that they must fly with... | they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in ... | Howards End |
"I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." | Margaret | that one minds offending them."<|quote|>"I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no.... | one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them."<|quote|>"I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans,... | make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them."<|quote|>"I shall ask no question... | you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are n... | man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to th... | taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the... | matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least, I was asked too, but Tibby s illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone. That s all. You know as much as I do now. It s a young man out of the unknown. She was to h... | about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case-... | Howards End |
Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. | No speaker | of action--no, Aunt Juley, no."<|quote|>Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life.</|quote|>"If Helen ha... | but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no."<|quote|>Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her p... | it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no."<|quote|>Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but fi... | am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them." "I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are i... | to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t ... | old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen ... | s a young man out of the unknown. She was to have come back Saturday, but put off till Monday, perhaps on account of--I don t know." She broke off, and listened to the sounds of a London morning. Their house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughf... | said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and... | Howards End |
"If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" | Margaret | in her path through life.<|quote|>"If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--"</|quote|>"Dear Margaret, do come into | to all that she encountered in her path through life.<|quote|>"If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--"</|quote|>"Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the | but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path thro... | minds offending them." "I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurrie... | forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquirie... | "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sist... | house was in Wickham Place, and fairly quiet, for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the pr... | Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he ... | Howards End |
"Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." | Aunt Juley | assistant or a penniless clerk--"<|quote|>"Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters."</|quote|>"--or if she had wanted | to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--"<|quote|>"Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters."</|quote|>"--or if she had wanted to marry the man who | supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--"<|quote|>"Dear ... | she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the p... | to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to... | hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are mor... | from the main thoroughfare. One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and p... | she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be of... | Howards End |
"--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." | Margaret | maids are dusting the banisters."<|quote|>"--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same."</|quote|>Then, with one of those | shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters."<|quote|>"--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same."</|quote|>Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt | vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters."<|quote|>"--or if she had wanted to ... | to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a c... | "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes... | why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ... | flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace.... | me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if I may interfere, don t b... | Howards End |
Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added: | No speaker | should have said the same."<|quote|>Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added:</|quote|>"Though in the case of | calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same."<|quote|>Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added:</|quote|>"Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want | the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same."<|quote|>Then, with one of those turns that convinced... | lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written t... | inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them." "I shall ask no questions. I have it ... | going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she... | the promontory consisted of flats--expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace. These, too, would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself ... | Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lin... | Howards End |
"Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." | Margaret | a barren theorist, she added:<|quote|>"Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say."</|quote|>"I should think so," said | type that she was not a barren theorist, she added:<|quote|>"Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say."</|quote|>"I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I | if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added:<|quote|>"Though in the case of Carter Paterson I shoul... | a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who ... | offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them." "I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you l... | than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in m... | would be swept away in time, and another promontory would arise upon their site, as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feelin... | happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see wh... | Howards End |
"I should think so," | Aunt Juley | engagement indeed, I must say."<|quote|>"I should think so,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, | to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say."<|quote|>"I should think so,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. | one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say."<|quote|>"I should think so,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt; "... | to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that sh... | no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely bril... | Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It... | on the precious soil of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it... | isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their ex... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt; | No speaker | say." "I should think so,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt;</|quote|>"and, indeed, I can scarcely | long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt;</|quote|>"and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine | that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt;</|quote|>"and, indeed, I can ... | shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad ... | it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled wit... | from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person... | of London. Mrs. Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her ow... | to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son be? She says younger son. Would he be in a position to marry? Is he likely to make Helen happy? Did you gather--" "I gathered nothing." They began to talk at once. "Then in that case--" "In that case I can make no plans, don t you see." "On the c... | Howards End |
"and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are ... | Aunt Juley | think so," said Mrs. Munt;<|quote|>"and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see... | I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt;<|quote|>"and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in... | aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt;<|quote|>"and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, ju... | a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convin... | s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something ... | but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothi... | Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces. She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical, and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk. Feeling very diplomatic, she lamented the fate of Speyer, and declared that never, never should she be so misguided as to visit it, and added of her own accord that th... | sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Sw... | Howards End |
Margaret was down on this. | No speaker | are likely to lead to."<|quote|>Margaret was down on this.</|quote|>"But you implied just now | things are and where they are likely to lead to."<|quote|>Margaret was down on this.</|quote|>"But you implied just now that the engagement must be | anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to."<|quote|>Margaret was down on this.</|quote|>"But yo... | that she was not a barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but... | of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are d... | to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do under... | ill understood in Germany. "The Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the back... | no plans, don t you see." "On the contrary--" "I hate plans. I hate lines of action. Helen isn t a baby." "Then in that case, my dear, why go down?" Margaret was silent. If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at... | Howards End |
"But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." | Margaret | Margaret was down on this.<|quote|>"But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off."</|quote|>"I think probably it must; | are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this.<|quote|>"But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off."</|quote|>"I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break | the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this.<|quote|>"But you implied just now that the engage... | barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people w... | as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had want... | her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, ... | Germans," she said, "are too thorough, and this is all very well sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward a... | to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them." "I shall ask no questions. I ... | Howards End |
"I think probably it must; but slowly." | Aunt Juley | engagement must be broken off."<|quote|>"I think probably it must; but slowly."</|quote|>"Can you break an engagement | implied just now that the engagement must be broken off."<|quote|>"I think probably it must; but slowly."</|quote|>"Can you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit | mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off."<|quote|>"I think probably it must; but slowly."</|... | should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is want... | she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said... | down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of in... | sometimes, but at other times it does not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh y... | your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them." "I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of actio... | Howards End |
"Can you break an engagement off slowly?" | Margaret | probably it must; but slowly."<|quote|>"Can you break an engagement off slowly?"</|quote|>Her eyes lit up. "What | be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly."<|quote|>"Can you break an engagement off slowly?"</|quote|>Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagement made of, | is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly."<|quote|>"Can you break an engagement off slowly?"</|quote... | long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go s... | "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns ... | forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquirie... | not do." "Exactly," said Margaret; "Germans are too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all righ... | It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand... | Howards End |
Her eyes lit up. | No speaker | break an engagement off slowly?"<|quote|>Her eyes lit up.</|quote|>"What s an engagement made | must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?"<|quote|>Her eyes lit up.</|quote|>"What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I | go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?"<|quote|>Her eyes lit up.</|quote|>"What s an e... | should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see ... | me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she w... | jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going ... | too thorough." And her eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down a... | to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described... | Howards End |
"What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different." | Margaret | slowly?" Her eyes lit up.<|quote|>"What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different."</|quote|>"Exactly so. But won t | you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up.<|quote|>"What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different."</|quote|>"Exactly so. But won t you... | this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up.<|quote|>"What s an engagement made of, do you supp... | Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and wher... | assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad reall... | her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would... | eyes began to shine. "Of course I regard you Schlegels as English," said Mrs. Munt hastily--" "English to the backbone." Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand. "And that reminds me--Helen s letter." "Oh yes, Aunt Juley, I am thinking all right about Helen s letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinki... | she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the p... | Howards End |
"Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards House, and save you all the discomfort? I will really not interfere, but I do so thoroughly understand the kind of thing you Schlegels want that one quiet look round will be enough for me." | Aunt Juley | of degree. They re different."<|quote|>"Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards House, and save you all the discomfort? I will really not interfere, but I do so thoroughly understand the kind of thing you Schlegels want that one quiet look round will be enough for me."</|quote|>Margaret again thanked ... | stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different."<|quote|>"Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards House, and save you all the discomfort? I will really not interfere, but I do so thoroughly understand the kind of thing you Schlegels want that one quiet look round will be enough for me."</|qu... | slowly?" Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different."<|quote|>"Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards Hous... | will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagement ma... | one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I ca... | are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the wrong thing; to a certainty you would. In your anxiety for Helen s happiness you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes by asking one of your impetuous questions--not that one minds offending them." "I shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing th... | letter. I know--I must go down and see her. I am thinking about her all right. I am meaning to go down." "But go with some plan," said Mrs. Munt, admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation. "Margaret, if I may interfere, don t be taken by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are t... | shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad ... | Howards End |
Margaret again thanked her, again kissed her, and then ran upstairs to see her brother. He was not so well. The hay fever had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory condition. The only thing that made life worth living was the... | No speaker | will be enough for me."<|quote|>Margaret again thanked her, again kissed her, and then ran upstairs to see her brother. He was not so well. The hay fever had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory condition. The only thing tha... | that one quiet look round will be enough for me."<|quote|>Margaret again thanked her, again kissed her, and then ran upstairs to see her brother. He was not so well. The hay fever had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory con... | re different." "Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards House, and save you all the discomfort? I will really not interfere, but I do so thoroughly understand the kind of thing you Schlegels want that one quiet look round will be enough for me."<|quote|>Margaret again thanked her, again kissed her, an... | engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different." "Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howar... | must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this busi... | shall ask no questions. I have it in Helen s writing that she and a man are in love. There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that. All the rest isn t worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supr... | by surprise. What do you think of the Wilcoxes? Are they our sort? Are they likely people? Could they appreciate Helen, who is to my mind a very special sort of person? Do they care about Literature and Art? That is most important when you come to think of it. Literature and Art. Most important. How old would the son b... | requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, t... | Howards End |
"Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go." | Margaret | into the library, she cried:<|quote|>"Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go."</|quote|>There was a train from | decision to another. Running downstairs into the library, she cried:<|quote|>"Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go."</|quote|>There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. | and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing rapidly from one decision to another. Running downstairs into the library, she cried:<|quote|>"Yes, I have changed my mind; I do ... | the day. It was rather difficult. Something must be done about Helen. She must be assured that it is not a criminal offence to love at first sight. A telegram to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might i... | but I do so thoroughly understand the kind of thing you Schlegels want that one quiet look round will be enough for me." Margaret again thanked her, again kissed her, and then ran upstairs to see her brother. He was not so well. The hay fever had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his... | barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of Carter Paterson I should want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people w... | affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and v... | dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theorist, she added: "Though in the case of C... | Howards End |
There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. | No speaker | wish that you would go."<|quote|>There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station.</|quote|>"You will remember, Aunt Juley, | changed my mind; I do wish that you would go."<|quote|>There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station.</|quote|>"You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into | accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing rapidly from one decision to another. Running downstairs into the library, she cried: "Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go."<|quote|>There was a train from King s Cross a... | must be assured that it is not a criminal offence to love at first sight. A telegram to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down t... | that one quiet look round will be enough for me." Margaret again thanked her, again kissed her, and then ran upstairs to see her brother. He was not so well. The hay fever had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory condition. ... | want it to be a very long engagement indeed, I must say." "I should think so," said Mrs. Munt; "and, indeed, I can scarcely follow you. Now, just imagine if you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a... | she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be of... | worth a straw. A long engagement if you like, but inquiries, questions, plans, lines of action--no, Aunt Juley, no." Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere respons... | Howards End |
"You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong." | Margaret | her aunt to the station.<|quote|>"You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong."<... | Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station.<|quote|>"You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is ... | Running downstairs into the library, she cried: "Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go." There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station.<|quote|>"You will remember, Aunt Juley, not t... | moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing rapidly from one decision to another. Running downstairs into the library, she cr... | The hay fever had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory condition. The only thing that made life worth living was the thought of Walter Savage Landor, from whose Imaginary Conversations she had promised to read at frequent in... | you said anything of that sort to the Wilcoxes. I understand it, but most good people would think you mad. Imagine how disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implie... | language of sympathy. "I consider you odd girls," continued Mrs. Munt, "and very wonderful girls, and in many ways far older than your years. But--you won t be offended? frankly, I feel you are not up to this business. It requires an older person. Dear, I have nothing to call me back to Swanage." She spread out her plu... | who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagemen... | Howards End |
"So uncivilised?" | Aunt Juley | is so uncivilised and wrong."<|quote|>"So uncivilised?"</|quote|>queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that | besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong."<|quote|>"So uncivilised?"</|quote|>queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point | "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong."<|quote|>"So uncivilised?"</|quote... | Running downstairs into the library, she cried: "Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go." There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be dra... | promised to read at frequent intervals during the day. It was rather difficult. Something must be done about Helen. She must be assured that it is not a criminal offence to love at first sight. A telegram to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arriv... | lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. I... | me back to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I ... | disconcerting for Helen! What is wanted is a person who will go slowly, slowly in this business, and see how things are and where they are likely to lead to." Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagemen... | Howards End |
queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark. | No speaker | uncivilised and wrong." "So uncivilised?"<|quote|>queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark.</|quote|>"Oh, I used an affected | sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong." "So uncivilised?"<|quote|>queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark.</|quote|>"Oh, I used an affected word. I only meant would | remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong." "So uncivilised?"<|quote|>queried Mrs. Munt... | into the library, she cried: "Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go." There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing ... | read at frequent intervals during the day. It was rather difficult. Something must be done about Helen. She must be assured that it is not a criminal offence to love at first sight. A telegram to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said... | Margaret was down on this. "But you implied just now that the engagement must be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is diffe... | to Swanage." She spread out her plump arms. "I am all at your disposal. Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do under... | of both qualities--something best described as a profound vivacity, a continual and sincere response to all that she encountered in her path through life. "If Helen had written the same to me about a shop assistant or a penniless clerk--" "Dear Margaret, do come into the library and shut the door. Your good maids are d... | Howards End |
"Oh, I used an affected word. I only meant would you please talk the thing over only with Helen." | Margaret | point of some brilliant remark.<|quote|>"Oh, I used an affected word. I only meant would you please talk the thing over only with Helen."</|quote|>"Only with Helen." "Because--" But | that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark.<|quote|>"Oh, I used an affected word. I only meant would you please talk the thing over only with Helen."</|quote|>"Only with Helen." "Because--" But it was no moment to | to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong." "So uncivilised?" queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark.<|quote|>"Oh, I used an affe... | that you would go." There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yo... | done about Helen. She must be assured that it is not a criminal offence to love at first sight. A telegram to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, ... | be broken off." "I think probably it must; but slowly." "Can you break an engagement off slowly?" Her eyes lit up. "What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. Th... | Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you." "Aunt Juley" "--she jumped up and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no sp... | all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory condition. The only thing that made life worth living was the thought of Walter Savage Landor, from whose Imaginary Conversations she had promised to read at frequent intervals during the day. It was rather diff... | Howards End |
"Only with Helen." | Aunt Juley | thing over only with Helen."<|quote|>"Only with Helen."</|quote|>"Because--" But it was no | would you please talk the thing over only with Helen."<|quote|>"Only with Helen."</|quote|>"Because--" But it was no moment to expound the personal | their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong." "So uncivilised?" queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark. "Oh, I used an affected word. I only meant would you please talk the thing over only with Helen."<|quote|>"Only with Helen."</|quo... | rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, ... | A telegram to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing... | lit up. "What s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different." "Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards House, and save you all the di... | and kissed her--" "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude... | not so well. The hay fever had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory condition. The only thing that made life worth living was the thought of Walter Savage Landor, from whose Imaginary Conversations she had promised to read a... | Howards End |
"Because--" | Margaret | with Helen." "Only with Helen."<|quote|>"Because--"</|quote|>But it was no moment | talk the thing over only with Helen." "Only with Helen."<|quote|>"Because--"</|quote|>But it was no moment to expound the personal nature | yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong." "So uncivilised?" queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark. "Oh, I used an affected word. I only meant would you please talk the thing over only with Helen." "Only with Helen."<|quote|>"Because--"</|quote|>But i... | asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing... | this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing rapidly from ... | s an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different." "Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards House, and save you all the discomfort? I wi... | "I must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say th... | and shut the door. Your good maids are dusting the banisters." "--or if she had wanted to marry the man who calls for Carter Paterson, I should have said the same." Then, with one of those turns that convinced her aunt that she was not mad really, and convinced observers of another type that she was not a barren theori... | Howards End |
But it was no moment to expound the personal nature of love. Even Margaret shrank from it, and contented herself with stroking her good aunt s hand, and with meditating, half sensibly and half poetically, on the journey that was about to begin from King s Cross. Like many others who have lived long in a great capital, ... | No speaker | Helen." "Only with Helen." "Because--"<|quote|>But it was no moment to expound the personal nature of love. Even Margaret shrank from it, and contented herself with stroking her good aunt s hand, and with meditating, half sensibly and half poetically, on the journey that was about to begin from King s Cross. Like many ... | the thing over only with Helen." "Only with Helen." "Because--"<|quote|>But it was no moment to expound the personal nature of love. Even Margaret shrank from it, and contented herself with stroking her good aunt s hand, and with meditating, half sensibly and half poetically, on the journey that was about to begin from... | and, besides, that sort of thing is so uncivilised and wrong." "So uncivilised?" queried Mrs. Munt, fearing that she was losing the point of some brilliant remark. "Oh, I used an affected word. I only meant would you please talk the thing over only with Helen." "Only with Helen." "Because--"<|quote|>But it was no momen... | and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Give my letter to Helen, and say whatever you feel yourself, but do keep clear of the relatives. We have scarcely got their names straight yet, and, besides, that sort of thing is so u... | effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing rapidly from one d... | an engagement made of, do you suppose? I think it s made of some hard stuff that may snap, but can t break. It is different to the other ties of life. They stretch or bend. They admit of degree. They re different." "Exactly so. But won t you let me just run down to Howards House, and save you all the discomfort? I will... | must, must go to Howards End myself. You don t exactly understand, though I can never thank you properly for offering." "I do understand," retorted Mrs. Munt, with immense confidence. "I go down in no spirit of interference, but to make inquiries. Inquiries are necessary. Now, I am going to be rude. You would say the w... | had worried him a good deal all night. His head ached, his eyes were wet, his mucous membrane, he informed her, in a most unsatisfactory condition. The only thing that made life worth living was the thought of Walter Savage Landor, from whose Imaginary Conversations she had promised to read at frequent intervals during... | Howards End |
"Then we should be together, dear." | Aunt Juley | her niece to imitate her.<|quote|>"Then we should be together, dear."</|quote|>Margaret, out of politeness, invested | most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her.<|quote|>"Then we should be together, dear."</|quote|>Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the | her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her.<|quote|>"Then we should be together, d... | Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had been grateful and extremely nice, but the substance of her answer had been the same. "I must not interfere a third time," thought Mrs. Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, w... | and it was not often that she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quite like other girls. They had been left motherless when Tibby was born, when Helen was five and Margaret herself but thirteen. It was before the passing of the Deceased Wife s Sister Bill, so Mrs. Munt could without impropriety off... | Margaret--I hope that it will not set the reader against her--the station of King s Cross had always suggested Infinity. Its very situation--withdrawn a little behind the facile splendours of St. Pancras--implied a comment on the materialism of life. Those two great arches, colourless, indifferent, shouldering between ... | love at first sight. A telegram to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was imp... | Tell no one--, HELEN." But Aunt Juley was gone--gone irrevocably, and no power on earth could stop her. CHAPTER III Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission. Her nieces were independent young women, and it was not often that she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quite like other girls.... | Howards End |
Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the Nottingham and Derby Railway, and though the Foreign Things did admirably and the Nottingham and Derby declined with the steady dignity of which only Home Rails are capable, Mrs. Munt never ceased to rejoice, and to say, | No speaker | we should be together, dear."<|quote|>Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the Nottingham and Derby Railway, and though the Foreign Things did admirably and the Nottingham and Derby declined with the steady dignity of which only Home Rails are capable, Mrs. Munt never ceased to rejoice, and to say,</... | niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear."<|quote|>Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the Nottingham and Derby Railway, and though the Foreign Things did admirably and the Nottingham and Derby declined with the steady dignity of which only Home Rails are capable, Mrs. Munt never ceas... | age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear."<|quote|>Margaret, out of politeness,... | Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had been grateful and extremely nice, but the substance of her answer had been the same. "I must not interfere a third time," thought Mrs. Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the ... | she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quite like other girls. They had been left motherless when Tibby was born, when Helen was five and Margaret herself but thirteen. It was before the passing of the Deceased Wife s Sister Bill, so Mrs. Munt could without impropriety offer to go and keep house at... | set the reader against her--the station of King s Cross had always suggested Infinity. Its very situation--withdrawn a little behind the facile splendours of St. Pancras--implied a comment on the materialism of life. Those two great arches, colourless, indifferent, shouldering between them an unlovely clock, were fit p... | to this effect would be cold and cryptic, a personal visit seemed each moment more impossible. Now the doctor arrived, and said that Tibby was quite bad. Might it really be best to accept Aunt Juley s kind offer, and to send her down to Howards End with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing rapidly fr... | expressed in the ordinary language of prosperity. If you think this ridiculous, remember that it is not Margaret who is telling you about it; and let me hasten to add that they were in plenty of time for the train; that Mrs. Munt, though she took a second-class ticket, was put by the guard into a first (only two "secon... | Howards End |
"I did manage that, at all events. When the smash comes poor Margaret will have a nest-egg to fall back upon." | Aunt Juley | to rejoice, and to say,<|quote|>"I did manage that, at all events. When the smash comes poor Margaret will have a nest-egg to fall back upon."</|quote|>This year Helen came of | capable, Mrs. Munt never ceased to rejoice, and to say,<|quote|>"I did manage that, at all events. When the smash comes poor Margaret will have a nest-egg to fall back upon."</|quote|>This year Helen came of age, and exactly the same | be together, dear." Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the Nottingham and Derby Railway, and though the Foreign Things did admirably and the Nottingham and Derby declined with the steady dignity of which only Home Rails are capable, Mrs. Munt never ceased to rejoice, and to say,<|quote|>"I did mana... | Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear." Margaret, out of po... | Mrs. Munt could without impropriety offer to go and keep house at Wickham Place. But her brother-in-law, who was peculiar and a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt ... | portals for some eternal adventure, whose issue might be prosperous, but would certainly not be expressed in the ordinary language of prosperity. If you think this ridiculous, remember that it is not Margaret who is telling you about it; and let me hasten to add that they were in plenty of time for the train; that Mrs.... | with a note? Certainly Margaret was impulsive. She did swing rapidly from one decision to another. Running downstairs into the library, she cried: "Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go." There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, an... | they must return to their homes. And he is a chilly Londoner who does not endow his stations with some personality, and extend to them, however shyly, the emotions of fear and love. To Margaret--I hope that it will not set the reader against her--the station of King s Cross had always suggested Infinity. Its very situa... | Howards End |
This year Helen came of age, and exactly the same thing happened in Helen s case; she also would shift her money out of Consols, but she, too, almost without being pressed, consecrated a fraction of it to the Nottingham and Derby Railway. So far so good, but in social matters their aunt had accomplished nothing. Sooner... | No speaker | nest-egg to fall back upon."<|quote|>This year Helen came of age, and exactly the same thing happened in Helen s case; she also would shift her money out of Consols, but she, too, almost without being pressed, consecrated a fraction of it to the Nottingham and Derby Railway. So far so good, but in social matters their ... | poor Margaret will have a nest-egg to fall back upon."<|quote|>This year Helen came of age, and exactly the same thing happened in Helen s case; she also would shift her money out of Consols, but she, too, almost without being pressed, consecrated a fraction of it to the Nottingham and Derby Railway. So far so good, bu... | Things did admirably and the Nottingham and Derby declined with the steady dignity of which only Home Rails are capable, Mrs. Munt never ceased to rejoice, and to say, "I did manage that, at all events. When the smash comes poor Margaret will have a nest-egg to fall back upon."<|quote|>This year Helen came of age, and ... | always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear." Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the Nottingham and Derby Railway, and though the Foreign Things did admirably an... | a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had been grateful and extremely nice, but the substance of her answer had b... | prosperity. If you think this ridiculous, remember that it is not Margaret who is telling you about it; and let me hasten to add that they were in plenty of time for the train; that Mrs. Munt, though she took a second-class ticket, was put by the guard into a first (only two "seconds" on the train, one smoking and the ... | she cried: "Yes, I have changed my mind; I do wish that you would go." There was a train from King s Cross at eleven. At half-past ten Tibby, with rare self-effacement, fell asleep, and Margaret was able to drive her aunt to the station. "You will remember, Aunt Juley, not to be drawn into discussing the engagement. Gi... | to Wickham Place, was confronted with the following telegram: "All over. Wish I had never written. Tell no one--, HELEN." But Aunt Juley was gone--gone irrevocably, and no power on earth could stop her. CHAPTER III Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission. Her nieces were independent young women, and it was... | Howards End |
"I want a house," | Aunt Juley | Mrs. Munt was to discover.<|quote|>"I want a house,"</|quote|>she confided to the ticket | life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover.<|quote|>"I want a house,"</|quote|>she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards | Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover.<|quote|>"I want a house,"<... | s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an i... | future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffic of coaching... | future. They saw too many people at Wickham Place--unshaven musicians, an actress even, German cousins (one knows what foreigners are), acquaintances picked up at Continental hotels (one knows what they are too). It was interesting, and down at Swanage no one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerou... | had never written. Tell no one--, HELEN." But Aunt Juley was gone--gone irrevocably, and no power on earth could stop her. CHAPTER III Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission. Her nieces were independent young women, and it was not often that she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quit... | They saw too many people at Wickham Place--unshaven musicians, an actress even, German cousins (one knows what foreigners are), acquaintances picked up at Continental hotels (one knows what they are too). It was interesting, and down at Swanage no one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and d... | Howards End |
she confided to the ticket boy. | No speaker | discover. "I want a house,"<|quote|>she confided to the ticket boy.</|quote|>"Its name is Howards Lodge. | even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house,"<|quote|>she confided to the ticket boy.</|quote|>"Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it | an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house,"<|quote|>she confided to the tick... | series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Int... | equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffic of coaching and pre-coaching days. Bei... | many people at Wickham Place--unshaven musicians, an actress even, German cousins (one knows what foreigners are), acquaintances picked up at Continental hotels (one knows what they are too). It was interesting, and down at Swanage no one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and disaster was b... | no one--, HELEN." But Aunt Juley was gone--gone irrevocably, and no power on earth could stop her. CHAPTER III Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission. Her nieces were independent young women, and it was not often that she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quite like other girls. They... | at Continental hotels (one knows what they are too). It was interesting, and down at Swanage no one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and disaster was bound to come. How right she was, and how lucky to be on the spot when the disaster came! The train sped northward, under innumerable tunnel... | Howards End |
"Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" | Aunt Juley | confided to the ticket boy.<|quote|>"Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?"</|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. | "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy.<|quote|>"Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?"</|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front | will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy.<|quote|>"Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you... | six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, ... | on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffic of coaching and pre-coaching days. Being near London, it had not shared in the rura... | an actress even, German cousins (one knows what foreigners are), acquaintances picked up at Continental hotels (one knows what they are too). It was interesting, and down at Swanage no one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and disaster was bound to come. How right she was, and how lucky to ... | was gone--gone irrevocably, and no power on earth could stop her. CHAPTER III Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission. Her nieces were independent young women, and it was not often that she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quite like other girls. They had been left motherless when Ti... | the Nottingham and Derby Railway. So far so good, but in social matters their aunt had accomplished nothing. Sooner or later the girls would enter on the process known as throwing themselves away, and if they had delayed hitherto, it was only that they might throw themselves more vehemently in the future. They saw too ... | Howards End |
the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. | No speaker | where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!"<|quote|>the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around.</|quote|>"She s wanting Howards End." | Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!"<|quote|>the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around.</|quote|>"She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it | and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!"<|quote|>the boy called. A young man in front ... | soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the ... | dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffic of coaching and pre-coaching days. Being near London, it had not shared in the rural decay, and its long High Street had budded out right and lef... | at Continental hotels (one knows what they are too). It was interesting, and down at Swanage no one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and disaster was bound to come. How right she was, and how lucky to be on the spot when the disaster came! The train sped northward, under innumerable tunnel... | Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission. Her nieces were independent young women, and it was not often that she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quite like other girls. They had been left motherless when Tibby was born, when Helen was five and Margaret herself but thirteen. It was be... | northward, under innumerable tunnels. It was only an hour s journey, but Mrs. Munt had to raise and lower the window again and again. She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled m... | Howards End |
There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, | No speaker | "She s wanting Howards End."<|quote|>There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him,</|quote|>"Excuse me asking, but are | front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End."<|quote|>There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him,</|quote|>"Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilco... | life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End."<|quote|>There was nothing for it but to go forward... | was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as eve... | strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffic of coaching and pre-coaching days. Being near London, it had not shared in the rural decay, and its long High Street had budded out right and left into residential estates. For about a mile a series of tiled and slated houses passed befor... | one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and disaster was bound to come. How right she was, and how lucky to be on the spot when the disaster came! The train sped northward, under innumerable tunnels. It was only an hour s journey, but Mrs. Munt had to raise and lower the window again and agai... | not often that she was able to help them. Emily s daughters had never been quite like other girls. They had been left motherless when Tibby was born, when Helen was five and Margaret herself but thirteen. It was before the passing of the Deceased Wife s Sister Bill, so Mrs. Munt could without impropriety offer to go an... | past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffi... | Howards End |
"Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" | Aunt Juley | sense to say to him,<|quote|>"Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?"</|quote|>"The younger. Can I do | two brothers, she had the sense to say to him,<|quote|>"Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?"</|quote|>"The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" | young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him,<|quote|>"Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. W... | the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "Sh... | budded out right and left into residential estates. For about a mile a series of tiled and slated houses passed before Mrs. Munt s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and th... | under innumerable tunnels. It was only an hour s journey, but Mrs. Munt had to raise and lower the window again and again. She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and ... | It was before the passing of the Deceased Wife s Sister Bill, so Mrs. Munt could without impropriety offer to go and keep house at Wickham Place. But her brother-in-law, who was peculiar and a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better a... | and exactly the same thing happened in Helen s case; she also would shift her money out of Consols, but she, too, almost without being pressed, consecrated a fraction of it to the Nottingham and Derby Railway. So far so good, but in social matters their aunt had accomplished nothing. Sooner or later the girls would ent... | Howards End |
"The younger. Can I do anything for you?" | Charles Wilcox | Mr. Wilcox or the elder?"<|quote|>"The younger. Can I do anything for you?"</|quote|>"Oh, well" "--she controlled herself | but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?"<|quote|>"The younger. Can I do anything for you?"</|quote|>"Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? | There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?"<|quote|>"The younger. Can I do anything for you?"</|quote|... | life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though... | series of tiled and slated houses passed before Mrs. Munt s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The st... | had to raise and lower the window again and again. She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At... | Mrs. Munt could without impropriety offer to go and keep house at Wickham Place. But her brother-in-law, who was peculiar and a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt ... | She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied her, more suggestive of infinity than any railway, awakening, after a nap of a hundred years, to such life as is conferred by the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history... | Howards End |
"Oh, well" | Aunt Juley | I do anything for you?"<|quote|>"Oh, well"</|quote|>"--she controlled herself with difficulty. | the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?"<|quote|>"Oh, well"</|quote|>"--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She | forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?"<|quote|>"Oh, well"</|quote|>"--she controlled herse... | to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at ... | Mrs. Munt s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, s... | and again. She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied ... | and keep house at Wickham Place. But her brother-in-law, who was peculiar and a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longe... | the window again and again. She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North ... | Howards End |
"--she controlled herself with difficulty. | No speaker | anything for you?" "Oh, well"<|quote|>"--she controlled herself with difficulty.</|quote|>"Really. Are you? I--" She | "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well"<|quote|>"--she controlled herself with difficulty.</|quote|>"Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket | Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well"<|quote|>"--she controlled herself with difficulty.</|quo... | "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger.... | s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an i... | She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied her, more s... | house at Wickham Place. But her brother-in-law, who was peculiar and a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had be... | again and again. She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accomp... | Howards End |
"Really. Are you? I--" | Aunt Juley | "--she controlled herself with difficulty.<|quote|>"Really. Are you? I--"</|quote|>She moved; away from the | anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty.<|quote|>"Really. Are you? I--"</|quote|>She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her | agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty.<|quote|>"Really. Are you? I--"</|quo... | confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that ... | broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which... | Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied her, more suggestive of infinity than an... | her brother-in-law, who was peculiar and a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had been grateful and extremely ni... | girls would enter on the process known as throwing themselves away, and if they had delayed hitherto, it was only that they might throw themselves more vehemently in the future. They saw too many people at Wickham Place--unshaven musicians, an actress even, German cousins (one knows what foreigners are), acquaintances ... | Howards End |
She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. | No speaker | difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--"<|quote|>She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice.</|quote|>"I am Miss Schlegel s | well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--"<|quote|>She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice.</|quote|>"I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce | at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--"<|quote|>She moved; away from the tic... | boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers... | by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lea... | for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied her, more suggestive of infinity than any railway, awakening, aft... | peculiar and a German, had referred the question to Margaret, who with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had been grateful and extremely nice, but the substance of her... | themselves away, and if they had delayed hitherto, it was only that they might throw themselves more vehemently in the future. They saw too many people at Wickham Place--unshaven musicians, an actress even, German cousins (one knows what foreigners are), acquaintances picked up at Continental hotels (one knows what the... | Howards End |
"I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." | Aunt Juley | boy and lowered her voice.<|quote|>"I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt."</|quote|>She was conscious that he | moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice.<|quote|>"I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt."</|quote|>She was conscious that he raised his cap and said | had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice.<|quote|>"I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought ... | is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, ... | highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and... | fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroubled meadows and the dreamy flow of Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied her, more suggestive of infinity than any railway, awakening, after a nap of a hundred years, to such life as is conferred by ... | with the crudity of youth had answered, "No, they could manage much better alone." Five years later Mr. Schlegel had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had been grateful and extremely nice, but the substance of her answer had been the same. "I must not interfere a third time," th... | had not shared in the rural decay, and its long High Street had budded out right and left into residential estates. For about a mile a series of tiled and slated houses passed before Mrs. Munt s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood shoulder to shoulder along the highroad, tombs... | Howards End |
She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, | No speaker | My name is Mrs. Munt."<|quote|>She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly,</|quote|>"Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is | introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt."<|quote|>She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly,</|quote|>"Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you | elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt."<|quote|>She was conscious that he raised h... | End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well"... | that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, a... | skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied her, more suggestive of infinity than any railway, awakening, after a nap of a hundred years, to such life as is conferred by the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to... | had died too, and Mrs. Munt had repeated her offer. Margaret, crude no longer, had been grateful and extremely nice, but the substance of her answer had been the same. "I must not interfere a third time," thought Mrs. Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her... | of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at... | Howards End |
"Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" | Charles Wilcox | cap and said quite coolly,<|quote|>"Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?"</|quote|>"Possibly." "I ll call you | conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly,<|quote|>"Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?"</|quote|>"Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a | controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly,<|quote|>"Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping... | Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? ... | s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided t... | her, more suggestive of infinity than any railway, awakening, after a nap of a hundred years, to such life as is conferred by the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent... | no longer, had been grateful and extremely nice, but the substance of her answer had been the same. "I must not interfere a third time," thought Mrs. Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign T... | Tewin Water. She skirted the parks of politicians. At times the Great North Road accompanied her, more suggestive of infinity than any railway, awakening, after a nap of a hundred years, to such life as is conferred by the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pill... | Howards End |
"Possibly." | Aunt Juley | you want to see her?"<|quote|>"Possibly."</|quote|>"I ll call you a | is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?"<|quote|>"Possibly."</|quote|>"I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" | boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?"<|quote|>"Possibly."</|quote|>"I ll call you a cab. No; wait a m... | there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schl... | Suburbia? It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!"... | hundred years, to such life as is conferred by the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen f... | had been the same. "I must not interfere a third time," thought Mrs. Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was ... | as is conferred by the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The ... | Howards End |
"I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" | Charles Wilcox | want to see her?" "Possibly."<|quote|>"I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--"</|quote|>He thought. "Our motor s | stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly."<|quote|>"I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--"</|quote|>He thought. "Our motor s here. I ll run you | and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly."<|quote|>"I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--"</|quote|... | were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s... | It was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy c... | years, to such life as is conferred by the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this... | been the same. "I must not interfere a third time," thought Mrs. Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was inve... | along the highroad, tombs of soldiers. Beyond these tumuli, habitations thickened, and the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost a town. The station, like the scenery, like Helen s letters, struck an indeterminate note. Into which country will it lead, England or Suburbia? It was new, it had island pla... | Howards End |
He thought. | No speaker | cab. No; wait a mo--"<|quote|>He thought.</|quote|>"Our motor s here. I | "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--"<|quote|>He thought.</|quote|>"Our motor s here. I ll run you up in | I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--"<|quote|>He thought.</|quote|>"Our motor s here. I ll run you up in ... | him, "Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I?... | and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around.... | of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at... | thought Mrs. Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg he... | sped northward, under innumerable tunnels. It was only an hour s journey, but Mrs. Munt had to raise and lower the window again and again. She passed through the South Welwyn Tunnel, saw light for a moment, and entered the North Welwyn Tunnel, of tragic fame. She traversed the immense viaduct, whose arches span untroub... | Howards End |
"Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it." | Charles Wilcox | wait a mo--" He thought.<|quote|>"Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it."</|quote|>"That is very kind." "Not | call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought.<|quote|>"Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it."</|quote|>"That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ll | to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought.<|quote|>"Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it."</|quote|>"Th... | me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is M... | superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s ... | and to such culture as is implied by the advertisements of antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of... | Munt. However, of course she did. She learnt, to her horror, that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to im... | and pre-coaching days. Being near London, it had not shared in the rural decay, and its long High Street had budded out right and left into residential estates. For about a mile a series of tiled and slated houses passed before Mrs. Munt s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point by six Danish tumuli that stood s... | Howards End |
"That is very kind." | Aunt Juley | run you up in it."<|quote|>"That is very kind."</|quote|>"Not at all, if you | motor s here. I ll run you up in it."<|quote|>"That is very kind."</|quote|>"Not at all, if you ll just wait till they | She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought. "Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it."<|quote|>"That is very kind."</|quote|>"Not at all, if you ll just wait till ... | elder?" "The younger. Can I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap a... | local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, ... | antibilious pills. To history, to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the... | that Margaret, now of age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear." Margaret, out ... | platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in fron... | Howards End |
"Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way." | Charles Wilcox | it." "That is very kind."<|quote|>"Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way."</|quote|>"My niece is not with | ll run you up in it." "That is very kind."<|quote|>"Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way."</|quote|>"My niece is not with you by any chance?" "No; | he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought. "Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it." "That is very kind."<|quote|>"Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the... | I do anything for you?" "Oh, well" "--she controlled herself with difficulty. "Really. Are you? I--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh,... | as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agit... | to tragedy, to the past, to the future, Mrs. Munt remained equally indifferent; hers but to concentrate on the end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their... | age, was taking her money out of the old safe investments and putting it into Foreign Things, which always smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear." Margaret, out of politeness, investe... | Swanage no one appreciated culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and disaster was bound to come. How right she was, and how lucky to be on the spot when the disaster came! The train sped northward, under innumerable tunnels. It was only an hour s journey, but Mrs. Munt had to raise and lower the window aga... | Howards End |
"My niece is not with you by any chance?" | Aunt Juley | from the office. This way."<|quote|>"My niece is not with you by any chance?"</|quote|>"No; I came over with | they bring out a parcel from the office. This way."<|quote|>"My niece is not with you by any chance?"</|quote|>"No; I came over with my father. He has gone | to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought. "Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it." "That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way."<|quote|>"My niece is not with you by any chance?"</|quote|>"No; I came over with my father... | from the ticket boy and lowered her voice. "I am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo... | is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the s... | end of her journey, and to rescue poor Helen from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffic of coaching and pre-coaching days. Being near London, it had not shared in the rural decay... | smash. Silence would have been criminal. Her own fortune was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear." Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the Nottingham and Derby Railway, and though the Foreign Things did admirably and the N... | culture more than Mrs. Munt; but it was dangerous, and disaster was bound to come. How right she was, and how lucky to be on the spot when the disaster came! The train sped northward, under innumerable tunnels. It was only an hour s journey, but Mrs. Munt had to raise and lower the window again and again. She passed th... | Howards End |
"No; I came over with my father. He has gone on north in your train. You ll see Miss Schlegel at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?" | Charles Wilcox | with you by any chance?"<|quote|>"No; I came over with my father. He has gone on north in your train. You ll see Miss Schlegel at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?"</|quote|>"I should like to come | way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?"<|quote|>"No; I came over with my father. He has gone on north in your train. You ll see Miss Schlegel at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?"</|quote|>"I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not | cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought. "Our motor s here. I ll run you up in it." "That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?"<|quote|>"No; I came over with my father. He has gone on north in your train. You ll see Mi... | am Miss Schlegel s aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t I? My name is Mrs. Munt." She was conscious that he raised his cap and said quite coolly, "Oh, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll call you a cab. No; wait a mo--" He thought. "Our motor s here. I ll run yo... | "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy called. A young man in front of them turned around. "She s wanting Howards End." There was nothing for it but to go forward, though Mrs. Munt was too much agitated even to stare at the stranger. But remembering that there were two brothers, she had the sense to say to him, "Excuse me asking, but a... | from this dreadful mess. The station for Howards End was at Hilton, one of the large villages that are strung so frequently along the North Road, and that owe their size to the traffic of coaching and pre-coaching days. Being near London, it had not shared in the rural decay, and its long High Street had budded out rig... | was invested in Home Rails, and most ardently did she beg her niece to imitate her. "Then we should be together, dear." Margaret, out of politeness, invested a few hundreds in the Nottingham and Derby Railway, and though the Foreign Things did admirably and the Nottingham and Derby declined with the steady dignity of w... | was new, it had island platforms and a subway, and the superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal intercourse, as even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want a house," she confided to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howards Lodge. Do you know where it is?" "Mr. Wilcox!" the boy call... | Howards End |
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