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"I should like to come UP," | Aunt Juley | up to lunch, I hope?"<|quote|>"I should like to come UP,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, not committing | at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?"<|quote|>"I should like to come UP,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she | till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?" "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,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, not committing herse... | "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." "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 ... | 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? ... | 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 before Mrs. Munt s inattentive eyes, a series broken at one point b... | 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, "I did manage that, at all events. When the smash comes poor Margaret will have a nest-egg t... | 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; hers but to concentrate on the end of he... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his... | No speaker | should like to come UP,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp ... | to lunch, I hope?" "I should like to come UP,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothi... | from the office. This way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?" "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?" "I should like to come UP,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studie... | 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." "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?" "No; I came over with my f... | 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? I--" She moved; away from the ti... | 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... | 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, "I did manage that, at all events. When the smash comes poor Margaret will have a nest-egg to fall back upon." This year Helen ca... | 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 shoulder to shoulder along the high... | Howards End |
"In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." | Charles Wilcox | and seemed accustomed to command.<|quote|>"In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front."</|quote|>"In front if I may; | forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command.<|quote|>"In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front."</|quote|>"In front if I may; then we can talk." "But | her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command.<|quote|>"In front or b... | in your train. You ll see Miss Schlegel at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She g... | 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 you up in it." "That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ll just w... | 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 superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local l... | 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 enter on the process known as throwing themselves away, and if they had delayed hithert... | 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 even Mrs. Munt... | Howards End |
"In front if I may; then we can talk." | Aunt Juley | may be windy in front."<|quote|>"In front if I may; then we can talk."</|quote|>"But excuse me one moment--I | Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front."<|quote|>"In front if I may; then we can talk."</|quote|>"But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they | To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front."<|quote|>"In front if I may; then we ca... | to lunch, I hope?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss... | 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." "Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way." "My ni... | 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 even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want ... | 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 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 sa... | 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 you up in it." "That is very kind." "N... | Howards End |
"But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." | Charles Wilcox | may; then we can talk."<|quote|>"But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel."</|quote|>He strode into the booking-office, | front." "In front if I may; then we can talk."<|quote|>"But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel."</|quote|>He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new | the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk."<|quote|>"But excuse me one moment--I can t t... | UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners o... | 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." "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?" "No; I came over ... | 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 to the ticket boy. "Its name is Howa... | 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 many people at Wickham Place--unshaven mu... | 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 you up in it." "That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ll just... | Howards End |
He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: | No speaker | re doing with that parcel."<|quote|>He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice:</|quote|>"Hi! hi, you there! Are | can t think what they re doing with that parcel."<|quote|>He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice:</|quote|>"Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me | of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel."<|quote|>He strode into the booking-office, and called w... | lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-s... | 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?" "No; I came over with my father. He has gone on north in your train. You ll see Miss Schle... | 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 called. A young man ... | 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 ... | 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... | Howards End |
"Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" | Charles Wilcox | called with a new voice:<|quote|>"Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!"</|quote|>Emerging, he said in quieter | strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice:<|quote|>"Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!"</|quote|>Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably | command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice:<|quote|>"Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting... | rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or b... | 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?" "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?" "I ... | 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 wanting Howards End." There was... | 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 they are too). It wa... | 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--" H... | Howards End |
Emerging, he said in quieter tones: | No speaker | Howards End. Just look sharp!"<|quote|>Emerging, he said in quieter tones:</|quote|>"This station s abominably organised; | all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!"<|quote|>Emerging, he said in quieter tones:</|quote|>"This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, | we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!"<|quote|>Emerging, he said in quieter tones:</|quote... | nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--... | bring out a parcel from the office. This way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?" "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?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she... | 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. But remem... | 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 disaster w... | 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 superficial comfort exacted by business men. But it held hints of local life, personal inter... | Howards End |
"This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" | Charles Wilcox | he said in quieter tones:<|quote|>"This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?"</|quote|>"This is very good of | End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones:<|quote|>"This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?"</|quote|>"This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as | one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones:<|quote|>"This station s abominably organised... | at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with t... | office. This way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?" "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?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a... | 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... | 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 bound to come. How right she was, and ho... | 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--" He thought. "Our motor s here. I... | Howards End |
"This is very good of you," | Aunt Juley | May I help you in?"<|quote|>"This is very good of you,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, as she | em should get the sack. May I help you in?"<|quote|>"This is very good of you,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious | hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?"<|quote|>"This is very good of you,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, ... | "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel ... | in your train. You ll see Miss Schlegel at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She g... | 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 are you the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?" "The younger. ... | 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 tunnels. It was only an hour s journey, but Mrs. Munt had to r... | "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.... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. | No speaker | is very good of you,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was ext... | I help you in?" "This is very good of you,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his s... | to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxuriou... | you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just ... | Miss Schlegel at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. ... | 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"... | 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 again and a... | 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--" H... | Howards End |
"Very good indeed," | Aunt Juley | him; his self-possession was extraordinary.<|quote|>"Very good indeed,"</|quote|>she repeated, adding: "It is | was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary.<|quote|>"Very good indeed,"</|quote|>she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have | as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary.<|quote|>"Very good indeed,"</|quot... | waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red lea... | She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In fro... | 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 and said quite coolly, ... | 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 times ... | 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." "Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office. This way." "My niece ... | Howards End |
she repeated, adding: | No speaker | was extraordinary. "Very good indeed,"<|quote|>she repeated, adding:</|quote|>"It is just what I | afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed,"<|quote|>she repeated, adding:</|quote|>"It is just what I should have wished." "Very good | herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed,"<|quote|>she repeated, adding:... | Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffere... | him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; th... | 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, rath... | 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 ... | had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. ... | Howards End |
"It is just what I should have wished." | Aunt Juley | good indeed," she repeated, adding:<|quote|>"It is just what I should have wished."</|quote|>"Very good of you to | his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding:<|quote|>"It is just what I should have wished."</|quote|>"Very good of you to say so," he replied, with | luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding:<|quote|>"It is just wh... | Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be ... | a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "B... | "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, rather; Miss Schlegel i... | 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 ... | 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 superficial comfort exacted by ... | Howards End |
"Very good of you to say so," | Charles Wilcox | what I should have wished."<|quote|>"Very good of you to say so,"</|quote|>he replied, with a slight | repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished."<|quote|>"Very good of you to say so,"</|quote|>he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like | person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished."<|quote|>"Very good of you to say... | in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil t... | the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think wha... | 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, rather; Miss Schlegel is stopping with us. Did you want to see her?" "Possibly." "I ll... | 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 any railw... | 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 country will ... | Howards End |
he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. | No speaker | of you to say so,"<|quote|>he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention.</|quote|>"I was just tooling my | should have wished." "Very good of you to say so,"<|quote|>he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention.</|quote|>"I was just tooling my father over to catch the | shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so,"<|quote|>he replied, with a slight lo... | organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young m... | his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He st... | 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--" H... | 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, after a nap of a hund... | 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--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her voice... | Howards End |
"I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." | Charles Wilcox | escaped Mrs. Munt s attention.<|quote|>"I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train."</|quote|>"You see, we heard from | which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention.<|quote|>"I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train."</|quote|>"You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox | she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention.<|quote|>"I was just tooling my ... | you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession ... | to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all ... | 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 you up in it." "That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ... | 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 the stench of motor-cars, and to such culture as is implied by the advertiseme... | 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" "--she controlled herself with diffic... | Howards End |
"You see, we heard from Helen this morning." | Aunt Juley | to catch the down train."<|quote|>"You see, we heard from Helen this morning."</|quote|>Young Wilcox was pouring in | just tooling my father over to catch the down train."<|quote|>"You see, we heard from Helen this morning."</|quote|>Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and | good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train."<|quote|>"You see, we heard from Helen this morn... | she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, add... | be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emergi... | 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." "Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a parcel from the office.... | 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 tragedy, to the past... | 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 even Mrs. Munt was to discover. "I want ... | Howards End |
Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. | No speaker | heard from Helen this morning."<|quote|>Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions.</|quote|>"The mater w... | down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning."<|quote|>Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushi... | what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning."<|quote|>Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starti... | red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "V... | may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This... | "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." "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 ... | 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... | 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 agitated even to ... | Howards End |
"The mater will be very glad to see you," | Charles Wilcox | down among the red cushions.<|quote|>"The mater will be very glad to see you,"</|quote|>he mumbled. "Hi! I say. | things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions.<|quote|>"The mater will be very glad to see you,"</|quote|>he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. | heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions.<|quote|>"The mater will be ve... | repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pou... | for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her p... | 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?" "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?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing he... | 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 size to the tr... | nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--... | Howards End |
he mumbled. | No speaker | very glad to see you,"<|quote|>he mumbled.</|quote|>"Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel | cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you,"<|quote|>he mumbled.</|quote|>"Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it | in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you,"<|quote|>he mumbled.</|quote|>"Hi! I say. Par... | wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performi... | said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more ci... | a parcel from the office. This way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?" "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?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studi... | 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. Being near ... | like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at ... | Howards End |
"Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" | Charles Wilcox | to see you," he mumbled.<|quote|>"Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!"</|quote|>A bearded porter emerged with | mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled.<|quote|>"Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!"</|quote|>A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand | starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled.<|quote|>"Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howa... | good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other action... | quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than... | from the office. This way." "My niece is not with you by any chance?" "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?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen ... | 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. Being near London, it had not... | more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seem... | Howards End |
A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: | No speaker | End. Bring it out. Hi!"<|quote|>A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled:</|quote|>"Sign, must I? Why the | say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!"<|quote|>A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled:</|quote|>"Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after | no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!"<|quote|>A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one ... | of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car b... | the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, ... | any chance?" "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?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so ... | 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, and its long High Street had bud... | t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the who... | Howards End |
"Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" | Charles Wilcox | the motor these ejaculations mingled:<|quote|>"Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here"</|quote|>"--here being a tip. "Extremely | With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled:<|quote|>"Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here"</|quote|>"--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, M... | "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled:<|quote|>"Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after... | heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad ... | into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just wha... | up to lunch, I hope?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing am... | 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 before Mrs. Munt s inattentive eyes, a ser... | in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil t... | Howards End |
"--here being a tip. | No speaker | yours mayn t be. Here"<|quote|>"--here being a tip.</|quote|>"Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not | time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here"<|quote|>"--here being a tip.</|quote|>"Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And | With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here"<|quote|>"--here being a tip.</|quote|>"Extremely sorry, M... | things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations m... | of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down tr... | her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you pre... | 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 the train came to a standstill in a tangle that was almost... | see Miss Schlegel at lunch. You re coming up to lunch, I hope?" "I should like to come UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthi... | Howards End |
"Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." | Charles Wilcox | Here" "--here being a tip.<|quote|>"Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt."</|quote|>"Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." | though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip.<|quote|>"Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt."</|quote|>"Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to | of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip.<|quote|>"Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt."</|quote|>"Not at all, ... | and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why t... | was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard fro... | were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in fr... | 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... | 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." "That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ll just wait till they bring out a ... | Howards End |
"Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." | Aunt Juley | tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt."<|quote|>"Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"And do you object to | be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt."<|quote|>"Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"And do you object to going through the village? It | ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt."<|quote|>"Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."</|quote|>"And d... | red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign... | indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young W... | at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may;... | 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 station, like the scen... | I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "Th... | Howards End |
"And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." | Charles Wilcox | "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions."</|quote|>"I should love going through | tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions."</|quote|>"I should love going through the village. Naturally I am | Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."<|quote|>"And do you object to going through the village? It ... | be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not ev... | is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starti... | feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But... | 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, struck... | 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." "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?" ... | Howards End |
"I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." | Aunt Juley | have one or two commissions."<|quote|>"I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you."</|quote|>As she said this she | a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions."<|quote|>"I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you."</|quote|>As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was | you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions."<|quote|>"I should love going through the village. Nat... | porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours... | which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock,... | of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a ne... | 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 a subway,... | that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do yo... | Howards End |
As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them toge... | No speaker | talk things over with you."<|quote|>As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himsel... | I am very anxious to talk things over with you."<|quote|>As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with... | tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you."<|quote|>As she said this she felt ashamed, fo... | whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."... | catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cus... | you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just ... | 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... | into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "T... | Howards End |
"You can well imagine," | Aunt Juley | North Road she opened fire.<|quote|>"You can well imagine,"</|quote|>she said, "that the news | they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire.<|quote|>"You can well imagine,"</|quote|>she said, "that the news was a great shock to | gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire.<|quote|>"You can well imagine... | in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and of... | all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one... | person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he... | 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? I--" She moved; away from t... | into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just wha... | Howards End |
she said, | No speaker | fire. "You can well imagine,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that the news was a | Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that the news was a great shock to us." "What | off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that... | Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the beard... | even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions."... | with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a sli... | 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--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and... | I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine... | Howards End |
"that the news was a great shock to us." | Aunt Juley | can well imagine," she said,<|quote|>"that the news was a great shock to us."</|quote|>"What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she | Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said,<|quote|>"that the news was a great shock to us."</|quote|>"What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told | drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said,<|quote|>"that the news was a gr... | only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--li... | a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I shoul... | and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look o... | 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--" She moved; away from the ticket boy and lowered her v... | red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "V... | Howards End |
"What news?" | Charles Wilcox | a great shock to us."<|quote|>"What news?"</|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, | said, "that the news was a great shock to us."<|quote|>"What news?"</|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. | them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us."<|quote|>"What news?"</|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, ... | Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration.... | you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I... | intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, e... | 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 aunt. I ought to introduce... | rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight l... | Howards End |
"Mr. Wilcox," | Aunt Juley | shock to us." "What news?"<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox,"</|quote|>she said frankly, "Margaret has | the news was a great shock to us." "What news?"<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox,"</|quote|>she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have | admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?"<|quote|>"Mr. Wilcox,"</|quote|>she said frankly, "Margaret ... | was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind ... | the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am ver... | really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Mu... | 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 aunt. I ought to introduce myself, o... | be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not ev... | Howards End |
she said frankly, | No speaker | us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox,"<|quote|>she said frankly,</|quote|>"Margaret has told me everything--everything. | was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox,"<|quote|>she said frankly,</|quote|>"Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s | wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox,"<|quote|>she said frankly,</|quote|>"Margaret has told me ever... | "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in t... | My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk th... | young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attenti... | 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 aunt. I ought to introduce myself, oughtn t... | explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejacul... | Howards End |
"Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." | Aunt Juley | "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly,<|quote|>"Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter."</|quote|>He could not look her | shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly,<|quote|>"Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter."</|quote|>He could not look her in the face, as his | their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly,<|quote|>"Margaret has told me everything--everything. I... | to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the sta... | of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over ... | very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was jus... | 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... | sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what th... | Howards End |
He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: | No speaker | have seen Helen s letter."<|quote|>He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said:</|quote|>"I beg your pardon; I | has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter."<|quote|>He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said:</|quote|>"I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. | Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter."<|quote|>He could not look her in the face,... | thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as s... | tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she wa... | self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You s... | 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... | morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumble... | Howards End |
"I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." | Charles Wilcox | in her direction, and said:<|quote|>"I beg your pardon; I didn t catch."</|quote|>"About Helen. Helen, of course. | But he inclined his head in her direction, and said:<|quote|>"I beg your pardon; I didn t catch."</|quote|>"About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional | frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said:<|quote|>"I beg your pardon; I didn t catch."</|qu... | in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have... | village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to disc... | Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to e... | 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 you up in it." "That is very ... | Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffere... | Howards End |
"About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." | Aunt Juley | pardon; I didn t catch."<|quote|>"About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock."</|quote|>They drew up opposite a | and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch."<|quote|>"About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock."</|quote|>They drew up o... | seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch."<|quote|>"About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person... | the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her i... | things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chan... | my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down... | 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 you up in it." "That is very kind." "Not at all, if you ll just wait ti... | luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I sho... | Howards End |
They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitene... | No speaker | it was a great shock."<|quote|>They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the... | no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock."<|quote|>They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some o... | beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock."<|quote|>They drew up opposite a draper s. Wi... | "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, ... | to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the sta... | the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gatheri... | "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?" "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 ... | love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivi... | Howards End |
"I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," | Charles Wilcox | the lungs of the villagers.<|quote|>"I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads,"</|quote|>was his comment. Then a | a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers.<|quote|>"I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads,"</|quote|>was his comment. Then a man ran out of the | through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers.<|quote|>"I wonder when they ll lea... | her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, ... | "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High... | all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one... | UP," said Mrs. Munt, not committing herself to nourishment until she had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners o... | by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You c... | Howards End |
was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. | No speaker | wisdom and tar the roads,"<|quote|>was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again.</|quote|>"Margaret could not come herself, | wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads,"<|quote|>was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again.</|quote|>"Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, | the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads,"<|quote|>was his comment. Then a man ran... | in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it ... | great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and... | next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the v... | had studied Helen s lover a little more. He seemed a gentleman, but had so rattled her round that her powers of observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. ... | the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gatheri... | Howards End |
"Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." | Aunt Juley | and off they went again.<|quote|>"Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk."</|quote|>"I m sorry to be | with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again.<|quote|>"Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk."</|quote|>"I m sorry to be so dense," said the young | and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again.<|quote|>"Margaret could not come herself, on account o... | round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a c... | He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me sa... | tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she wa... | observation were numbed. She glanced at him stealthily. To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be... | petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howa... | Howards End |
"I m sorry to be so dense," | Charles Wilcox | to have a good talk."<|quote|>"I m sorry to be so dense,"</|quote|>said the young man, again | here to represent her and to have a good talk."<|quote|>"I m sorry to be so dense,"</|quote|>said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. | wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk."<|quote|>"I m sorry to be so dense,"</|quote|>said the young man, again draw... | again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment... | dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of i... | longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discus... | of his mouth, or in the rather box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He... | things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations m... | Howards End |
said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. | No speaker | sorry to be so dense,"<|quote|>said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop.</|quote|>"But I still haven t | a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense,"<|quote|>said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop.</|quote|>"But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my | comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense,"<|quote|>said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop.</|quote|>"But I still... | from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the drape... | inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great sho... | two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsider... | box-like construction of his forehead. He was dark, clean-shaven, and seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office... | Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as... | Howards End |
"But I still haven t quite understood." | Charles Wilcox | drawing up outside a shop.<|quote|>"But I still haven t quite understood."</|quote|>"Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and | said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop.<|quote|>"But I still haven t quite understood."</|quote|>"Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his | with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop.<|quote|>"But I still haven t quite understood."</|quote|>"Helen, Mr. Wilc... | percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they w... | your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replyi... | I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the you... | seemed accustomed to command. "In front or behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to ke... | instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he p... | Howards End |
"Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." | Aunt Juley | still haven t quite understood."<|quote|>"Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you."</|quote|>He pushed up his goggles | outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood."<|quote|>"Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you."</|quote|>He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely | they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood."<|quote|>"Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you."</|quote|>He pushed ... | whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, o... | Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and ... | over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had ... | behind? Which do you prefer? It may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, H... | sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but... | Howards End |
He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. | No speaker | Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you."<|quote|>He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder.</|quote|>"Miss Schlegel and myself?" he | haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you."<|quote|>He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder.</|quote|>"Miss Schleg... | come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you."<|quote|>He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely be... | the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here t... | a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust tha... | this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reti... | may be windy in front." "In front if I may; then we can talk." "But excuse me one moment--I can t think what they re doing with that parcel." He strode into the booking-office, and called with a new voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Em... | to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I be... | Howards End |
"Miss Schlegel and myself?" | Charles Wilcox | mission by some hideous blunder.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel and myself?"</|quote|>he asked, compressing his lips. | that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel and myself?"</|quote|>he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been | still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder.<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel ... | roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." H... | opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses a... | with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blo... | voice: "Hi! hi, you there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as sh... | got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I s... | Howards End |
he asked, compressing his lips. | No speaker | blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?"<|quote|>he asked, compressing his lips.</|quote|>"I trust there has been | her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?"<|quote|>he asked, compressing his lips.</|quote|>"I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. | understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?"<|quote|>he aske... | off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggle... | Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of th... | himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into ... | there! Are you going to keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself in... | her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, ... | Howards End |
"I trust there has been no misunderstanding," | Aunt Juley | he asked, compressing his lips.<|quote|>"I trust there has been no misunderstanding,"</|quote|>quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter | blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips.<|quote|>"I trust there has been no misunderstanding,"</|quote|>quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What | and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips.<|quote|>"I trust there ha... | could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely ... | in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain... | them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as ... | keep me waiting all day? Parcel for Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of... | mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remem... | Howards End |
quavered Mrs. Munt. | No speaker | there has been no misunderstanding,"<|quote|>quavered Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"Her letter certainly read that | compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding,"<|quote|>quavered Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you | and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding,"<|quote|>quaver... | poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the he... | of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the... | no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she ... | Wilcox, Howards End. Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her perso... | quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in ... | Howards End |
"Her letter certainly read that way." | Aunt Juley | no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"Her letter certainly read that way."</|quote|>"What way?" "That you and | "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"Her letter certainly read that way."</|quote|>"What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped | her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt.<|quote|... | I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even s... | they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "... | by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You c... | Just look sharp!" Emerging, he said in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with r... | going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. M... | Howards End |
"What way?" | Charles Wilcox | letter certainly read that way."<|quote|>"What way?"</|quote|>"That you and she--" She | misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way."<|quote|>"What way?"</|quote|>"That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. | to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way."<|quote|>"What ... | and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that th... | through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdo... | gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she s... | in quieter tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil t... | will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage throug... | Howards End |
"That you and she--" | Aunt Juley | read that way." "What way?"<|quote|>"That you and she--"</|quote|>She paused, then drooped her | Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?"<|quote|>"That you and she--"</|quote|>She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch | heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?"<|quote|>"... | have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were... | village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar th... | spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that ... | tones: "This station s abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had... | you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage th... | Howards End |
She paused, then drooped her eyelids. | No speaker | way?" "That you and she--"<|quote|>She paused, then drooped her eyelids.</|quote|>"I think I catch your | certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--"<|quote|>She paused, then drooped her eyelids.</|quote|>"I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What | began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--"<|quote|>... | "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes,... | again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment... | drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shoc... | abominably organised; if I had my way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really t... | a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, ... | Howards End |
"I think I catch your meaning," | Charles Wilcox | paused, then drooped her eyelids.<|quote|>"I think I catch your meaning,"</|quote|>he said stickily. "What an | "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids.<|quote|>"I think I catch your meaning,"</|quote|>he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn | at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids.<|q... | dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had co... | road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the ... | mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," ... | way, the whole lot of em should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreo... | the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter... | Howards End |
he said stickily. | No speaker | think I catch your meaning,"<|quote|>he said stickily.</|quote|>"What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then | then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning,"<|quote|>he said stickily.</|quote|>"What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" | commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning,"<|quote... | drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideou... | it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcl... | The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--every... | should get the sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afr... | drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shoc... | Howards End |
"What an extraordinary mistake!" | Charles Wilcox | your meaning," he said stickily.<|quote|>"What an extraordinary mistake!"</|quote|>"Then you didn t the | eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily.<|quote|>"What an extraordinary mistake!"</|quote|>"Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red | by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily.<|quote|>"W... | a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Sc... | it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off... | in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have... | sack. May I help you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his... | the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of ... | Howards End |
"Then you didn t the least--" | Aunt Juley | stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!"<|quote|>"Then you didn t the least--"</|quote|>she stammered, getting blood-red in | catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!"<|quote|>"Then you didn t the least--"</|quote|>she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she | "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!"<|q... | still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myse... | the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margare... | the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter... | you in?" "This is very good of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession ... | told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Hel... | Howards End |
she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. | No speaker | you didn t the least--"<|quote|>she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born.</|quote|>"Scarcely, as I am already | "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--"<|quote|>she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born.</|quote|>"Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There | compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--"<|quote|>sh... | Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I t... | the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account... | into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the fac... | of you," said Mrs. Munt, as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very goo... | High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, bu... | Howards End |
"Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." | Charles Wilcox | she had never been born.<|quote|>"Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady."</|quote|>There was a moment s | in the face, and wishing she had never been born.<|quote|>"Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady."</|quote|>There was a moment s silence, and then he caught | letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born.<|quote|>"Scarcely, a... | absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter ... | the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be s... | North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quick... | red leather, and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "V... | as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you ... | Howards End |
There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, | No speaker | already engaged to another lady."<|quote|>There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with,</|quote|>"Oh, good God! Don t | born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady."<|quote|>There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with,</|quote|>"Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some | and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady."<|quote|>There was a mo... | even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--"... | ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up o... | she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined... | with rugs and shawls. She was more civil than she had intended, but really this young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a sli... | only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--li... | Howards End |
"Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." | Charles Wilcox | his breath and exploded with,<|quote|>"Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s."</|quote|>"But you are Paul." "I | silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with,<|quote|>"Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s."</|quote|>"But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did | said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with,<|quote|>"Oh, good God! Don ... | her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily... | of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilco... | she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "Ab... | young man was very kind. Moreover, she was a little afraid of him; his self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attenti... | the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to ... | Howards End |
"But you are Paul." | Aunt Juley | some silliness of Paul s."<|quote|>"But you are Paul."</|quote|>"I m not." "Then why | t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s."<|quote|>"But you are Paul."</|quote|>"I m not." "Then why did you say so at | getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s."<|quote|>"But you are Paul."</|quote|>"I m not." "Then why d... | lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blo... | "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, a... | He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me sa... | self-possession was extraordinary. "Very good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You s... | Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as... | Howards End |
"I m not." | Charles Wilcox | s." "But you are Paul."<|quote|>"I m not."</|quote|>"Then why did you say | s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul."<|quote|>"I m not."</|quote|>"Then why did you say so at the station?" "I | face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul."<|quote|>"I m not."</|quote|>"Then why did you say so at the stat... | has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, a... | herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Hor... | her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling to... | good indeed," she repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Yo... | he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens,... | Howards End |
"Then why did you say so at the station?" | Aunt Juley | are Paul." "I m not."<|quote|>"Then why did you say so at the station?"</|quote|>"I said nothing of the | of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not."<|quote|>"Then why did you say so at the station?"</|quote|>"I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, | she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not."<|quote|>"Then why did you say so at the station?"</|quote|>"I said noth... | misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing s... | of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the... | face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her a... | repeated, adding: "It is just what I should have wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pou... | but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then ... | Howards End |
"I said nothing of the sort." | Charles Wilcox | say so at the station?"<|quote|>"I said nothing of the sort."</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, you | not." "Then why did you say so at the station?"<|quote|>"I said nothing of the sort."</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, | already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?"<|quote|>"I said nothing of the sort."</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, you di... | way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another l... | her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect tha... | he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are ex... | wished." "Very good of you to say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performi... | as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come ... | Howards End |
"I beg your pardon, you did." | No speaker | said nothing of the sort."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, you did."</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I | so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, you did."</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is | was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, you did."</|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I did not. My na... | she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silen... | talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-pu... | he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit o... | say so," he replied, with a slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which th... | after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret h... | Howards End |
"I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." | Charles Wilcox | beg your pardon, you did."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles."</|quote|>"Younger" may mean son as | nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles."</|quote|>"Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second | then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did."<|quote|>"I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles."</|quote|>"Younger" ma... | eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath an... | so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had... | But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a gr... | slight look of surprise, which, like most slight looks, escaped Mrs. Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The... | s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he... | Howards End |
"Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. | No speaker | not. My name is Charles."<|quote|>"Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now.</|quote|>"Do you mean to tell | beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles."<|quote|>"Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now.</|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she | Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles."<|quote|>"Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to firs... | an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness... | shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schl... | beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without re... | Munt s attention. "I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train." "You see, we heard from Helen this morning." Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol, starting his engine, and performing other actions with which this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explai... | gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she s... | Howards End |
"Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" | Charles Wilcox | other questions before them now.<|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul--"</|quote|>But she did not like | said it. But they had other questions before them now.<|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul--"</|quote|>But she did not like his voice. He sounded as | did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now.<|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul--"</|quote|>But she d... | and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as... | they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her e... | come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some o... | this story has no concern. The great car began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel ... | admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me every... | Howards End |
But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. | No speaker | to tell me that Paul--"<|quote|>But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry.</|quote|>"Do you mean to tell | them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--"<|quote|>But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry.</|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your | My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--"<|quote|>But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was... | with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as op... | commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he sai... | was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windo... | began to rock, and the form of Mrs. Munt, trying to explain things, sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions. "The mater will be very glad to see you," he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the othe... | niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has ... | Howards End |
"Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" | Charles Wilcox | station, she too grew angry.<|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--"</|quote|>Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined | had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry.<|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--"</|quote|>Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the | they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry.<|quote|>"Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--"</|quote|>Mrs... | "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you m... | way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another l... | passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll lea... | he mumbled. "Hi! I say. Parcel. Parcel for Howards End. Bring it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Re... | I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and my... | Howards End |
Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. | No speaker | that Paul and your niece--"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man.</|quote|>"Yes, they care for one | you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man.</|quote|>"Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she | "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the ... | did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his v... | her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breat... | into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran ou... | it out. Hi!" A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other. With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s... | pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, h... | Howards End |
"Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," | Aunt Juley | by a severe young man.<|quote|>"Yes, they care for one another very much indeed,"</|quote|>she said. "I dare say | not going to be bullied by a severe young man.<|quote|>"Yes, they care for one another very much indeed,"</|quote|>she said. "I dare say they will tell you about | a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man.<|quote|>"Yes, they care for one another very much... | as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew ang... | getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at ... | and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor T... | whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled: "Sign, must I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox."... | myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the ... | Howards End |
she said. | No speaker | one another very much indeed,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I dare say they will | man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. | at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I dare say they wi... | said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and... | never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg ... | proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good ta... | I? Why the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is ra... | roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." H... | Howards End |
"I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." | Aunt Juley | very much indeed," she said.<|quote|>"I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning."</|quote|>And Charles clenched his fist | they care for one another very much indeed," she said.<|quote|>"I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning."</|quote|>And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the | station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said.<|quote|>"I dare say they will tell you abou... | either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your nie... | born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon... | entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry... | the -- should I sign after all this bother? Not even got a pencil on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a ... | "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a ... | Howards End |
And Charles clenched his fist and cried, | No speaker | by-and-by. We heard this morning."<|quote|>And Charles clenched his fist and cried,</|quote|>"The idiot, the idiot, the | will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning."<|quote|>And Charles clenched his fist and cried,</|quote|>"The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried | your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning."<|quote|>And Charles clenched his fi... | them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion th... | s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may ... | tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But ... | on you? Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love go... | they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "... | Howards End |
"The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" | Charles Wilcox | clenched his fist and cried,<|quote|>"The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!"</|quote|>Mrs. Munt tried to divest | heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried,<|quote|>"The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!"</|quote|>Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If | that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried,<|quote|>"The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!"</|q... | me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to ... | breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or ... | a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "He... | you to the station-master. My time s of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I... | am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she... | Howards End |
Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. | No speaker | the idiot, the little fool!"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs.</|quote|>"If that is your attitude, | fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs.</|quote|>"If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to | was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!"<|quote|>Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her ru... | like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man... | Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There... | s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece an... | of value, though yours mayn t be. Here" "--here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over ... | she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did... | Howards End |
"If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." | Aunt Juley | divest herself of her rugs.<|quote|>"If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk."</|quote|>"I beg you will do | fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs.<|quote|>"If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk."</|quote|>"I beg you will do no such thing. I take | young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs.<|quote|>"If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilco... | talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very m... | Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, ... | went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gaz... | being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, fo... | not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a ma... | Howards End |
"I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." | Charles Wilcox | Wilcox, I prefer to walk."<|quote|>"I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped."</|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not often | that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk."<|quote|>"I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped."</|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when | she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk."<|quote|>"I beg you will do no such thing. I take... | at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about... | did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other ques... | Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, ... | Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeyin... | s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be sa... | Howards End |
Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out. | No speaker | impossible, and must be stopped."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out.</|quote|>"I quite agree, sir. The | tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out.</|quote|>"I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I | fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped."<|quote|>Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was... | She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. ... | Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porte... | a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Sc... | village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you." As she said this she felt ashamed, for she was disobeying Margaret s instructions. Only disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to disc... | blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mis... | Howards End |
"I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her." | Aunt Juley | this occasion she blazed out.<|quote|>"I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her."</|quote|>Charles worked his jaws. "Considering | those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out.<|quote|>"I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her."</|quote|>Charles worked his jaws. "C... | such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out.<|quote|>"I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come ... | will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. L... | on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such i... | smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "Wha... | disobeying them in the letter, surely. Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders. Surely it was not "uncivilised or wrong" to discuss it with the young man himself, since chance had thrown them together. A reticent fellow, he made no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and sp... | all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned round in his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the ro... | Howards End |
Charles worked his jaws. | No speaker | who will not appreciate her."<|quote|>Charles worked his jaws.</|quote|>"Considering she has only known | throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her."<|quote|>Charles worked his jaws.</|quote|>"Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and | loved. On this occasion she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her."<|quote|>Charles worked his jaws.</|quote|>"Considering she ... | walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossi... | her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you a... | quavered Mrs. Munt. "Her letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been b... | no reply. Mounting by her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she ... | the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--... | Howards End |
"Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--" | Aunt Juley | her." Charles worked his jaws.<|quote|>"Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--"</|quote|>"Could you possibly lower your | those who will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws.<|quote|>"Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--"</|quote|>"Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear." | she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws.<|quote|>"Considering she has only known your brother since... | will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will co... | she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. W... | letter certainly read that way." "What way?" "That you and she--" She paused, then drooped her eyelids. "I think I catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am a... | her side, he put on gloves and spectacles, and off they drove, the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can ... | and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder. "Miss Schlegel and myself?" he asked, compressing his lips. "I trust there has been no misunderstanding," quavered Mrs. ... | Howards End |
"Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear." | Charles Wilcox | mother at a stray hotel--"<|quote|>"Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear."</|quote|>Esprit de classe--if one may | only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--"<|quote|>"Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear."</|quote|>Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in | niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--"<|quote|>"Could you possibly lower you... | s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit st... | that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt t... | catch your meaning," he said stickily. "What an extraordinary mistake!" "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh... | them with admiration. The wind was in their faces down the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has tol... | young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her, absolutely bewildered. Horror smote her to the heart, for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes, and that she had commenced her missi... | Howards End |
Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust. | No speaker | voice? The shopman will overhear."<|quote|>Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the lower orders vanished in a clo... | "Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear."<|quote|>Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the... | inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--" "Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear."<|quote|>Esprit de cl... | often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will no... | to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your a... | "Then you didn t the least--" she stammered, getting blood-red in the face, and wishing she had never been born. "Scarcely, as I am already engaged to another lady." There was a moment s silence, and then he caught his breath and exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are P... | the station road, blowing the dust into Mrs. Munt s eyes. But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire. "You can well imagine," she said, "that the news was a great shock to us." "What news?" "Mr. Wilcox," she said frankly, "Margaret has told me everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter... | She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. ... | Howards End |
"I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless." | Charles Wilcox | in a cloud of dust.<|quote|>"I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless."</|quote|>"No need to warn us, | And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust.<|quote|>"I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless."</|quote|>"No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. | de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust.<|quote|>"I warn you: Paul hasn t a pen... | to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--" "Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear." Esprit de classe--if one may ... | divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she lo... | it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be... | everything--everything. I have seen Helen s letter." He could not look her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a ... | exploded with, "Oh, good God! Don t tell me it s some silliness of Paul s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brot... | Howards End |
"No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." | Aunt Juley | a penny; it s useless."<|quote|>"No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me."</|quote|>"He has to make his | warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless."<|quote|>"No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me."</|quote|>"He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He | She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust. "I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless."<|quote|>"No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you... | will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--" "Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear." Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quiver... | Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. ... | "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. Bu... | her in the face, as his eyes were fixed on his work; he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street. But he inclined his head in her direction, and said: "I beg your pardon; I didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling to... | Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idi... | Howards End |
"He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." | Charles Wilcox | back to London with me."<|quote|>"He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool."</|quote|>She ... | good scolding and take her back to London with me."<|quote|>"He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a dow... | "I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless." "No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me."<|quote|>"He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for y... | de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust. "I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s... | lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On this occasion she blazed out. "I quite agree, sir. The thing is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appr... | as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had decei... | didn t catch." "About Helen. Helen, of course. Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this, feeling towards her as you do--indeed, all the Schlegels are exceptional. I come in no spirit of interference, but it was a great shock." They drew up opposite a draper s. Without replying, he turned r... | said for either view, and later on they said it. But they had other questions before them now. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like his voice. He sounded as if he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and... | Howards End |
She grew furious. | No speaker | so he has--a downright fool."<|quote|>She grew furious.</|quote|>"Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost | s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool."<|quote|>She grew furious.</|quote|>"Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the | He couldn t think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool."<|quote|>She grew furious.</|quote|>"Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishi... | s useless." "No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." "He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who... | those who will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--" "Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear." Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She ... | and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said... | his seat, and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain pr... | s." "But you are Paul." "I m not." "Then why did you say so at the station?" "I said nothing of the sort." "I beg your pardon, you did." "I beg your pardon, I did not. My name is Charles." "Younger" may mean son as opposed to father, or second brother as opposed to first. There is much to be said for either view, and l... | Howards End |
"Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." | Charles Wilcox | downright fool." She grew furious.<|quote|>"Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news."</|quote|>"If I were a man, | fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious.<|quote|>"Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news."</|quote|>"If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last | think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious.<|quote|>"Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news."</|quote... | need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." "He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who can stand the c... | not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--" "Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear." Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering w... | he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they... | contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had e... | is impossible, and I will come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined to sit still while she throws herself away on those who will not appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a st... | Howards End |
"If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box your ears. You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person." | Aunt Juley | time in publishing the news."<|quote|>"If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box your ears. You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person."</|quote|>"All I know is, she | Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news."<|quote|>"If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box your ears. You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person."</|quote|>"All I know is, she s spread... | be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news."<|quote|>"If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box yo... | is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." "He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for years, and when he does it must be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of... | known your brother since Wednesday, and only met your father and mother at a stray hotel--" "Could you possibly lower your voice? The shopman will overhear." Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, ... | "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning... | passage through the village. It was settling again, but not all into the road from which he had taken it. Some of it had percolated through the open windows, some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens, while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll lea... | grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard ... | Howards End |
"All I know is, she s spread the thing and he hasn t, and my father s away and I--" | Charles Wilcox | argue with such a person."<|quote|>"All I know is, she s spread the thing and he hasn t, and my father s away and I--"</|quote|>"And all that I know | dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person."<|quote|>"All I know is, she s spread the thing and he hasn t, and my father s away and I--"</|quote|>"And all that I know is--" "Might I finish my | in publishing the news." "If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box your ears. You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person."<|quote|>"All I know is, she s spread the thing and he hasn t, and my father ... | he does it must be a woman who can stand the climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." "If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I ... | lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust. "I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless." "No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has... | dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment t... | the lungs of the villagers. "I wonder when they ll learn wisdom and tar the roads," was his comment. Then a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be s... | and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said... | Howards End |
"And all that I know is--" | Aunt Juley | father s away and I--"<|quote|>"And all that I know is--"</|quote|>"Might I finish my sentence, | he hasn t, and my father s away and I--"<|quote|>"And all that I know is--"</|quote|>"Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his | You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person." "All I know is, she s spread the thing and he hasn t, and my father s away and I--"<|quote|>"And all that I know is--"</|quote|>"Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No."... | told us? Of course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." "If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box your ears. You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with he... | sir." And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust. "I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless." "No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." "He has to make his way out... | "The idiot, the idiot, the little fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her tempe... | a man ran out of the draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "He... | human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another very much indeed," she said. "I dare say they will tell you about it by-and-by. We heard this morning." And Charles clenched his fist and cried, "The idiot, the idiot, the ... | Howards End |
"Might I finish my sentence, please?" | Charles Wilcox | all that I know is--"<|quote|>"Might I finish my sentence, please?"</|quote|>"No." Charles clenched his teeth | s away and I--" "And all that I know is--"<|quote|>"Might I finish my sentence, please?"</|quote|>"No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving | my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person." "All I know is, she s spread the thing and he hasn t, and my father s away and I--" "And all that I know is--"<|quote|>"Might I finish my sentence, please?"</|quote|>"No." Charles clenched his te... | ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." "If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box your ears. You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you act... | in a cloud of dust. "I warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless." "No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." "He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of ma... | fool!" Mrs. Munt tried to divest herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to... | draper s with a roll of oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my n... | he was talking to a porter, and, certain that he had deceived her at the station, she too grew angry. "Do you mean to tell me that Paul and your niece--" Mrs. Munt--such is human nature--determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man. "Yes, they care for one another... | Howards End |
"No." | Aunt Juley | I finish my sentence, please?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>Charles clenched his teeth and | that I know is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all | in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to argue with such a person." "All I know is, she s spread the thing and he hasn t, and my father s away and I--" "And all that I know is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor sw... | a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." "If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I d box your ears. You re not fit to clean my niece s boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare--you actually dare--I decline to arg... | warn you: Paul hasn t a penny; it s useless." "No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is all the other way. My niece has been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." "He has to make his way out in Nigeria. He couldn t think of marrying for years, and w... | herself of her rugs. "If that is your attitude, Mr. Wilcox, I prefer to walk." "I beg you will do no such thing. I take you up this moment to the house. Let me tell you the thing s impossible, and must be stopped." Mrs. Munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved. On... | oilcloth, and off they went again. "Margaret could not come herself, on account of poor Tibby, so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk." "I m sorry to be so dense," said the young man, again drawing up outside a shop. "But I still haven t quite understood." "Helen, Mr. Wilcox--my niece and you." He pushed... | overhear." Esprit de classe--if one may coin the phrase--was strong in Mrs. Munt. She sat quivering while a member of the lower orders deposited a metal funnel, a saucepan, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." And the lower orders vanished in a cloud of dust. "I warn you: Paul ha... | Howards End |
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