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Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes,... | No speaker | finish my sentence, please?" "No."<|quote|>Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many word... | I know is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No."<|quote|>Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, s... | 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?" "No."<|quote|>Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all o... | 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 argue... | 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 when h... | 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 this oc... | 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 up his go... | 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 come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional person, and I am not inclined... | Howards End |
"Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." | Helen | out to meet her aunt.<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over."</|quote|>The climax was too much | Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt.<|quote|>"Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over."</|quote|>The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst | coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt.<|quote|>"Aunt Juley,... | always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their qu... | 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." "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 s... | 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, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilclo... | 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 silence, and... | 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 appreciate her." Charles worked his jaws. "Co... | Howards End |
The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. | No speaker | It isn t--it s over."<|quote|>The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears.</|quote|>"Aunt Juley dear, don t. | meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over."<|quote|>The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears.</|quote|>"Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know | more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over."<|quote|>The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She bu... | many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more... | 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?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over t... | 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 us... | 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 Paul." "I m... | 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 her, and yo... | Howards End |
"Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." | Helen | Munt. She burst into tears.<|quote|>"Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake."</|quote|>"Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling | was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears.<|quote|>"Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake."</|quote|>"Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t | motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears.<|quote|>"Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been s... | They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at ... | 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?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a ... | 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." "No need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox, I assure you. The warning is... | 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 the station?" "I said nothing of th... | 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." "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, ... | Howards End |
"Paul," | Charles Wilcox | bear up for my sake."<|quote|>"Paul,"</|quote|>cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his | It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake."<|quote|>"Paul,"</|quote|>cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let | from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake."<|quote|>"Paul,"</|quote|>cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t le... | surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to ... | I--" "And all that I know is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusua... | "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 been very foolish, and I shall give her a good scolding and take her back to London with me." "He has to make his w... | 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 opposed to father,... | 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... | Howards End |
cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. | No speaker | up for my sake." "Paul,"<|quote|>cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off.</|quote|>"Don t let them know. | wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul,"<|quote|>cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off.</|quote|>"Don t let them know. They are never to know." | Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul,"<|quote|>cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off.</|quote|>"Don t let the... | than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your c... | "And all that I know is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vig... | 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... | 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 ... | away and I--" "And all that I know is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it wi... | Howards End |
"Don t let them know. They are never to know." | Helen | Wilcox, pulling his gloves off.<|quote|>"Don t let them know. They are never to know."</|quote|>"Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! | my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off.<|quote|>"Don t let them know. They are never to know."</|quote|>"Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man | It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off.<|quote|>"Don t let them know. They are never to know."</|quote|>"Oh, my d... | incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too ... | I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that... | 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 marry... | 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... | 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 course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew... | Howards End |
"Oh, my darling Helen--" | Aunt Juley | They are never to know."<|quote|>"Oh, my darling Helen--"</|quote|>"Paul! Paul!" A very young | "Don t let them know. They are never to know."<|quote|>"Oh, my darling Helen--"</|quote|>"Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the | for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know."<|quote|>"Oh, my darling Helen--"</|quote|>"Paul! Paul!" A very young man... | few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, do... | and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schle... | 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 when he does it must be... | 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... | 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." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." "If... | Howards End |
"Paul! Paul!" | Charles Wilcox | know." "Oh, my darling Helen--"<|quote|>"Paul! Paul!"</|quote|>A very young man came | know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--"<|quote|>"Paul! Paul!"</|quote|>A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, | burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--"<|quote|>"Paul! Paul!"</|quote|>A very young man came out of the ho... | were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them kn... | swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung de... | 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 c... | 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 later on they said... | 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 her, and you dare--yo... | Howards End |
A very young man came out of the house. | No speaker | my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!"<|quote|>A very young man came out of the house.</|quote|>"Paul, is there any truth | are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!"<|quote|>A very young man came out of the house.</|quote|>"Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I | tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!"<|quote|>A very young man came out of the house.</|quote|>"Paul,... | The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so si... | over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. ... | 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... | 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. But t... | 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." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no t... | Howards End |
"Paul, is there any truth in this?" | Charles Wilcox | came out of the house.<|quote|>"Paul, is there any truth in this?"</|quote|>"I didn t--I don t--" | Paul!" A very young man came out of the house.<|quote|>"Paul, is there any truth in this?"</|quote|>"I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain | them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house.<|quote|>"Paul, is there any truth in this?"</|quote|>"I didn t--I... | looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sa... | game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in ... | 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 climate, and is in other ways--Why hasn t he... | 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 questions before them ... | 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. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." "If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last rema... | Howards End |
"I didn t--I don t--" | Paul | there any truth in this?"<|quote|>"I didn t--I don t--"</|quote|>"Yes or no, man; plain | of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?"<|quote|>"I didn t--I don t--"</|quote|>"Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or | It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?"<|quote|>"I didn t--I don t--"</|quote|>"Yes or no, man; pla... | her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, ... | which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent.... | 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 course he s ashamed. ... | 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 mean to tell me that Pau... | t, and my father s away and I--" "And all that I know is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. Bu... | Howards End |
"Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" | Charles Wilcox | "I didn t--I don t--"<|quote|>"Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--"</|quote|>"Charles, dear," said a voice | there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--"<|quote|>"Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--"</|quote|>"Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear | bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--"<|quote|>"Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did o... | have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "... | love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more s... | 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 course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fo... | 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 mean to tell me that Paul--" But she did not like h... | 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 course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Wh... | Howards End |
"Charles, dear," | Mrs. Wilcox | or didn t Miss Schlegel--"<|quote|>"Charles, dear,"</|quote|>said a voice from the | plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--"<|quote|>"Charles, dear,"</|quote|>said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one | t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--"<|quote|>"Charles, dear,"</|quote|>said a voice from the garden.... | isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Pau... | vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible after... | 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 course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Whereas Mi... | 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 porter, and, certain that... | 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 when he does it ... | Howards End |
said a voice from the garden. | No speaker | t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear,"<|quote|>said a voice from the garden.</|quote|>"Charles, dear Charles, one doesn | plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear,"<|quote|>said a voice from the garden.</|quote|>"Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There | them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear,"<|quote|>said a voice from the garden.</|quote|>"Char... | s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" ... | in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it wa... | 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 course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel ... | 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 porter, and, certain that he had d... | Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of c... | Howards End |
"Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things." | Mrs. Wilcox | a voice from the garden.<|quote|>"Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things."</|quote|>They were all silent. It | Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden.<|quote|>"Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things."</|quote|>They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached | know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden.<|quote|>"Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask pla... | much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of... | were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A fe... | 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." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publi... | 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 deceived her at the station, s... | 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, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilclo... | Howards End |
They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the young people and their motor, but to the house, and to the tree that overshadowed it. One knew that sh... | No speaker | There aren t such things."<|quote|>They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the young people and their motor, but to the house, and to the tree tha... | doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things."<|quote|>They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the young people and their motor, but to t... | the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things."<|quote|>They were all silent. It was Mrs. ... | t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "... | was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking ve... | 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 ... | 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 niece--" M... | many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more... | Howards End |
"Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." | Mrs. Wilcox | would have done. She said:<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it."</|quote|>And when they had obeyed | as a competent society hostess would have done. She said:<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it."</|quote|>And when they had obeyed her, she turn... | frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separate those human beings who will hurt each other most. The rest can wait." So she did not ask questions. Still less did she pretend that nothing had happened, as a competent society hostess would have done. She said:<|quote|>"Miss Schlegel, would you... | the past, and that the instinctive wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, sh... | don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things." They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, tra... | played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better than Schlegels. They flung decency aside. The man was young, the woman deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel w... | 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 come up and stop it. My niece is a very exceptional pe... | "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. T... | Howards End |
And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. | No speaker | all be downstairs for it."<|quote|>And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers.</|quote|>"Mother," he called, "are you | not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it."<|quote|>And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers.</|quote|>"Mother," he called, "are you aware tha... | competent society hostess would have done. She said: "Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it."<|quote|>And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elde... | help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separate those human beings who will hurt each other most. The rest can wait." So she did not ask questions. Still less did she pretend that nothing had happened, as a competent society hostess would have done. ... | It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the young people and their motor, but to the house, and to the tree that overshadowed it. One knew that she worshipped the past,... | deeply stirred; in both a vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to m... | 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. "Considering she has only known your brother since Wednesday, and only met yo... | his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that Schlegels were better than Wilcoxes, Wilcoxes better ... | Howards End |
"Mother," | Charles Wilcox | from him towards her flowers.<|quote|>"Mother,"</|quote|>he called, "are you aware | saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers.<|quote|>"Mother,"</|quote|>he called, "are you aware that Paul has been playing | I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers.<|quote|>"Mother,"</|quote|>he called, "are you aware... | questions. Still less did she pretend that nothing had happened, as a competent society hostess would have done. She said: "Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs... | people and their motor, but to the house, and to the tree that overshadowed it. One knew that she worshipped the past, and that the instinctive wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about ... | enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ... | 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... | 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?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would un... | Howards End |
he called, | No speaker | him towards her flowers. "Mother,"<|quote|>he called,</|quote|>"are you aware that Paul | a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother,"<|quote|>he called,</|quote|>"are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool | m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother,"<|quote|>he called,</|quote|>"are you aware t... | Still less did she pretend that nothing had happened, as a competent society hostess would have done. She said: "Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." A... | and their motor, but to the house, and to the tree that overshadowed it. One knew that she worshipped the past, and that the instinctive wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her anc... | The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so si... | 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... | t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "... | Howards End |
"are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?" | Charles Wilcox | her flowers. "Mother," he called,<|quote|>"are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?"</|quote|>"It is all right, dear. | turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called,<|quote|>"are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?"</|quote|>"It is all right, dear. They have broken off the | sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called,<|quote|>"are you aware that Paul has be... | did she pretend that nothing had happened, as a competent society hostess would have done. She said: "Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when the... | motor, but to the house, and to the tree that overshadowed it. One knew that she worshipped the past, and that the instinctive wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, an... | drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wa... | 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 while a member o... | isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Pau... | Howards End |
"It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement." | Mrs. Wilcox | been playing the fool again?"<|quote|>"It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement."</|quote|>"Engagement--!" "They do not love | you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?"<|quote|>"It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement."</|quote|>"Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer | they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called, "are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?"<|quote|>"It is all right, dear. They h... | hostess would have done. She said: "Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in ... | it. One knew that she worshipped the past, and that the instinctive wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frigh... | out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Char... | 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, and a garde... | I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so many words that... | Howards End |
"Engagement--!" | Charles Wilcox | have broken off the engagement."<|quote|>"Engagement--!"</|quote|>"They do not love any | is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement."<|quote|>"Engagement--!"</|quote|>"They do not love any longer, if you prefer it | still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called, "are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?" "It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement."<|quote|>"Engagement--!"</|quot... | your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, an... | instinctive wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors s... | a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them... | 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, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir.... | is--" "Might I finish my sentence, please?" "No." Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane. She screamed. So they played the game of Capping Families, a round of which is always played when love would unite two members of our race. But they played it with unusual vigour, stating in so ma... | Howards End |
"They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way," | Mrs. Wilcox | broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!"<|quote|>"They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down | all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!"<|quote|>"They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER | stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called, "are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?" "It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!"<|quote|>"They do not... | aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and wit... | wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separat... | telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them k... | 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, and a garden squirt beside the roll of oilcloth. "Right behind?" "Yes, sir." ... | Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the young people and their motor, but to the house, and to the tree that overshadowed it. One knew that she worshipped the past, and that th... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over... | No speaker | prefer it put that way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the pas... | love any longer, if you prefer it put that way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the pow... | without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called, "are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?" "It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping ... | Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. ... | we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separate those human beings who will hurt each other most. The rest can wait." So she... | over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A ... | 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... | Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things." They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in he... | Howards End |
"Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" | Aunt Juley | the crisis she had cried,<|quote|>"Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!"</|quote|>which during the journey to | in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried,<|quote|>"Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!"</|quote|>which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had | time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried,<|quote|>"Thank goodness, poor Marga... | right, dear. They have broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands... | done. She said: "Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stin... | "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things." They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had descr... | 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 course he s ashamed. ... | vein of coarseness was latent. Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels--inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley,... | Howards End |
which during the journey to London evolved into, | No speaker | poor Margaret is saved this!"<|quote|>which during the journey to London evolved into,</|quote|>"It had to be gone | she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!"<|quote|>which during the journey to London evolved into,</|quote|>"It had to be gone through by some one," which | hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!"<|quote|>which during the jou... | engagement." "Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She posses... | take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tendernes... | no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things." They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly... | 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 course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he... | Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a vo... | Howards End |
"It had to be gone through by some one," | Aunt Juley | journey to London evolved into,<|quote|>"It had to be gone through by some one,"</|quote|>which in its turn ripened | saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into,<|quote|>"It had to be gone through by some one,"</|quote|>which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of | a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into,<|quote|>"It had to be gone th... | if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past... | to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turn... | didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things." They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp ... | 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 course he s ashamed. He knows he s been a fool. And so he has--a downright fool." She grew fur... | instinctive wisdom the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors s... | Howards End |
which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of | No speaker | gone through by some one,"<|quote|>which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of</|quote|>"The one time I really | into, "It had to be gone through by some one,"<|quote|>which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of</|quote|>"The one time I really did help Emily s girls | and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one,"<|quote|>which in its turn ripened into the... | Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had f... | find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother,"... | from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn t ask plain questions. There aren t such things." They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the y... | 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." She grew furious. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no t... | Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separate those human beings who will hurt each other most. The rest can wait." So she did not ask questions. Still less did she pretend that nothing had happened, as a competent society hostess would have done. She said: "Miss Schlege... | Howards End |
"The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business." | Aunt Juley | into the permanent form of<|quote|>"The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business."</|quote|>But Helen was a more | which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of<|quote|>"The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business."</|quote|>But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had | part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of<|quote|>"The one time I really did help Em... | and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the ca... | m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called, "are you aware that Paul has been... | plain questions. There aren t such things." They were all silent. It was Mrs. Wilcox. She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the young people and their motor, but to the house, and to the... | 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. "Whereas Miss Schlegel has lost no time in publishing the news." "If I were a ma... | They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there any truth in this?" "I didn t--I don t--" "Yes or no, man; plain question, plain answer. Did or didn t Miss Schlegel--" "Charles, dear," said a voice from the garden. "Charles, dear Charles, one doesn... | Howards End |
But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had burst upon her like a thunderclap, and by them and by their reverberations she had been stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an individual, but with a family. Before Paul arrived she had, as it were, been tuned up into his key. The energy of th... | No speaker | was over the Wilcox business."<|quote|>But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had burst upon her like a thunderclap, and by them and by their reverberations she had been stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an individual, but with a family. Before Paul arrived she had, as it were, been ... | did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business."<|quote|>But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had burst upon her like a thunderclap, and by them and by their reverberations she had been stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an individual, but with a family. Before Paul arrived she... | cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business."<|quote|>But Helen was a more serious patient. ... | little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margar... | obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and smiled at him with tenderness, and without saying a word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called, "are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?" "It is all right, dear. They have broken off th... | She approached just as Helen s letter had described her, trailing noiselessly over the lawn, and there was actually a wisp of hay in her hands. She seemed to belong not to the young people and their motor, but to the house, and to the tree that overshadowed it. One knew that she worshipped the past, and that the instin... | 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 d box your ears. You re not fit... | the past can alone bestow had descended upon her--that wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separate those... | Howards End |
"Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," | Charles Wilcox | his motorcar. When Charles said,<|quote|>"Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it,"</|quote|>she had not given the | luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said,<|quote|>"Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it,"</|quote|>she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they | them, she had rejoiced. When Mr. Wilcox said that one sound man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said,<|quote|>"Why be so polite to servant... | Charles; she had liked being told that her notions of life were sheltered or academic; that Equality was nonsense, Votes for Women nonsense, Socialism nonsense, Art and Literature, except when conducive to strengthening the character, nonsense. One by one the Schlegel fetiches had been overthrown, and, though professin... | stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an individual, but with a family. Before Paul arrived she had, as it were, been tuned up into his key. The energy of the Wilcoxes had fascinated her, had created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at... | word, turned away from him towards her flowers. "Mother," he called, "are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?" "It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHA... | usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "A... | a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her... | Howards End |
she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. | No speaker | they don t understand it,"<|quote|>she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future.</|quote|>"I am swathed in cant," | be so polite to servants? they don t understand it,"<|quote|>she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future.</|quote|>"I am swathed in cant," she thought, "and it is | man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it,"<|quote|>she had not given the Schlegel... | were sheltered or academic; that Equality was nonsense, Votes for Women nonsense, Socialism nonsense, Art and Literature, except when conducive to strengthening the character, nonsense. One by one the Schlegel fetiches had been overthrown, and, though professing to defend them, she had rejoiced. When Mr. Wilcox said th... | with an individual, but with a family. Before Paul arrived she had, as it were, been tuned up into his key. The energy of the Wilcoxes had fascinated her, had created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of l... | "are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool again?" "It is all right, dear. They have broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of co... | drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I--I meant to stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wa... | "Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a rema... | Howards End |
"I am swathed in cant," | Helen | to servants in the future.<|quote|>"I am swathed in cant,"</|quote|>she thought, "and it is | vowed to be less polite to servants in the future.<|quote|>"I am swathed in cant,"</|quote|>she thought, "and it is good for me to be | luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future.<|quote|>"I am swathed in cant,"</|quote|>she thought,... | Schlegel fetiches had been overthrown, and, though professing to defend them, she had rejoiced. When Mr. Wilcox said that one sound man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions ... | had created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had... | if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past... | stop your coming. It isn t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my ... | in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business."... | Howards End |
she thought, | No speaker | "I am swathed in cant,"<|quote|>she thought,</|quote|>"and it is good for | to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant,"<|quote|>she thought,</|quote|>"and it is good for me to be stripped of | his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant,"<|quote|>she thought,</|quote|>"and it is good for me to be stri... | and, though professing to defend them, she had rejoiced. When Mr. Wilcox said that one sound man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Wh... | beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had liked being told that her... | that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many day... | t--it s over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! P... | dear. They have broken off the engagement." "Engagement--!" "They do not love any longer, if you prefer it put that way," said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. ... | Howards End |
"and it is good for me to be stripped of it." | Helen | swathed in cant," she thought,<|quote|>"and it is good for me to be stripped of it."</|quote|>And all that she thought | in the future. "I am swathed in cant," she thought,<|quote|>"and it is good for me to be stripped of it."</|quote|>And all that she thought or did or breathed was | When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant," she thought,<|quote|>"and it is good for me to be stripped of it."</|quote|>A... | professing to defend them, she had rejoiced. When Mr. Wilcox said that one sound man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so poli... | her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had liked being told that her notions o... | said Mrs. Wilcox, stooping down to smell a rose. CHAPTER IV Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over... | over." The climax was too much for Mrs. Munt. She burst into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A ... | "Miss Schlegel, would you take your aunt up to your room or to my room, whichever you think best. Paul, do find Evie, and tell her lunch for six, but I m not sure whether we shall all be downstairs for it." And when they had obeyed her, she turned to her elder son, who still stood in the throbbing, stinking car, and sm... | Howards End |
And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate him with all the splendour of those hap... | No speaker | to be stripped of it."<|quote|>And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate him with... | it is good for me to be stripped of it."<|quote|>And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to ... | t understand it," she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant," she thought, "and it is good for me to be stripped of it."<|quote|>And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation f... | that one sound man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," she had not given the S... | open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had liked being told that her notions of life were sheltered or academic; that Equality was... | Helen and her aunt returned to Wickham Place in a state of collapse, and for a little time Margaret had three invalids on her hands. Mrs. Munt soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in ... | into tears. "Aunt Juley dear, don t. Don t let them know I ve been so silly. It wasn t anything. Do bear up for my sake." "Paul," cried Charles Wilcox, pulling his gloves off. "Don t let them know. They are never to know." "Oh, my darling Helen--" "Paul! Paul!" A very young man came out of the house. "Paul, is there an... | by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over... | Howards End |
"This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." | Paul | down in him something whispered,<|quote|>"This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again."</|quote|>That was "how it happened," | and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered,<|quote|>"This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again."</|quote|>That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described | on the Sunday evening. He had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and he should have continued to talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered,<|quote|>"This girl would let you... | Paul handsomer than his brother. He was certainly a better shot, though not so good at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with any pretty girl, Helen met him halfway, or more than halfway, and turned towards him on the Sunday evening. He had been... | cant," she thought, "and it is good for me to be stripped of it." And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the hal... | of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had liked being told that ... | wisdom to which we give the clumsy name of aristocracy. High born she might not be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separate those human beings who will hurt each other most. The rest c... | were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one t... | Howards End |
That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of... | No speaker | have such a chance again."<|quote|>That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to ... | kiss her; you might not have such a chance again."<|quote|>That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so ea... | he should have continued to talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again."<|quote|>That was "how it happened," or, ... | at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with any pretty girl, Helen met him halfway, or more than halfway, and turned towards him on the Sunday evening. He had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and he should have continued to talk o... | all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate him with all the splendour of those happy d... | air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had liked being told that her notions of life were sheltered or academic; that Equality was nons... | be. But assuredly she cared about her ancestors, and let them help her. When she saw Charles angry, Paul frightened, and Mrs. Munt in tears, she heard her ancestors say, "Separate those human beings who will hurt each other most. The rest can wait." So she did not ask questions. Still less did she pretend that nothing ... | had created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had... | Howards End |
"I love you" | Paul | the darkness, he had whispered<|quote|>"I love you"</|quote|>when she was desiring love. | vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered<|quote|>"I love you"</|quote|>when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality | boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered<|quote|>"I love you"</|quote|>when she was desiring love. In time his slender p... | mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her ... | that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings. To the insular cynic and the insular moralist they offer an equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to ... | was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate him with all the splendour of those happy days, to feel that in him she should draw nearest to the robust ideal. He and she were about the same age, Evie said. Most people thought Paul hand... | soon recovered. She possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved in... | "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human be... | Howards End |
when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. | No speaker | had whispered "I love you"<|quote|>when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again.</|quote|>"I understand," said Margaret-- "at | man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you"<|quote|>when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again.</|quote|>"I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much | no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you"<|quote|>when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the sc... | an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where... | wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings. To the insular cynic and the insular moralist they offer an equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivi... | Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate him with all the splendour of those happy days, to feel that in him she should draw nearest to the robust ideal. He and she were about the same age, Evie said. Most people thought Paul handsomer than h... | possessed to a remarkable degree the power of distorting the past, and before many days were over she had forgotten the part played by her own imprudence in the catastrophe. Even at the crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be go... | met him halfway, or more than halfway, and turned towards him on the Sunday evening. He had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and he should have continued to talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep dow... | Howards End |
"I understand," | Margaret | the like of it again.<|quote|>"I understand,"</|quote|>said Margaret-- "at least, I | that followed she never saw the like of it again.<|quote|>"I understand,"</|quote|>said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever | the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again.<|quote|>"I understand,"</|quote|>said Margaret-- "at ... | events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I ... | To the insular cynic and the insular moralist they offer an equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivid the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capa... | in him she should draw nearest to the robust ideal. He and she were about the same age, Evie said. Most people thought Paul handsomer than his brother. He was certainly a better shot, though not so good at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with ... | crisis she had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business." But Helen was a more serious pa... | to talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to... | Howards End |
said Margaret-- | No speaker | of it again. "I understand,"<|quote|>said Margaret--</|quote|>"at least, I understand as | she never saw the like of it again. "I understand,"<|quote|>said Margaret--</|quote|>"at least, I understand as much as ever is understood | of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand,"<|quote|>said Margaret--</|quote|>"at least, I un... | life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" wh... | insular cynic and the insular moralist they offer an equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivid the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of ... | she should draw nearest to the robust ideal. He and she were about the same age, Evie said. Most people thought Paul handsomer than his brother. He was certainly a better shot, though not so good at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with any pre... | had cried, "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business." But Helen was a more serious patient. New ... | and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, us... | Howards End |
"at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." | Margaret | again. "I understand," said Margaret--<|quote|>"at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning."</|quote|>"It was over at once." | saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret--<|quote|>"at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning."</|quote|>"It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still | vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret--<|quote|>"at least, I understand as much... | to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she wa... | and the insular moralist they offer an equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivid the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained rela... | draw nearest to the robust ideal. He and she were about the same age, Evie said. Most people thought Paul handsomer than his brother. He was certainly a better shot, though not so good at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with any pretty girl, H... | "Thank goodness, poor Margaret is saved this!" which during the journey to London evolved into, "It had to be gone through by some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business." But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had b... | down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for ... | Howards End |
"It was over at once." | Helen | happened on the Monday morning."<|quote|>"It was over at once."</|quote|>"How, Helen?" "I was still | things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning."<|quote|>"It was over at once."</|quote|>"How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but | personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning."<|quote|>"It was over at once."</|q... | of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the v... | vivid the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by c... | his brother. He was certainly a better shot, though not so good at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with any pretty girl, Helen met him halfway, or more than halfway, and turned towards him on the Sunday evening. He had been talking of his appr... | some one," which in its turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business." But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had burst upon her like a thunderclap, and by them and by their reverberations she had been stunned. The truth was that she had fal... | he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic ... | Howards End |
"How, Helen?" | Margaret | "It was over at once."<|quote|>"How, Helen?"</|quote|>"I was still happy while | happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once."<|quote|>"How, Helen?"</|quote|>"I was still happy while I dressed, but as I | he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once."<|quote|>"How, Helen?"</|quote|>"I was still h... | was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followe... | it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial ... | a better shot, though not so good at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with any pretty girl, Helen met him halfway, or more than halfway, and turned towards him on the Sunday evening. He had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and ... | turn ripened into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business." But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had burst upon her like a thunderclap, and by them and by their reverberations she had been stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an... | of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," she had not given the Schlegel retort of, ... | Howards End |
"I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." | Helen | over at once." "How, Helen?"<|quote|>"I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times."</|quote|>"Was Paul there?" "Yes; and | the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?"<|quote|>"I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times."</|quote|>"Was Paul there?" "... | evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?"<|quote|>"I was still happy while I dre... | of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never... | Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the do... | shot, though not so good at golf. And when Paul appeared, flushed with the triumph of getting through an examination, and ready to flirt with any pretty girl, Helen met him halfway, or more than halfway, and turned towards him on the Sunday evening. He had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and he should... | into the permanent form of "The one time I really did help Emily s girls was over the Wilcox business." But Helen was a more serious patient. New ideas had burst upon her like a thunderclap, and by them and by their reverberations she had been stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an individual, ... | so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate him with all the splendour of those happy days, to feel that in him she should draw nearest to the robust ideal. He and she were about the same age, Evie said. Most people thought Paul handsomer than his brother. He was certainl... | Howards End |
"Was Paul there?" | Margaret | Mr. Wilcox reading the Times."<|quote|>"Was Paul there?"</|quote|>"Yes; and Charles was talking | t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times."<|quote|>"Was Paul there?"</|quote|>"Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and | morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times."<|quote|>"Was Paul there?"</|quote|>"Yes; and Ch... | slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "Ho... | too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had l... | Sunday evening. He had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and he should have continued to talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you ... | reverberations she had been stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an individual, but with a family. Before Paul arrived she had, as it were, been tuned up into his key. The energy of the Wilcoxes had fascinated her, had created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them ... | ready to flirt with any pretty girl, Helen met him halfway, or more than halfway, and turned towards him on the Sunday evening. He had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and he should have continued to talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was p... | Howards End |
"Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened." | Helen | the Times." "Was Paul there?"<|quote|>"Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened."</|quote|>By slight indications the sisters | tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?"<|quote|>"Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened."</|quote|>By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each | over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?"<|quote|>"Yes; and Charles was talking to him ab... | the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still hap... | do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a pat... | had been talking of his approaching exile in Nigeria, and he should have continued to talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such... | been stunned. The truth was that she had fallen in love, not with an individual, but with a family. Before Paul arrived she had, as it were, been tuned up into his key. The energy of the Wilcoxes had fascinated her, had created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sle... | possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of ... | Howards End |
By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Margaret saw horror latent in the scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her. | No speaker | shares, and he looked frightened."<|quote|>By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Margaret saw horror latent in the scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her.</|quote|>"Somehow, when that kind of | to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened."<|quote|>By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Margaret saw horror latent in the scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her.</|quote|>"Somehow, when that kind of man looks frightened it is | came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened."<|quote|>By slight indications th... | never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into t... | be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in t... | talk of it, and allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to he... | but with a family. Before Paul arrived she had, as it were, been tuned up into his key. The energy of the Wilcoxes had fascinated her, had created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to ... | allowed their guest to recover. But the heave of her bosom flattered him. Passion was possible, and he became passionate. Deep down in him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using ... | Howards End |
"Somehow, when that kind of man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox fami... | Helen | remark did not surprise her.<|quote|>"Somehow, when that kind of man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt fo... | scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her.<|quote|>"Somehow, when that kind of man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said th... | Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened." By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Margaret saw horror latent in the scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her.<|quote|>"Somehow, when that ... | what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "... | it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evo... | him something whispered, "This girl would let you kiss her; you might not have such a chance again." That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours af... | created new images of beauty in her responsive mind. To be all day with them in the open air, to sleep at night under their roof, had seemed the supreme joy of life, and had led to that abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love. She had liked giving in to Mr. Wilcox, or Evie, or Charles; she had lik... | embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender pe... | Howards End |
"I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." | Margaret | it but panic and emptiness."<|quote|>"I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife."</|quote|>"No, I don t really | I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness."<|quote|>"I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife."</|quote|>"No, I don t really think that. But Paul was | placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness."<|quote|>"I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as bei... | and Helen s next remark did not surprise her. "Somehow, when that kind of man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, ... | ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr... | equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivid the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an el... | strengthening the character, nonsense. One by one the Schlegel fetiches had been overthrown, and, though professing to defend them, she had rejoiced. When Mr. Wilcox said that one sound man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a ga... | That was "how it happened," or, rather, how Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of... | Howards End |
"No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," | Helen | genuine people, particularly the wife."<|quote|>"No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes,"</|quote|>We rather lost our heads, | Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife."<|quote|>"No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes,"</|quote|>We ra... | a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness." "I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife."<|quote|>"No, I don t really think that. B... | frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspap... | was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "Yes; and Charles was talking to him about ... | the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisi... | to defend them, she had rejoiced. When Mr. Wilcox said that one sound man of business did more good to the world than a dozen of your social reformers, she had swallowed the curious assertion without a gasp, and had leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to serva... | saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the din... | Howards End |
We rather lost our heads, | No speaker | the others were practising strokes,"<|quote|>We rather lost our heads,</|quote|>"and he looked better at | to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes,"<|quote|>We rather lost our heads,</|quote|>"and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He | Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes,"<|quote|>We rather lost... | in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness." "I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife.... | the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened." By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Margaret saw horror latent in the scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her. "Somehow, w... | an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where... | leant back luxuriously among the cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant," she thought, "and ... | went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened." By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Margare... | Howards End |
"and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said," | Helen | We rather lost our heads,<|quote|>"and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said,"</|quote|>I must beg your pardon | the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads,<|quote|>"and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said,"</|quote|>I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I | genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads,<|quote|>"and he looked b... | wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness." "I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t real... | reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened." By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Margaret saw horror latent in the scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her. "Somehow, when that kind of man looks f... | rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise an... | cushions of his motorcar. When Charles said, "Why be so polite to servants? they don t understand it," she had not given the Schlegel retort of, "If they don t understand it, I do." No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant," she thought, "and it is good for me to be stripped ... | we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise... | Howards End |
I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night. | No speaker | stopped him. Then he said,"<|quote|>I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night.</|quote|>"And I said," Nor what | to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said,"<|quote|>I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night.</|quote|>"And I said," Nor what over me; never mind. "And | said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said,"<|quote|>I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Sc... | it but panic and emptiness." "I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the o... | horror latent in the scene, and Helen s next remark did not surprise her. "Somehow, when that kind of man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in c... | nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desirin... | No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant," she thought, "and it is good for me to be stripped of it." And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so youn... | discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To Helen, at all events, her life was to bring nothing more intense than the embrace of this boy who played no part in it. He had drawn her out of the house, where there was dan... | Howards End |
"And I said," | Helen | came over me last night.<|quote|>"And I said,"</|quote|>Nor what over me; never | I can t think what came over me last night.<|quote|>"And I said,"</|quote|>Nor what over me; never mind. "And then we parted--at | better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said," I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night.<|quote|>"And I said,"</|quote|>Nor what over me; never mind. "And th... | the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though frightfully ash... | man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall ... | out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all t... | thought, "and it is good for me to be stripped of it." And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romanc... | He had drawn her out of the house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked ... | Howards End |
Nor what over me; never mind. | No speaker | last night. "And I said,"<|quote|>Nor what over me; never mind.</|quote|>"And then we parted--at least, | think what came over me last night. "And I said,"<|quote|>Nor what over me; never mind.</|quote|>"And then we parted--at least, until I remembered that I | though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said," I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night. "And I said,"<|quote|>Nor what over me; never mind.</|quote|>"And then we parted--at... | I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a... | it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and mot... | house, where there was danger of surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable... | is good for me to be stripped of it." And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate h... | wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is u... | Howards End |
"And then we parted--at least, until I remembered that I had written straight off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the sta... | Helen | what over me; never mind.<|quote|>"And then we parted--at least, until I remembered that I had written straight off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr.... | night. "And I said," Nor what over me; never mind.<|quote|>"And then we parted--at least, until I remembered that I had written straight off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the m... | speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said," I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night. "And I said," Nor what over me; never mind.<|quote|>"And then we parted--at least, until I remembered that I had written st... | But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no mon... | all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs,... | surprise and light; he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never sa... | stripped of it." And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different. Round the absent brother she began to throw the halo of Romance, to irradiate him with all the splen... | using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings. To the insular cynic and the insular moralist they offer an equ... | Howards End |
"Knew what?" | Margaret | it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew."<|quote|>"Knew what?"</|quote|>"Everything; though we neither of | horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew."<|quote|>"Knew what?"</|quote|>"Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, | screamed. I cannot think how I stood her all the other days. At last Charles and his father started for the station, and then came your telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was coming by that train, and Paul--oh, rather horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew."<|quote|>"Knew what?"</|quote|>"Everythin... | at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the other, it was not handed in at the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages till I nearly screamed. I cannot think how I stood her all the ... | straight off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had... | sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but ... | Helen described it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings. To the insular cynic and the ... | kind of man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just... | Howards End |
"Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." | Helen | Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?"<|quote|>"Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think."</|quote|>"Oh, she must have overheard | I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?"<|quote|>"Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think."</|quote|>"Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but | cannot think how I stood her all the other days. At last Charles and his father started for the station, and then came your telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was coming by that train, and Paul--oh, rather horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?"<|quote|>"Everything; though we neither ... | pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the other, it was not handed in at the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages till I nearly screamed. I cannot think how I stood her all the other day... | to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say that ... | instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptines... | it to her sister, using words even more unsympathetic than my own. But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings. To the insular cynic and the insular moralist... | it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said," I must beg your pardo... | Howards End |
"Oh, she must have overheard you." | Margaret | known all along, I think."<|quote|>"Oh, she must have overheard you."</|quote|>"I suppose so, but it | a word, and she had known all along, I think."<|quote|>"Oh, she must have overheard you."</|quote|>"I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and | the station, and then came your telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was coming by that train, and Paul--oh, rather horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think."<|quote|>"Oh, she must have overheard y... | was not handed in at the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages till I nearly screamed. I cannot think how I stood her all the other days. At last Charles and his father started for the station, and then came your telegram warning m... | for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote ... | terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness." "I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly th... | the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings. To the insular cynic and the insular moralist they offer an equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how ... | man looks frightened it is too awful. It is all right for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall ... | Howards End |
"I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" | Helen | she must have overheard you."<|quote|>"I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--"</|quote|>She sighed. "To think that | all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you."<|quote|>"I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--"</|quote|>She sigh... | telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was coming by that train, and Paul--oh, rather horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you."<|quote|>"I suppose so, but it seeme... | post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages till I nearly screamed. I cannot think how I stood her all the other days. At last Charles and his father started for the station, and then came your telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was com... | would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several times, he... | wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness." "I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t real... | that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that? It is so easy for an Englishman to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings. To the insular cynic and the insular moralist they offer an equal opportunity. It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivid the emotion was ere it... | like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room... | Howards End |
She sighed. | No speaker | disgusting business. To think that--"<|quote|>She sighed.</|quote|>"To think that because you | but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--"<|quote|>She sighed.</|quote|>"To think that because you and a young man meet | along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--"<|quote|>She sighed.</|quote|>... | father started for the station, and then came your telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was coming by that train, and Paul--oh, rather horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have ... | that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several times, he always said people would suspect something. He took it himself at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the other, it was not handed in at the post-... | t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We r... | It is so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivid the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge.... | at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said," I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night. "And I said," Nor what over me; never mind. "And then we parted--at least, ... | Howards End |
"To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger," | Margaret | To think that--" She sighed.<|quote|>"To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger,"</|quote|>supplied Margaret. Helen nodded. "I | has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed.<|quote|>"To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger,"</|quote|>supplied Margaret. Helen nodded. "I ve often thought about it, | think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed.<|quote|>"To think that bec... | for the station, and then came your telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was coming by that train, and Paul--oh, rather horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you."... | telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several times, he always said people would suspect something. He took it himself at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the other, it was not handed in at the post-office un... | that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lo... | so easy to talk of "passing emotion," and to forget how vivid the emotion was ere it passed. Our impulse to sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet w... | for us to be frightened, or for men of another sort--father, for instance; but for men like that! When I saw all the others so placid, and Paul mad with terror in case I said the wrong thing, I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud, just a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that ... | Howards End |
supplied Margaret. Helen nodded. | No speaker | all these telegrams and anger,"<|quote|>supplied Margaret. Helen nodded.</|quote|>"I ve often thought about | a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger,"<|quote|>supplied Margaret. Helen nodded.</|quote|>"I ve often thought about it, Helen. It s one | calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger,"<|quote|>supplied Margaret. Helen nodded... | horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox st... | always said people would suspect something. He took it himself at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the other, it was not handed in at the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages ... | was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to mar... | sneer, to forget, is at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven m... | I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t explain--managing the tea-urn, and Mr. Wilcox reading the Times." "Was Paul there?" "Yes; and Charles was talking to him about stocks and shares, and he looked frightened." By slight indications the sisters could convey much to each other. Marga... | Howards End |
"I ve often thought about it, Helen. It s one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that there is a great outer life that you and I have never touched--a life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supreme there. There love means marriage settlements, ... | Margaret | anger," supplied Margaret. Helen nodded.<|quote|>"I ve often thought about it, Helen. It s one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that there is a great outer life that you and I have never touched--a life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supre... | be all these telegrams and anger," supplied Margaret. Helen nodded.<|quote|>"I ve often thought about it, Helen. It s one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that there is a great outer life that you and I have never touched--a life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we t... | Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger," supplied Margaret. Helen nodded.<|quote|>"I ve often thought abou... | muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden a... | suspect something. He took it himself at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the other, it was not handed in at the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages till I nearly screamed. I... | kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though frightfully ashamed. He began a speech about having no money to marry on, but it hurt him to mak... | at root a good one. We recognise that emotion is not enough, and that men and women are personalities capable of sustained relations, not mere opportunities for an electrical discharge. Yet we rate the impulse too highly. We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open. To... | off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say t... | Howards End |
"Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." | Helen | to sloppiness in the end?"<|quote|>"Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes."</|quote|>"Don t you feel it | character. Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?"<|quote|>"Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes."</|quote|>"Don t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at | supreme, are not supreme there. There love means marriage settlements, death, death duties. So far I m clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid; often seems the real one--there s grit in it. It does breed character. Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?"<|quote|>"Oh, Meg--,... | Margaret. Helen nodded. "I ve often thought about it, Helen. It s one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that there is a great outer life that you and I have never touched--a life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supreme there. There love mean... | that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from t... | parted--at least, until I remembered that I had written straight off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Cha... | he had led her by a path he knew, until they stood under the column of the vast wych-elm. A man in the darkness, he had whispered "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it aga... | a wall of newspapers and motor-cars and golf-clubs, and that if it fell I should find nothing behind it but panic and emptiness." "I don t think that. The Wilcoxes struck me as being genuine people, particularly the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary thin... | Howards End |
"Don t you feel it now?" | Margaret | hands on all the ropes."<|quote|>"Don t you feel it now?"</|quote|>"I remember Paul at breakfast," | and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes."<|quote|>"Don t you feel it now?"</|quote|>"I remember Paul at breakfast," said Helen quietly. "I shall | horrid; often seems the real one--there s grit in it. It does breed character. Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?" "Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes."<|quote|>"Don t you feel it now?"</|quote|>"I re... | a great outer life that you and I have never touched--a life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supreme there. There love means marriage settlements, death, death duties. So far I m clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid; often seems t... | I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because y... | a telegram for me, for he knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and thou... | "I love you" when she was desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happen... | to make it, and I stopped him. Then he said," I must beg your pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night. "And I said," Nor what over me; never mind. "And then we parted--at least, until I remembered that I had written straight off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him a... | Howards End |
"I remember Paul at breakfast," | Helen | t you feel it now?"<|quote|>"I remember Paul at breakfast,"</|quote|>said Helen quietly. "I shall | on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?"<|quote|>"I remember Paul at breakfast,"</|quote|>said Helen quietly. "I shall never forget him. He had | s grit in it. It does breed character. Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?" "Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?"<|quote|>"I remember Paul at breakfast,"</|quote|>said Helen qu... | and I have never touched--a life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supreme there. There love means marriage settlements, death, death duties. So far I m clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid; often seems the real one--there s grit in... | overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a... | knew you would be coming or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several ... | desiring love. In time his slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning."... | it was not handed in at the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages till I nearly screamed. I cannot think how I stood her all the other days. At last Charles and his father started for the station, and then came your telegram warnin... | Howards End |
said Helen quietly. | No speaker | "I remember Paul at breakfast,"<|quote|>said Helen quietly.</|quote|>"I shall never forget him. | t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast,"<|quote|>said Helen quietly.</|quote|>"I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall | does breed character. Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?" "Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast,"<|quote|>said Helen quietly.</|quote|>"I shall n... | life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supreme there. There love means marriage settlements, death, death duties. So far I m clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid; often seems the real one--there s grit in it. It does breed character... | but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all thes... | or something; and he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several times, he always said peo... | slender personality faded, the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "Ho... | it, and though I wrote it out several times, he always said people would suspect something. He took it himself at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the other, it was not handed in at the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me ... | Howards End |
"I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall back upon. I know that personal relations are the real life, for ever and ever." | Helen | at breakfast," said Helen quietly.<|quote|>"I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall back upon. I know that personal relations are the real life, for ever and ever."</|quote|>"Amen!" So the Wilcox episode | it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast," said Helen quietly.<|quote|>"I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall back upon. I know that personal relations are the real life, for ever and ever."</|quote|>"Amen!" So the Wilcox episode fell into the background, leaving | Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?" "Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast," said Helen quietly.<|quote|>"I shall never forget him. He had nothing... | telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supreme there. There love means marriage settlements, death, death duties. So far I m clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid; often seems the real one--there s grit in it. It does breed character. Do personal ... | wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams an... | he tried to get hold of the motor, but Charles and Mr. Wilcox wanted it to go to the station; and Charles offered to send the telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several times, he always said people would suspect ... | the scene that he had evoked endured. In all the variable years that followed she never saw the like of it again. "I understand," said Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still hap... | pardon over this, Miss Schlegel; I can t think what came over me last night. "And I said," Nor what over me; never mind. "And then we parted--at least, until I remembered that I had written straight off to tell you the night before, and that frightened him again. I asked him to send a telegram for me, for he knew you w... | Howards End |
"Amen!" | Margaret | life, for ever and ever."<|quote|>"Amen!"</|quote|>So the Wilcox episode fell | personal relations are the real life, for ever and ever."<|quote|>"Amen!"</|quote|>So the Wilcox episode fell into the background, leaving behind | competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast," said Helen quietly. "I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall back upon. I know that personal relations are the real life, for ever and ever."<|quote|>"Amen!"</|quote|>So the Wilcox episode fell... | m clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid; often seems the real one--there s grit in it. It does breed character. Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?" "Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands... | but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger," supplied Margaret. Helen nodded. "I ve often thought about it, Helen. It s one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that th... | the telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several times, he always said people would suspect something. He took it himself at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and t... | Margaret-- "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie-... | the post-office until too late. It was the most terrible morning. Paul disliked me more and more, and Evie talked cricket averages till I nearly screamed. I cannot think how I stood her all the other days. At last Charles and his father started for the station, and then came your telegram warning me that Aunt Juley was... | Howards End |
So the Wilcox episode fell into the background, leaving behind it memories of sweetness and horror that mingled, and the sisters pursued the life that Helen had commended. They talked to each other and to other people, they filled the tall thin house at Wickham Place with those whom they liked or could befriend. They e... | No speaker | for ever and ever." "Amen!"<|quote|>So the Wilcox episode fell into the background, leaving behind it memories of sweetness and horror that mingled, and the sisters pursued the life that Helen had commended. They talked to each other and to other people, they filled the tall thin house at Wickham Place with those whom ... | relations are the real life, for ever and ever." "Amen!"<|quote|>So the Wilcox episode fell into the background, leaving behind it memories of sweetness and horror that mingled, and the sisters pursued the life that Helen had commended. They talked to each other and to other people, they filled the tall thin house at W... | and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast," said Helen quietly. "I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall back upon. I know that personal relations are the real life, for ever and ever." "Amen!"<|quote|>So the Wilcox episode fell into the background... | clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid; often seems the real one--there s grit in it. It does breed character. Do personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?" "Oh, Meg--, that s what I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands o... | it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger," supplied Margaret. Helen nodded. "I ve often thought about it, Helen. It s one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that there ... | telegram for me, and then I had to say that the telegram was of no consequence, for Paul said Charles might read it, and though I wrote it out several times, he always said people would suspect something. He took it himself at last, pretending that he must walk down to get cartridges, and, what with one thing and the o... | "at least, I understand as much as ever is understood of these things. Tell me now what happened on the Monday morning." "It was over at once." "How, Helen?" "I was still happy while I dressed, but as I came downstairs I got nervous, and when I went into the dining-room I knew it was no good. There was Evie--I can t ex... | particularly the wife." "No, I don t really think that. But Paul was so broad-shouldered; all kinds of extraordinary things made it worse, and I knew that it would never do--never. I said to him after breakfast, when the others were practising strokes," We rather lost our heads, "and he looked better at once, though fr... | Howards End |
exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied, | No speaker | Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?"<|quote|>exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied,</|quote|>"To my mind. You use | "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?"<|quote|>exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied,</|quote|>"To my mind. You use the intellect, but you no | London, and came to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?"<|quote|>exclaimed a haughty and magnif... | and knew that his children, though scarcely English of the dreadful sort, would never be German to the back-bone. He had obtained work in one of our provincial universities, and there married Poor Emily (or Die Englanderin, as the case may be), and as she had money, they proceeded to London, and came to know a good man... | another when he entered Paris, and saw the smashed windows of the Tuileries. Peace came--it was all very immense, one had turned into an Empire--but he knew that some quality had vanished for which not all Alsace-Lorraine could compensate him. Germany a commercial Power, Germany a naval Power, Germany with colonies her... | times dismiss the whole British Empire with a puzzled, if reverent, sigh. Not out of them are the shows of history erected: the world would be a grey, bloodless place were it composed entirely of Miss Schlegels. But the world being what it is, perhaps they shine out in it like stars. A word on their origin. They were n... | me that Aunt Juley was coming by that train, and Paul--oh, rather horrible--said that I had muddled it. But Mrs. Wilcox knew." "Knew what?" "Everything; though we neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles... | I felt, only not so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast," said Helen quietly. "I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall back upon. I know that personal relations are the real life, for ever and eve... | Howards End |
As the haughty nephew did not follow, he continued, | No speaker | it. That I call stupidity."<|quote|>As the haughty nephew did not follow, he continued,</|quote|>"You only care about the | you no longer care about it. That I call stupidity."<|quote|>As the haughty nephew did not follow, he continued,</|quote|>"You only care about the things that you can use, | obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?" exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied, "To my mind. You use the intellect, but you no longer care about it. That I call stupidity."<|quote|>As the hau... | provincial universities, and there married Poor Emily (or Die Englanderin, as the case may be), and as she had money, they proceeded to London, and came to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, a... | that some quality had vanished for which not all Alsace-Lorraine could compensate him. Germany a commercial Power, Germany a naval Power, Germany with colonies here and a Forward Policy there, and legitimate aspirations in the other place, might appeal to others, and be fitly served by them; for his own part, he abstai... | grey, bloodless place were it composed entirely of Miss Schlegels. But the world being what it is, perhaps they shine out in it like stars. A word on their origin. They were not "English to the back-bone," as their aunt had piously asserted. But, on the other hand, they were not "Germans of the dreadful sort." Their fa... | neither of us told her a word, and she had known all along, I think." "Oh, she must have overheard you." "I suppose so, but it seemed wonderful. When Charles and Aunt Juley drove up, calling each other names, Mrs. Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting bus... | cared deeply about politics, though not as politicians would have us care; they desired that public life should mirror whatever is good in the life within. Temperance, tolerance, and sexual equality were intelligible cries to them; whereas they did not follow our Forward Policy in Tibet with the keen attention that it ... | Howards End |
"--for the other had protested--" | No speaker | no use at all. No"<|quote|>"--for the other had protested--"</|quote|>"your Pan-Germanism is no more | intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No"<|quote|>"--for the other had protested--"</|quote|>"your Pan-Germanism is no more imaginative than is our Imperialism | you no longer care about it. That I call stupidity." As the haughty nephew did not follow, he continued, "You only care about the things that you can use, and therefore arrange them in the following order: Money, supremely useful; intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No"<|quote|>"--for the other had... | sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?" exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied, "To my mind. You use the intellect, but you no longer care ... | others, and be fitly served by them; for his own part, he abstained from the fruits of victory, and naturalised himself in England. The more earnest members of his family never forgave him, and knew that his children, though scarcely English of the dreadful sort, would never be German to the back-bone. He had obtained ... | had piously asserted. But, on the other hand, they were not "Germans of the dreadful sort." Their father had belonged to a type that was more prominent in Germany fifty years ago than now. He was not the aggressive German, so dear to the English journalist, nor the domestic German, so dear to the English wit. If one cl... | Wilcox stepped in from the garden and made everything less terrible. Ugh! but it has been a disgusting business. To think that--" She sighed. "To think that because you and a young man meet for a moment, there must be all these telegrams and anger," supplied Margaret. Helen nodded. "I ve often thought about it, Helen. ... | of sweetness and horror that mingled, and the sisters pursued the life that Helen had commended. They talked to each other and to other people, they filled the tall thin house at Wickham Place with those whom they liked or could befriend. They even attended public meetings. In their own fashion they cared deeply about ... | Howards End |
To all this Margaret listened, sitting on the haughty nephew s knee. It was a unique education for the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, c... | No speaker | will rekindle the light within?"<|quote|>To all this Margaret listened, sitting on the haughty nephew s knee. It was a unique education for the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the wor... | facts. But which of them will rekindle the light within?"<|quote|>To all this Margaret listened, sitting on the haughty nephew s knee. It was a unique education for the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed... | little courts that nurtured them--gone with Esterhazy and Weimar. What? What s that? Your universities? Oh yes, you have learned men, who collect more facts than do the learned men of England. They collect facts, and facts, and empires of facts. But which of them will rekindle the light within?"<|quote|>To all this Mar... | the same as heaven. That is not imagination. No, it kills it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and naturally. Your poets too are dying, your philosophers, your musicians, to whom Europe has listened for two hundred years. Gone. Gone with the little courts that nurtured them--go... | it. That I call stupidity." As the haughty nephew did not follow, he continued, "You only care about the things that you can use, and therefore arrange them in the following order: Money, supremely useful; intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No" "--for the other had protested--" "your Pan-Germanism... | into an Empire--but he knew that some quality had vanished for which not all Alsace-Lorraine could compensate him. Germany a commercial Power, Germany a naval Power, Germany with colonies here and a Forward Policy there, and legitimate aspirations in the other place, might appeal to others, and be fitly served by them;... | so clearly, when the Wilcoxes were so competent, and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes." "Don t you feel it now?" "I remember Paul at breakfast," said Helen quietly. "I shall never forget him. He had nothing to fall back upon. I know that personal relations are the real life, for ever and ever." "Amen!" So th... | not "Germans of the dreadful sort." Their father had belonged to a type that was more prominent in Germany fifty years ago than now. He was not the aggressive German, so dear to the English journalist, nor the domestic German, so dear to the English wit. If one classed him at all it would be as the countryman of Hegel ... | Howards End |
"Papa," | Margaret | to talk about the weather.<|quote|>"Papa,"</|quote|>she cried--she was a most | Whereat they blushed, and began to talk about the weather.<|quote|>"Papa,"</|quote|>she cried--she was a most offensive child--" "why will they | Britain had been appointed to the same post by the same authority. Were both these loud-voiced parties right? On one occasion they had met and Margaret with clasped hands had implored them to argue the subject out in her presence. Whereat they blushed, and began to talk about the weather.<|quote|>"Papa,"</|quote|>she c... | s knee. It was a unique education for the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same po... | kills it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and naturally. Your poets too are dying, your philosophers, your musicians, to whom Europe has listened for two hundred years. Gone. Gone with the little courts that nurtured them--gone with Esterhazy and Weimar. What? What s that? You... | Poor Emily (or Die Englanderin, as the case may be), and as she had money, they proceeded to London, and came to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "... | could befriend. They even attended public meetings. In their own fashion they cared deeply about politics, though not as politicians would have us care; they desired that public life should mirror whatever is good in the life within. Temperance, tolerance, and sexual equality were intelligible cries to them; whereas th... | the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?" exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied, "To my mind. You use the intellect, but you no longer c... | Howards End |
she cried--she was a most offensive child--" | No speaker | talk about the weather. "Papa,"<|quote|>she cried--she was a most offensive child--"</|quote|>"why will they not discuss | they blushed, and began to talk about the weather. "Papa,"<|quote|>she cried--she was a most offensive child--"</|quote|>"why will they not discuss this most clear question?" Her | had been appointed to the same post by the same authority. Were both these loud-voiced parties right? On one occasion they had met and Margaret with clasped hands had implored them to argue the subject out in her presence. Whereat they blushed, and began to talk about the weather. "Papa,"<|quote|>she cried--she was a m... | knee. It was a unique education for the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same post... | it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and naturally. Your poets too are dying, your philosophers, your musicians, to whom Europe has listened for two hundred years. Gone. Gone with the little courts that nurtured them--gone with Esterhazy and Weimar. What? What s that? Your univ... | Emily (or Die Englanderin, as the case may be), and as she had money, they proceeded to London, and came to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do yo... | befriend. They even attended public meetings. In their own fashion they cared deeply about politics, though not as politicians would have us care; they desired that public life should mirror whatever is good in the life within. Temperance, tolerance, and sexual equality were intelligible cries to them; whereas they did... | haughty nephew did not follow, he continued, "You only care about the things that you can use, and therefore arrange them in the following order: Money, supremely useful; intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No" "--for the other had protested--" "your Pan-Germanism is no more imaginative than is our... | Howards End |
"why will they not discuss this most clear question?" | Margaret | was a most offensive child--"<|quote|>"why will they not discuss this most clear question?"</|quote|>Her father, surveying the parties | the weather. "Papa," she cried--she was a most offensive child--"<|quote|>"why will they not discuss this most clear question?"</|quote|>Her father, surveying the parties grimly, replied that he did | by the same authority. Were both these loud-voiced parties right? On one occasion they had met and Margaret with clasped hands had implored them to argue the subject out in her presence. Whereat they blushed, and began to talk about the weather. "Papa," she cried--she was a most offensive child--"<|quote|>"why will the... | the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same post by the same authority. Were both th... | to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and naturally. Your poets too are dying, your philosophers, your musicians, to whom Europe has listened for two hundred years. Gone. Gone with the little courts that nurtured them--gone with Esterhazy and Weimar. What? What s that? Your universities? Oh yes, you have learned ... | may be), and as she had money, they proceeded to London, and came to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Unc... | their own fashion they cared deeply about politics, though not as politicians would have us care; they desired that public life should mirror whatever is good in the life within. Temperance, tolerance, and sexual equality were intelligible cries to them; whereas they did not follow our Forward Policy in Tibet with the ... | to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?" exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst... | Howards End |
Her father, surveying the parties grimly, replied that he did not know. Putting her head on one side, Margaret then remarked, | No speaker | discuss this most clear question?"<|quote|>Her father, surveying the parties grimly, replied that he did not know. Putting her head on one side, Margaret then remarked,</|quote|>"To me one of two | child--" "why will they not discuss this most clear question?"<|quote|>Her father, surveying the parties grimly, replied that he did not know. Putting her head on one side, Margaret then remarked,</|quote|>"To me one of two things is very clear; either | right? On one occasion they had met and Margaret with clasped hands had implored them to argue the subject out in her presence. Whereat they blushed, and began to talk about the weather. "Papa," she cried--she was a most offensive child--" "why will they not discuss this most clear question?"<|quote|>Her father, survey... | Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same post by the same authority. Were both these loud-voiced parties right? On one occasion th... | naturally. Your poets too are dying, your philosophers, your musicians, to whom Europe has listened for two hundred years. Gone. Gone with the little courts that nurtured them--gone with Esterhazy and Weimar. What? What s that? Your universities? Oh yes, you have learned men, who collect more facts than do the learned ... | to London, and came to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?" exclaimed a haughty and magnificent... | not as politicians would have us care; they desired that public life should mirror whatever is good in the life within. Temperance, tolerance, and sexual equality were intelligible cries to them; whereas they did not follow our Forward Policy in Tibet with the keen attention that it merits, and would at times dismiss t... | following order: Money, supremely useful; intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No" "--for the other had protested--" "your Pan-Germanism is no more imaginative than is our Imperialism over here. It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a th... | Howards End |
"To me one of two things is very clear; either God does not know his own mind about England and Germany, or else these do not know the mind of God." | Margaret | one side, Margaret then remarked,<|quote|>"To me one of two things is very clear; either God does not know his own mind about England and Germany, or else these do not know the mind of God."</|quote|>A hateful little girl, but | know. Putting her head on one side, Margaret then remarked,<|quote|>"To me one of two things is very clear; either God does not know his own mind about England and Germany, or else these do not know the mind of God."</|quote|>A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had grasped | her presence. Whereat they blushed, and began to talk about the weather. "Papa," she cried--she was a most offensive child--" "why will they not discuss this most clear question?" Her father, surveying the parties grimly, replied that he did not know. Putting her head on one side, Margaret then remarked,<|quote|>"To me... | the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same post by the same authority. Were both these loud-voiced parties right? On one occasion they had met and Margaret with clasped hands had implored them to argue the subject out in her presence. Whereat they blushed,... | with the little courts that nurtured them--gone with Esterhazy and Weimar. What? What s that? Your universities? Oh yes, you have learned men, who collect more facts than do the learned men of England. They collect facts, and facts, and empires of facts. But which of them will rekindle the light within?" To all this Ma... | his hope that the clouds of materialism obscuring the Fatherland would part in time, and the mild intellectual light re-emerge. "Do you imply that we Germans are stupid, Uncle Ernst?" exclaimed a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied, "To my mind. You use the intellect, but you no longer care about it. Th... | Temperance, tolerance, and sexual equality were intelligible cries to them; whereas they did not follow our Forward Policy in Tibet with the keen attention that it merits, and would at times dismiss the whole British Empire with a puzzled, if reverent, sigh. Not out of them are the shows of history erected: the world w... | never be German to the back-bone. He had obtained work in one of our provincial universities, and there married Poor Emily (or Die Englanderin, as the case may be), and as she had money, they proceeded to London, and came to know a good many people. But his gaze was always fixed beyond the sea. It was his hope that the... | Howards End |
A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving. Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced alon... | No speaker | know the mind of God."<|quote|>A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving. Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she ne... | or else these do not know the mind of God."<|quote|>A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving. Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation,... | surveying the parties grimly, replied that he did not know. Putting her head on one side, Margaret then remarked, "To me one of two things is very clear; either God does not know his own mind about England and Germany, or else these do not know the mind of God."<|quote|>A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had gr... | one occasion they had met and Margaret with clasped hands had implored them to argue the subject out in her presence. Whereat they blushed, and began to talk about the weather. "Papa," she cried--she was a most offensive child--" "why will they not discuss this most clear question?" Her father, surveying the parties gr... | men of England. They collect facts, and facts, and empires of facts. But which of them will rekindle the light within?" To all this Margaret listened, sitting on the haughty nephew s knee. It was a unique education for the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even hau... | a haughty and magnificent nephew. Uncle Ernst replied, "To my mind. You use the intellect, but you no longer care about it. That I call stupidity." As the haughty nephew did not follow, he continued, "You only care about the things that you can use, and therefore arrange them in the following order: Money, supremely us... | dismiss the whole British Empire with a puzzled, if reverent, sigh. Not out of them are the shows of history erected: the world would be a grey, bloodless place were it composed entirely of Miss Schlegels. But the world being what it is, perhaps they shine out in it like stars. A word on their origin. They were not "En... | s that? Your universities? Oh yes, you have learned men, who collect more facts than do the learned men of England. They collect facts, and facts, and empires of facts. But which of them will rekindle the light within?" To all this Margaret listened, sitting on the haughty nephew s knee. It was a unique education for t... | Howards End |
"Whom is Margaret talking to?" | Aunt Juley | arrives, it is still cheap.<|quote|>"Whom is Margaret talking to?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, at the | the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap.<|quote|>"Whom is Margaret talking to?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. | it in the Queen s Hall, dreariest music-room in London, though not as dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and even if you sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap.<|quote|>"Whom is Margaret talking to?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Mun... | is echt Deutsch; or like Fraulein Mosebach s young man, who can remember nothing but Fraulein Mosebach: in any case, the passion of your life becomes more vivid, and you are bound to admit that such a noise is cheap at two shillings. It is cheap, even if you hear it in the Queen s Hall, dreariest music-room in London, ... | Beethoven s Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man. All sorts and conditions are satisfied by it. Whether you are like Mrs. Munt, and tap surreptitiously when the tunes come--of course, not so as to disturb the others--or like Helen, who can see heroes and shipwrecks in th... | strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, though with a more irresponsible tread. In character she resembled her sister, but she was pretty, and so apt to have a more amusing time. People gathere... | did not follow, he continued, "You only care about the things that you can use, and therefore arrange them in the following order: Money, supremely useful; intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No" "--for the other had protested--" "your Pan-Germanism is no more imaginative than is our Imperialism ov... | The sisters were alike as little girls, but at the time of the Wilcox episode their methods were beginning to diverge; the younger was rather apt to entice people, and, in enticing them, to be herself enticed; the elder went straight ahead, and accepted an occasional failure as part of the game. Little need be premised... | Howards End |
said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. | No speaker | "Whom is Margaret talking to?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know.</|quote|>"Would it be some young | arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know.</|quote|>"Would it be some young man or other whom she | Hall, dreariest music-room in London, though not as dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and even if you sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the... | Fraulein Mosebach s young man, who can remember nothing but Fraulein Mosebach: in any case, the passion of your life becomes more vivid, and you are bound to admit that such a noise is cheap at two shillings. It is cheap, even if you hear it in the Queen s Hall, dreariest music-room in London, though not as dreary as t... | the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man. All sorts and conditions are satisfied by it. Whether you are like Mrs. Munt, and tap surreptitiously when the tunes come--of course, not so as to disturb the others--or like Helen, who can see heroes and shipwrecks in the music s flood; or like Marga... | any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, though with a more irresponsible tread. In character she resembled her sister, but she was pretty, and so apt to have a more amusing time. People gathered round her more readily, especia... | "You only care about the things that you can use, and therefore arrange them in the following order: Money, supremely useful; intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No" "--for the other had protested--" "your Pan-Germanism is no more imaginative than is our Imperialism over here. It is the vice of a v... | not know his own mind about England and Germany, or else these do not know the mind of God." A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving. Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies ne... | Howards End |
"Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" | Aunt Juley | that she did not know.<|quote|>"Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?"</|quote|>"I expect so," Helen replied. | of their party, and said that she did not know.<|quote|>"Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?"</|quote|>"I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she | of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know.<|quote|>"Would it be some young man or other whom she ... | shillings. It is cheap, even if you hear it in the Queen s Hall, dreariest music-room in London, though not as dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and even if you sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret ta... | as to disturb the others--or like Helen, who can see heroes and shipwrecks in the music s flood; or like Margaret, who can only see the music; or like Tibby, who is profoundly versed in counterpoint, and holds the full score open on his knee; or like their cousin, Fraulein Mosebach, who remembers all the time that Beet... | was pretty, and so apt to have a more amusing time. People gathered round her more readily, especially when they were new acquaintances, and she did enjoy a little homage very much. When their father died and they ruled alone at Wickham Place, she often absorbed the whole of the company, while Margaret--both were treme... | Pan-Germanism is no more imaginative than is our Imperialism over here. It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven. That is not imagination. No, i... | girl, but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving. Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines,... | Howards End |
"I expect so," | Helen | she takes an interest in?"<|quote|>"I expect so,"</|quote|>Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, | young man or other whom she takes an interest in?"<|quote|>"I expect so,"</|quote|>Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter | Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?"<|quote|>"I expect so,"</|quote|>Helen replied. Music enwrapped her... | dreariest music-room in London, though not as dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and even if you sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movemen... | the music s flood; or like Margaret, who can only see the music; or like Tibby, who is profoundly versed in counterpoint, and holds the full score open on his knee; or like their cousin, Fraulein Mosebach, who remembers all the time that Beethoven is echt Deutsch; or like Fraulein Mosebach s young man, who can remember... | her more readily, especially when they were new acquaintances, and she did enjoy a little homage very much. When their father died and they ruled alone at Wickham Place, she often absorbed the whole of the company, while Margaret--both were tremendous talkers--fell flat. Neither sister bothered about this. Helen never ... | vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven. That is not imagination. No, it kills it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at o... | and shipwrecks in the music s flood; or like Margaret, who can only see the music; or like Tibby, who is profoundly versed in counterpoint, and holds the full score open on his knee; or like their cousin, Fraulein Mosebach, who remembers all the time that Beethoven is echt Deutsch; or like Fraulein Mosebach s young man... | Howards End |
Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an interest in from young men whom one knows. | No speaker | interest in?" "I expect so,"<|quote|>Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an interest in from young men whom one knows.</|quote|>"You girls are so wonderful | other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so,"<|quote|>Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an interest in from young men whom one knows.</|quote|>"You girls are so wonderful in always having--Oh dear! one | the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so,"<|quote|>Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not ent... | London, though not as dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and even if you sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in Lond... | flood; or like Margaret, who can only see the music; or like Tibby, who is profoundly versed in counterpoint, and holds the full score open on his knee; or like their cousin, Fraulein Mosebach, who remembers all the time that Beethoven is echt Deutsch; or like Fraulein Mosebach s young man, who can remember nothing but... | especially when they were new acquaintances, and she did enjoy a little homage very much. When their father died and they ruled alone at Wickham Place, she often absorbed the whole of the company, while Margaret--both were tremendous talkers--fell flat. Neither sister bothered about this. Helen never apologised afterwa... | vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven. That is not imagination. No, it kills it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and n... | blushed, and began to talk about the weather. "Papa," she cried--she was a most offensive child--" "why will they not discuss this most clear question?" Her father, surveying the parties grimly, replied that he did not know. Putting her head on one side, Margaret then remarked, "To me one of two things is very clear; e... | Howards End |
"You girls are so wonderful in always having--Oh dear! one mustn t talk." | Aunt Juley | young men whom one knows.<|quote|>"You girls are so wonderful in always having--Oh dear! one mustn t talk."</|quote|>For the Andante had begun--very | takes an interest in from young men whom one knows.<|quote|>"You girls are so wonderful in always having--Oh dear! one mustn t talk."</|quote|>For the Andante had begun--very beautiful, but bearing a family | she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an interest in from young men whom one knows.<|quote|>"You girls are so wonderful in always having-... | you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or oth... | like their cousin, Fraulein Mosebach, who remembers all the time that Beethoven is echt Deutsch; or like Fraulein Mosebach s young man, who can remember nothing but Fraulein Mosebach: in any case, the passion of your life becomes more vivid, and you are bound to admit that such a noise is cheap at two shillings. It is ... | the whole of the company, while Margaret--both were tremendous talkers--fell flat. Neither sister bothered about this. Helen never apologised afterwards, Margaret did not feel the slightest rancour. But looks have their influence upon character. The sisters were alike as little girls, but at the time of the Wilcox epis... | miles are almost the same as heaven. That is not imagination. No, it kills it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and naturally. Your poets too are dying, your philosophers, your musicians, to whom Europe has listened for two hundred years. Gone. Gone with the little courts that ... | darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, though with a more irresponsible tread. In character she resembled her sister, but she was pretty, and so apt to h... | Howards End |
For the Andante had begun--very beautiful, but bearing a family likeness to all the other beautiful Andantes that Beethoven had written, and, to Helen s mind, rather disconnecting the heroes and shipwrecks of the first movement from the heroes and goblins of the third. She heard the tune through once, and then her atte... | No speaker | dear! one mustn t talk."<|quote|>For the Andante had begun--very beautiful, but bearing a family likeness to all the other beautiful Andantes that Beethoven had written, and, to Helen s mind, rather disconnecting the heroes and shipwrecks of the first movement from the heroes and goblins of the third. She heard the tun... | so wonderful in always having--Oh dear! one mustn t talk."<|quote|>For the Andante had begun--very beautiful, but bearing a family likeness to all the other beautiful Andantes that Beethoven had written, and, to Helen s mind, rather disconnecting the heroes and shipwrecks of the first movement from the heroes and gobli... | she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an interest in from young men whom one knows. "You girls are so wonderful in always having--Oh dear! one mustn t talk."<|quote|>For the Andante had begun--very... | is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music ... | echt Deutsch; or like Fraulein Mosebach s young man, who can remember nothing but Fraulein Mosebach: in any case, the passion of your life becomes more vivid, and you are bound to admit that such a noise is cheap at two shillings. It is cheap, even if you hear it in the Queen s Hall, dreariest music-room in London, tho... | bothered about this. Helen never apologised afterwards, Margaret did not feel the slightest rancour. But looks have their influence upon character. The sisters were alike as little girls, but at the time of the Wilcox episode their methods were beginning to diverge; the younger was rather apt to entice people, and, in ... | kills it. When their poets over here try to celebrate bigness they are dead at once, and naturally. Your poets too are dying, your philosophers, your musicians, to whom Europe has listened for two hundred years. Gone. Gone with the little courts that nurtured them--gone with Esterhazy and Weimar. What? What s that? You... | the whole of the company, while Margaret--both were tremendous talkers--fell flat. Neither sister bothered about this. Helen never apologised afterwards, Margaret did not feel the slightest rancour. But looks have their influence upon character. The sisters were alike as little girls, but at the time of the Wilcox epis... | Howards End |
"How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!" | Helen | which the October sunlight struck.<|quote|>"How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!"</|quote|>thought Helen. Here Beethoven started | clad in sallow pantaloons, on which the October sunlight struck.<|quote|>"How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!"</|quote|>thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she | then her attention wandered, and she gazed at the audience, or the organ, or the architecture. Much did she censure the attenuated Cupids who encircle the ceiling of the Queen s Hall, inclining each to each with vapid gesture, and clad in sallow pantaloons, on which the October sunlight struck.<|quote|>"How awful to ma... | the Andante had begun--very beautiful, but bearing a family likeness to all the other beautiful Andantes that Beethoven had written, and, to Helen s mind, rather disconnecting the heroes and shipwrecks of the first movement from the heroes and goblins of the third. She heard the tune through once, and then her attentio... | Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enw... | Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man. All sorts and conditions are satisfied by it. Whether you are like Mrs. Munt, and tap surreptitiously when the tunes come--of course, not so as to disturb the others--or like Helen, who can see heroes and shipwrecks in the music s fl... | knee. It was a unique education for the little girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same post... | character. The sisters were alike as little girls, but at the time of the Wilcox episode their methods were beginning to diverge; the younger was rather apt to entice people, and, in enticing them, to be herself enticed; the elder went straight ahead, and accepted an occasional failure as part of the game. Little need ... | Howards End |
thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Liesecke, too, looked as if wild horses could not make him inattentive; there were lines across his forehead, his lip... | No speaker | a man like those Cupids!"<|quote|>thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Liesecke, too, looked as if wild horses could not make him inattentive; there were ... | struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!"<|quote|>thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Liesecke, too, looked as if wild horses could not make ... | audience, or the organ, or the architecture. Much did she censure the attenuated Cupids who encircle the ceiling of the Queen s Hall, inclining each to each with vapid gesture, and clad in sallow pantaloons, on which the October sunlight struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!"<|quote|>thought Helen. Here ... | likeness to all the other beautiful Andantes that Beethoven had written, and, to Helen s mind, rather disconnecting the heroes and shipwrecks of the first movement from the heroes and goblins of the third. She heard the tune through once, and then her attention wandered, and she gazed at the audience, or the organ, or ... | of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction... | ever penetrated into the ear of man. All sorts and conditions are satisfied by it. Whether you are like Mrs. Munt, and tap surreptitiously when the tunes come--of course, not so as to disturb the others--or like Helen, who can see heroes and shipwrecks in the music s flood; or like Margaret, who can only see the music;... | girls. The haughty nephew would be at Wickham Place one day, bringing with him an even haughtier wife, both convinced that Germany was appointed by God to govern the world. Aunt Juley would come the next day, convinced that Great Britain had been appointed to the same post by the same authority. Were both these loud-vo... | who can remember nothing but Fraulein Mosebach: in any case, the passion of your life becomes more vivid, and you are bound to admit that such a noise is cheap at two shillings. It is cheap, even if you hear it in the Queen s Hall, dreariest music-room in London, though not as dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester;... | Howards End |
"Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing" | Helen | Helen said to her aunt:<|quote|>"Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing"</|quote|>"; and Tibby implored the | to her new young man; Helen said to her aunt:<|quote|>"Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing"</|quote|>"; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out | influences had gone to the making! Here Beethoven, after humming and hawing with great sweetness, said "Heigho," and the Andante came to an end. Applause, and a round of "wunderschoning" and pracht volleying from the German contingent. Margaret started talking to her new young man; Helen said to her aunt:<|quote|>"Now ... | were lines across his forehead, his lips were parted, his pince-nez at right angles to his nose, and he had laid a thick, white hand on either knee. And next to her was Aunt Juley, so British, and wanting to tap. How interesting that row of people was! What diverse influences had gone to the making! Here Beethoven, aft... | she gazed at the audience, or the organ, or the architecture. Much did she censure the attenuated Cupids who encircle the ceiling of the Queen s Hall, inclining each to each with vapid gesture, and clad in sallow pantaloons, on which the October sunlight struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!" thought Hel... | music-room in London, though not as dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and even if you sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was... | England and Germany, or else these do not know the mind of God." A hateful little girl, but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving. Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any ... | the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an interest in from young men whom one knows. "You girl... | Howards End |
"; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum. | No speaker | a trio of elephants dancing"<|quote|>"; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum.</|quote|>"On the what, dear?" "On | all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing"<|quote|>"; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum.</|quote|>"On the what, dear?" "On the drum, Aunt Juley." "No; | and the Andante came to an end. Applause, and a round of "wunderschoning" and pracht volleying from the German contingent. Margaret started talking to her new young man; Helen said to her aunt: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing"<|quote|>"; and Tibby implor... | and he had laid a thick, white hand on either knee. And next to her was Aunt Juley, so British, and wanting to tap. How interesting that row of people was! What diverse influences had gone to the making! Here Beethoven, after humming and hawing with great sweetness, said "Heigho," and the Andante came to an end. Applau... | Cupids who encircle the ceiling of the Queen s Hall, inclining each to each with vapid gesture, and clad in sallow pantaloons, on which the October sunlight struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!" thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she s... | sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, a... | but at thirteen she had grasped a dilemma that most people travel through life without perceiving. Her brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, thoug... | dreary as the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and even if you sit on the extreme left of that hall, so that the brass bumps at you before the rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickh... | Howards End |
"On the what, dear?" | Aunt Juley | transitional passage on the drum.<|quote|>"On the what, dear?"</|quote|>"On the drum, Aunt Juley." | to look out for the transitional passage on the drum.<|quote|>"On the what, dear?"</|quote|>"On the drum, Aunt Juley." "No; look out for the | the German contingent. Margaret started talking to her new young man; Helen said to her aunt: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing" "; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum.<|quote|>"On the what, dear?"<... | Juley, so British, and wanting to tap. How interesting that row of people was! What diverse influences had gone to the making! Here Beethoven, after humming and hawing with great sweetness, said "Heigho," and the Andante came to an end. Applause, and a round of "wunderschoning" and pracht volleying from the German cont... | and clad in sallow pantaloons, on which the October sunlight struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!" thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Li... | rest of the orchestra arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she tak... | brain darted up and down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, though with a more irresponsible tread. In character she resembled her sister, but she was pretty, and so ap... | the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an interest in from young men whom one knows. "You girl... | Howards End |
"On the drum, Aunt Juley." | Tibby | drum. "On the what, dear?"<|quote|>"On the drum, Aunt Juley."</|quote|>"No; look out for the | the transitional passage on the drum. "On the what, dear?"<|quote|>"On the drum, Aunt Juley."</|quote|>"No; look out for the part where you think you | started talking to her new young man; Helen said to her aunt: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing" "; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum. "On the what, dear?"<|quote|>"On the drum, Aunt Juley."</|quo... | wanting to tap. How interesting that row of people was! What diverse influences had gone to the making! Here Beethoven, after humming and hawing with great sweetness, said "Heigho," and the Andante came to an end. Applause, and a round of "wunderschoning" and pracht volleying from the German contingent. Margaret starte... | pantaloons, on which the October sunlight struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!" thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Liesecke, too, looked... | arrives, it is still cheap. "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I... | down; it grew pliant and strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, though with a more irresponsible tread. In character she resembled her sister, but she was pretty, and so apt to have a more amu... | when the tunes come--of course, not so as to disturb the others--or like Helen, who can see heroes and shipwrecks in the music s flood; or like Margaret, who can only see the music; or like Tibby, who is profoundly versed in counterpoint, and holds the full score open on his knee; or like their cousin, Fraulein Mosebac... | Howards End |
"No; look out for the part where you think you have done with the goblins and they come back," | Helen | "On the drum, Aunt Juley."<|quote|>"No; look out for the part where you think you have done with the goblins and they come back,"</|quote|>breathed Helen, as the music | drum. "On the what, dear?" "On the drum, Aunt Juley."<|quote|>"No; look out for the part where you think you have done with the goblins and they come back,"</|quote|>breathed Helen, as the music started with a goblin walking | young man; Helen said to her aunt: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing" "; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum. "On the what, dear?" "On the drum, Aunt Juley."<|quote|>"No; look out for the part where... | that row of people was! What diverse influences had gone to the making! Here Beethoven, after humming and hawing with great sweetness, said "Heigho," and the Andante came to an end. Applause, and a round of "wunderschoning" and pracht volleying from the German contingent. Margaret started talking to her new young man; ... | sunlight struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!" thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Liesecke, too, looked as if wild horses could not make... | "Whom is Margaret talking to?" said Mrs. Munt, at the conclusion of the first movement. She was again in London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. ... | strong. Her conclusion was, that any human being lies nearer to the unseen than any organisation, and from this she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, though with a more irresponsible tread. In character she resembled her sister, but she was pretty, and so apt to have a more amusing time. People gathere... | the October sunlight struck. "How awful to marry a man like those Cupids!" thought Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Liesecke, too, looked as if wild horses co... | Howards End |
breathed Helen, as the music started with a goblin walking quietly over the universe, from end to end. Others followed him. They were not aggressive creatures; it was that that made them so terrible to Helen. They merely observed in passing that there was no such thing as splendour or heroism in the world. After the in... | No speaker | goblins and they come back,"<|quote|>breathed Helen, as the music started with a goblin walking quietly over the universe, from end to end. Others followed him. They were not aggressive creatures; it was that that made them so terrible to Helen. They merely observed in passing that there was no such thing as splendour ... | you have done with the goblins and they come back,"<|quote|>breathed Helen, as the music started with a goblin walking quietly over the universe, from end to end. Others followed him. They were not aggressive creatures; it was that that made them so terrible to Helen. They merely observed in passing that there was no s... | a trio of elephants dancing" "; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum. "On the what, dear?" "On the drum, Aunt Juley." "No; look out for the part where you think you have done with the goblins and they come back,"<|quote|>breathed Helen, as the music started with ... | with great sweetness, said "Heigho," and the Andante came to an end. Applause, and a round of "wunderschoning" and pracht volleying from the German contingent. Margaret started talking to her new young man; Helen said to her aunt: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants... | so she heard him through once more, and then she smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music, could not respond. Herr Liesecke, too, looked as if wild horses could not make him inattentive; there were lines across his forehead, his lips were parted, his pince-nez at right angles to his nose, a... | London on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes a... | she never varied. Helen advanced along the same lines, though with a more irresponsible tread. In character she resembled her sister, but she was pretty, and so apt to have a more amusing time. People gathered round her more readily, especially when they were new acquaintances, and she did enjoy a little homage very mu... | on a visit to Wickham Place. Helen looked down the long line of their party, and said that she did not know. "Would it be some young man or other whom she takes an interest in?" "I expect so," Helen replied. Music enwrapped her, and she could not enter into the distinction that divides young men whom one takes an inter... | Howards End |
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