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"Margaret," | Aunt Juley | and then she strolled home.<|quote|>"Margaret,"</|quote|>called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen | staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home.<|quote|>"Margaret,"</|quote|>called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She | which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home.<|quote|>"Margaret,"</|quote|>calle... | and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and tha... | walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gus... | as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending ... | 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 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 sa... | the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beethoven knew better. The goblins really had been there. They might return--and they did. It was as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malign... | Howards End |
called Mrs. Munt, | No speaker | then she strolled home. "Margaret,"<|quote|>called Mrs. Munt,</|quote|>"is Helen all right?" "Oh | breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret,"<|quote|>called Mrs. Munt,</|quote|>"is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going | could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret,"<|quote|>called Mrs. Munt,</|... | that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to... | quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of s... | if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending wit... | 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 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 ... | the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beethoven knew better. The goblins really had been there. They might return--and they did. It was as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth... | Howards End |
"is Helen all right?" | Aunt Juley | home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt,<|quote|>"is Helen all right?"</|quote|>"Oh yes." "She is always | air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt,<|quote|>"is Helen all right?"</|quote|>"Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle | superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt,<|quote|>"is Helen all rig... | one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and th... | universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the her... | going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, ... | 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 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 ... | 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." "No; look out for the part where you think you have done ... | Howards End |
"Oh yes." | Margaret | Munt, "is Helen all right?"<|quote|>"Oh yes."</|quote|>"She is always going away | strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?"<|quote|>"Oh yes."</|quote|>"She is always going away in the middle of a | this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?"<|quote|>"Oh yes."</|quote|>"She... | when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other m... | end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the ... | took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broa... | She heard the tune through once, and 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 sunl... | goblins and they come back," 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 heroi... | Howards End |
"She is always going away in the middle of a programme," | Tibby | Helen all right?" "Oh yes."<|quote|>"She is always going away in the middle of a programme,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "The music has | "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes."<|quote|>"She is always going away in the middle of a programme,"</|quote|>said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said | that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes."<|quote|>"She is always going a... | says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, ... | and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificenc... | of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on t... | the tune through once, and 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 struc... | he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victo... | Howards End |
said Tibby. | No speaker | the middle of a programme,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"The music has evidently moved | is always going away in the middle of a programme,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|>"The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. | life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme,"<|quote|>said Tibby.</|quote|... | She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the... | world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, ... | appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificen... | 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 Helen. ... | 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 interlude of elephants dancing, they returned and made the observation for the second time. Helen co... | Howards End |
"The music has evidently moved her deeply," | Fraulein Mosebach | of a programme," said Tibby.<|quote|>"The music has evidently moved her deeply,"</|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," | going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby.<|quote|>"The music has evidently moved her deeply,"</|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, | have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby.<|quote|>"The music has evid... | to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building an... | fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his F... | person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh,... | 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 Helen. Here Beet... | the transitional passage on the drum. For, as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts ... | Howards End |
said Fraulein Mosebach. | No speaker | has evidently moved her deeply,"<|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach.</|quote|>"Excuse me," said Margaret s | programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply,"<|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach.</|quote|>"Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for | out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply,"<|quote|>said Fraulein M... | up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside s... | in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the... | and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and s... | 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 Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, ... | interlude of elephants dancing, they returned and made the observation for the second time. Helen could not contradict them, for, once at all events, she had felt the same, and had seen the reliable walls of youth collapse. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! The goblins were right. Her brother raised his finger;... | Howards End |
"Excuse me," | Leonard | her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach.<|quote|>"Excuse me,"</|quote|>said Margaret s young man, | "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach.<|quote|>"Excuse me,"</|quote|>said Margaret s young man, who had for some time | building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach.<|quote|>"E... | all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, ... | He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins wer... | to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretch... | 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 Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him throug... | at all events, she had felt the same, and had seen the reliable walls of youth collapse. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! The goblins were right. Her brother raised his finger; it was the transitional passage on the drum. For, as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do... | Howards End |
said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, | No speaker | said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me,"<|quote|>said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence,</|quote|>"but that lady has, quite | has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me,"<|quote|>said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence,</|quote|>"but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, | walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me,"<|quote|>sa... | had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing... | the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. ... | in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out h... | 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 Helen. Here Beethoven started decorating his tune, so she heard him through once more,... | titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt... | Howards End |
"but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." | Leonard | time been preparing a sentence,<|quote|>"but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella."</|quote|>"Oh, good gracious me!--I am | man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence,<|quote|>"but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella."</|quote|>"Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after | home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence,<|quote|>"but that lady has... | statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs.... | the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trus... | mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any ... | 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 smiled at her Cousin Frieda. But Frieda, listening to Classical Music... | and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! The goblins were right. Her brother raised his finger; it was the transitional passage on the drum. For, as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a... | Howards End |
"Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." | Margaret | quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella."<|quote|>"Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen."</|quote|>"I shall miss the Four | sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella."<|quote|>"Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen."</|quote|>"I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." | "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella."<|quote|>"Oh, good graci... | this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going ... | of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed he... | and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike b... | 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... | the part where you think you have done with the goblins and they come back," 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 th... | Howards End |
"I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." | Tibby | sorry. Tibby, run after Helen."<|quote|>"I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do."</|quote|>"Tibby, love, you must go." | good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen."<|quote|>"I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do."</|quote|>"Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any | a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen."<|quote|>"I s... | meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "Th... | of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music h... | the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not... | 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 him inattentive; there were lines ac... | of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beethoven knew better. The goblins really had been there. They might return--and they did. It was as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its diss... | Howards End |
"Tibby, love, you must go." | Margaret | Serious Songs if I do."<|quote|>"Tibby, love, you must go."</|quote|>"It isn t of any | "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do."<|quote|>"Tibby, love, you must go."</|quote|>"It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, | deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do."<|quote|>"Tibby, love, you ... | right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mos... | he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happ... | all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice ... | 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 lips were parted, his pince-nez at right ... | terrible to Helen. They merely observed in passing that there was no such thing as splendour or heroism in the world. After the interlude of elephants dancing, they returned and made the observation for the second time. Helen could not contradict them, for, once at all events, she had felt the same, and had seen the re... | Howards End |
"It isn t of any consequence," | Leonard | "Tibby, love, you must go."<|quote|>"It isn t of any consequence,"</|quote|>said the young man, in | Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go."<|quote|>"It isn t of any consequence,"</|quote|>said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about | me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go."<|quote|>"It isn t of any consequence,"<... | and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said M... | to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read... | and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy h... | 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, and he h... | all events, she had felt the same, and had seen the reliable walls of youth collapse. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! The goblins were right. Her brother raised his finger; it was the transitional passage on the drum. For, as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do wh... | Howards End |
said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. | No speaker | isn t of any consequence,"<|quote|>said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella.</|quote|>"But of course it is. | love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence,"<|quote|>said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella.</|quote|>"But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to | who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence,"<|quote|>said the young man, in truth a l... | staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for so... | were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which ... | gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them?... | 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, and he had laid a thick, white hand on ei... | time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is ... | Howards End |
"But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" | Margaret | little uneasy about his umbrella.<|quote|>"But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!"</|quote|>Tibby rose to his feet, | young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella.<|quote|>"But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!"</|quote|>Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person | has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella.<|quote|>"But of course it is. Tibby! Ti... | Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my u... | is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her,... | contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say y... | 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, and he had laid a thick, white hand on either knee. And next to her was Aunt Juley, so British, and wanting to tap... | of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make al... | Howards End |
Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. | No speaker | course it is. Tibby! Tibby!"<|quote|>Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move d... | about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!"<|quote|>Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had beg... | good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!"<|quote|>Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught h... | yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I a... | he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meanin... | be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beethoven knew better. The goblins really had been ... | 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, 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... | the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beethoven knew better. The goblins really had been there. They might return--and they did. It was as if... | Howards End |
"My sister is so careless," | Margaret | not move during their performance.<|quote|>"My sister is so careless,"</|quote|>whispered Margaret. "Not at all," | had begun, and one could not move during their performance.<|quote|>"My sister is so careless,"</|quote|>whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but | on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance.<|quote|>"My sister is so careless,"</|quote|>whispered Margaret. "N... | "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up ... | meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "Th... | was as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Be... | 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; Helen said to her aunt: "Now ... | wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory,... | Howards End |
whispered Margaret. | No speaker | "My sister is so careless,"<|quote|>whispered Margaret.</|quote|>"Not at all," replied the | not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless,"<|quote|>whispered Margaret.</|quote|>"Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice | chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless,"<|quote|>whispered Margaret.</|quote|>"Not at all," replied ... | Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found ... | no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved h... | of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make al... | 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: "Now comes the wonderful movement: f... | transitional passage on the drum. For, as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of s... | Howards End |
"Not at all," | Leonard | is so careless," whispered Margaret.<|quote|>"Not at all,"</|quote|>replied the young man; but | during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret.<|quote|>"Not at all,"</|quote|>replied the young man; but his voice was dead and | the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret.<|quote|>"Not at all,"</|quote|>replied the young m... | if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and h... | meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply... | might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right ... | 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: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all ... | there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could... | Howards End |
replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. | No speaker | whispered Margaret. "Not at all,"<|quote|>replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold.</|quote|>"If you would give me | "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all,"<|quote|>replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold.</|quote|>"If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at | had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all,"<|quote|>replied the young man; but his voice was... | "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposit... | right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mos... | and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He b... | 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: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then ... | roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all t... | Howards End |
"If you would give me your address--" | Margaret | voice was dead and cold.<|quote|>"If you would give me your address--"</|quote|>"Oh, not at all, not | the young man; but his voice was dead and cold.<|quote|>"If you would give me your address--"</|quote|>"Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped | had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold.<|quote|>"If you would give me your address... | said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after ... | staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for so... | the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second... | 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" "; and Tibby implored the company generally... | to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building an... | Howards End |
"Oh, not at all, not at all;" | Leonard | would give me your address--"<|quote|>"Oh, not at all, not at all;"</|quote|>and he wrapped his greatcoat | dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--"<|quote|>"Oh, not at all, not at all;"</|quote|>and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the | it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--"<|quote|>"Oh, not at all, not at all;"</|quot... | little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs h... | she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lad... | with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattere... | 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" "; and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitiona... | fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his F... | Howards End |
and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confi... | No speaker | at all, not at all;"<|quote|>and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tib... | me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;"<|quote|>and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man though... | Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;"<|quote|>and he wrapped his greatcoat over hi... | course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during th... | "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "... | universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the her... | 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. "On the what, dear?" "On the ... | Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid va... | Howards End |
"That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." | Margaret | him her card and said,<|quote|>"That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault."</|quote|>His face brightened a little | grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said,<|quote|>"That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault."</|quote|>His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham | Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said,<|quote|>"That is where we live; if you preferred, y... | be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret reall... | hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your addres... | could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal ai... | interlude of elephants dancing, they returned and made the observation for the second time. Helen could not contradict them, for, once at all events, she had felt the same, and had seen the reliable walls of youth collapse. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! The goblins were right. Her brother raised his finger;... | of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during... | Howards End |
His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, | No speaker | has all been our fault."<|quote|>His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her,</|quote|>"It s a fine programme | to trouble you when it has all been our fault."<|quote|>His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her,</|quote|>"... | cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault."<|quote|>His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place ... | gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had... | sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling an... | and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music h... | the reliable walls of youth collapse. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! The goblins were right. Her brother raised his finger; it was the transitional passage on the drum. For, as if things were going too far, Beethoven took hold of the goblins and made them do what he wanted. He appeared in person. He gave the... | said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Ser... | Howards End |
"It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" | Leonard | that he said to her,<|quote|>"It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?"</|quote|>for this was the remark | it as a good sign that he said to her,<|quote|>"It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?"</|quote|>for this was the remark with which he had originally | His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her,<|quote|>"It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?"</|quote... | cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. I... | Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some ... | programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss ... | He appeared in person. He gave them a little push, and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnifi... | conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as ... | Howards End |
for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. | No speaker | this afternoon, is it not?"<|quote|>for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened.</|quote|>"The Beethoven s fine," said | "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?"<|quote|>for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened.</|quote|>"The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a | Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?"<|quote|>for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, ... | out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet no... | had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies... | said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn... | and they began to walk in a major key instead of in a minor, and then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and s... | truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious... | Howards End |
"The Beethoven s fine," | Margaret | opened, before the umbrella intervened.<|quote|>"The Beethoven s fine,"</|quote|>said Margaret, who was not | with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened.<|quote|>"The Beethoven s fine,"</|quote|>said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging | daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened.<|quote|>"The Beethoven s fine,"</|quote|>said Ma... | preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were hone... | this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into s... | been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrell... | then--he blew with his mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any... | the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trus... | Howards End |
said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. | No speaker | intervened. "The Beethoven s fine,"<|quote|>said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type.</|quote|>"I don t like the | originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine,"<|quote|>said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type.</|quote|>"I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn | in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine,"<|quote|>said Margaret, who was not a female of ... | for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it ... | young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trus... | "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Ti... | mouth and they were scattered! Gusts of splendour, gods and demigods contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any ... | her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside stairca... | Howards End |
"I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." | Margaret | female of the encouraging type.<|quote|>"I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming."</|quote|>"What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, | Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type.<|quote|>"I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming."</|quote|>"What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance | it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type.<|quote|>"I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Me... | to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine progr... | playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indul... | gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on ... | contending with vast swords, colour and fragrance broadcast on the field of battle, magnificent victory, magnificent death! Oh, it all burst before the girl, and she even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded b... | had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The not... | Howards End |
called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. | No speaker | that s coming." "What, what?"<|quote|>called Herr Liesecke, overhearing.</|quote|>"The Pomp and Circumstance will | don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?"<|quote|>called Herr Liesecke, overhearing.</|quote|>"The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, | which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?"<|quote|>called Herr Liesecke, overhear... | to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. ... | walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you p... | t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was ... | even stretched out her gloved hands as if it was tangible. Any fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human imp... | grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walki... | Howards End |
"Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" | Aunt Juley | Circumstance will not be fine?"<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!"</|quote|>cried her aunt. "Here have | Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?"<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!"</|quote|>cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke | fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?"<|quote|>"Oh, Margaret, you tiresome gi... | impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female o... | it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to t... | uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begu... | fate was titanic; any contest desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President ... | She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the... | Howards End |
cried her aunt. | No speaker | "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!"<|quote|>cried her aunt.</|quote|>"Here have I been persuading | Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!"<|quote|>cried her aunt.</|quote|>"Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for | not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!"<|quote|>cried her aunt.</|quote|>... | people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like... | into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has... | of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during... | desirable; conqueror and conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beet... | Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister i... | Howards End |
"Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." | Aunt Juley | tiresome girl!" cried her aunt.<|quote|>"Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret."</|quote|>"For my part, I have | be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt.<|quote|>"Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret."</|quote|>"For my part... | of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt.<|quote|>"Here have I been pers... | after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though... | trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fau... | is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their perfor... | conquered would alike be applauded by the angels of the utmost stars. And the goblins--they had not really been there at all? They were only the phantoms of cowardice and unbelief? One healthy human impulse would dispel them? Men like the Wilcoxes, or ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beethoven knew better. The go... | "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up ... | Howards End |
"For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," | Fraulein Mosebach | down our English composers, Margaret."<|quote|>"For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin,"</|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two | music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret."<|quote|>"For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin,"</|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a | Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret."<|quote|>"For my part, I have heard the compo... | said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her ... | for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it ... | "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his gr... | ex-President Roosevelt, would say yes. Beethoven knew better. The goblins really had been there. They might return--and they did. It was as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quiet... | his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if y... | Howards End |
said Fraulein Mosebach, | No speaker | heard the composition at Stettin,"<|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach,</|quote|>"on two occasions. It is | "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin,"<|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach,</|quote|>"on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you | been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin,"<|quote|>said Fraulein Mosebach,</|quote|>"on tw... | type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to sto... | like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine ... | had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs r... | really had been there. They might return--and they did. It was as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and empti... | "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do." "Tibby, love, you must go." "It isn t of any consequence," said the young man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Ti... | Howards End |
"on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." | Fraulein Mosebach | at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach,<|quote|>"on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little."</|quote|>"Frieda, you despise English music. | I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach,<|quote|>"on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little."</|quote|>"Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And | Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach,<|quote|>"on two occasions. It is dramatic, a... | t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp an... | you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this a... | one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in ... | there. They might return--and they did. It was as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the f... | programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach. "Excuse me," said Margaret s young man, who had for some time been preparing a sentence, "but that lady has, quite inadvertently, taken my umbrella." "Oh, good gracious me!--I am so sorry. Tibby, run after Helen." "I shall miss ... | Howards End |
"Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." | Aunt Juley | It is dramatic, a little."<|quote|>"Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go."</|quote|>The lovers laughed and glanced | Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little."<|quote|>"Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go."</|quote|>The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by | you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little."<|quote|>"Frieda, you despise English music. Yo... | that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work... | His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was th... | sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling an... | as if the splendour of life might boil over and waste to steam and froth. In its dissolution one heard the terrible, ominous note, and a goblin, with increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beetho... | the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a... | Howards End |
The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." | No speaker | well, Frieda, you may go."<|quote|>The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance."</|quote|>"We have this call to | he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go."<|quote|>The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance."</|quote|>"We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it | Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go."<|quote|>The lovers... | "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composit... | impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female o... | not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby h... | increased malignity, walked quietly over the universe from end to end. Panic and emptiness! Panic and emptiness! Even the flaming ramparts of the world might fall. Beethoven chose to make all right in the end. He built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He... | you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after al... | Howards End |
said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. | No speaker | Finsbury Circus, it is true,"<|quote|>said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started.</|quote|>"Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt | this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true,"<|quote|>said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started.</|quote|>"Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach | literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true,"<|quote|>said Herr Liesecke, as he edged pa... | what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakes... | remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, over... | it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, bu... | built the ramparts up. He blew with his mouth for the second time, and again the goblins were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were t... | to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. ... | Howards End |
"Margaret--" | Aunt Juley | just as the music started.<|quote|>"Margaret--"</|quote|>loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. | her and reached the gangway just as the music started.<|quote|>"Margaret--"</|quote|>loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has | and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started.<|quote|>"Margaret--"</|quote|>loudly whispered by Au... | part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at eac... | who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here hav... | thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people i... | were scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven ... | that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as... | Howards End |
loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. | No speaker | as the music started. "Margaret--"<|quote|>loudly whispered by Aunt Juley.</|quote|>"Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has | and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--"<|quote|>loudly whispered by Aunt Juley.</|quote|>"Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag | glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--"<|quote|>loudly whispered by Aunt Juley.</|q... | I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each othe... | was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I ... | that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxu... | scattered. He brought back the gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when ... | what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughe... | Howards End |
"Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." | Aunt Juley | loudly whispered by Aunt Juley.<|quote|>"Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat."</|quote|>Sure enough, there was Frieda | as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley.<|quote|>"Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat."</|quote|>Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address | by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley.<|quote|>"Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mo... | at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse,... | the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr... | Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the we... | gusts of splendour, the heroism, the youth, the magnificence of life and of death, and, amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pus... | like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine ... | Howards End |
Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. | No speaker | behind her on the seat."<|quote|>Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money.</|quote|>"Oh, what a bother--what a | left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat."<|quote|>Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money.</|quote|>"Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" | "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat."<|quote|>Sure enough, there... | despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Fin... | first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so ... | address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted ... | amid vast roarings of a superhuman joy, he led his Fifth Symphony to its conclusion. But the goblins were there. They could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to... | the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied ... | Howards End |
"Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" | Margaret | of London, and her money.<|quote|>"Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!"</|quote|>"Hush!" said all those who | her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money.<|quote|>"Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!"</|quote|>"Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine. "But | reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money.<|q... | well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Marga... | Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my... | but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the... | could return. He had said so bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be su... | trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot aff... | Howards End |
"Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine. | No speaker | a family we are! Fr--frieda!"<|quote|>"Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine.</|quote|>"But it s the number | money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!"<|quote|>"Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine.</|quote|>"But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus." | loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!"<|quote|... | glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, ... | girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraule... | glimpse into squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you whe... | is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her,... | his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbre... | Howards End |
"But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus." | Margaret | who thought the music fine.<|quote|>"But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus."</|quote|>"Might I--couldn t I--" said | Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine.<|quote|>"But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus."</|quote|>"Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and | has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine.<|quote|>"But it s the numbe... | they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful... | Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a li... | in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened ... | other things. Helen pushed her way out during the applause. She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and l... | called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t r... | Howards End |
"Might I--couldn t I--" | Leonard | they want in Finsbury Circus."<|quote|>"Might I--couldn t I--"</|quote|>said the suspicious young man, | "But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus."<|quote|>"Might I--couldn t I--"</|quote|>said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, | seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine. "But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus."<|quote|>"Might I--couldn t ... | Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough... | are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you d... | afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was s... | She desired to be alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the... | felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but M... | Howards End |
said the suspicious young man, and got very red. | No speaker | Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--"<|quote|>said the suspicious young man, and got very red.</|quote|>"Oh, I would be so | number they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--"<|quote|>said the suspicious young man, and got very red.</|quote|>"Oh, I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money | was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine. "But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--"<|quote|>said the suspicious y... | call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule... | work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art.... | as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corro... | alone. The music had summed up to her all that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walk... | was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all," replied the young man; but his voice was dead and cold. "If you would give me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped hi... | Howards End |
"Oh, I would be so grateful." | Margaret | man, and got very red.<|quote|>"Oh, I would be so grateful."</|quote|>He took the bag--money clinking | I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red.<|quote|>"Oh, I would be so grateful."</|quote|>He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the | pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine. "But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red.<|quote|>"Oh, I would be so grateful.... | said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dic... | what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakes... | her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be imp... | that had happened or could happen in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, brea... | his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he... | Howards End |
He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world. The trust that they had reposed in him was trivial, bu... | No speaker | I would be so grateful."<|quote|>He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world. The trust that they h... | and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful."<|quote|>He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world... | and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine. "But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful."<|quote|>He took the bag--money clinking insi... | past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and ... | Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Ve... | where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dr... | in her career. She read it as a tangible statement, which could never be superseded. The notes meant this and that to her, and they could have no other meaning, and life could have no other meaning. She pushed right out of the building and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then s... | when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had or... | Howards End |
"We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" | Margaret | was over and Margaret said,<|quote|>"We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?"</|quote|>he said, "Thank you," peaceably, | it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said,<|quote|>"We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?"</|quote|>he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of | the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said,<|quote|>"We live quite near; I am going ... | they had reposed in him was trivial, but he felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--pe... | "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who thought the music fine. "But it s the number they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up t... | Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my... | man, in truth a little uneasy about his umbrella. "But of course it is. Tibby! Tibby!" Tibby rose to his feet, and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four... | in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened ... | Howards End |
he said, | No speaker | we ll find your umbrella?"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"Thank you," peaceably, and followed | walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen | of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"Thank you," peaceably, and followed her o... | would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive... | the number they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the Ger... | stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, y... | and wilfully caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispere... | when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had or... | Howards End |
"Thank you," | Leonard | find your umbrella?" he said,<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>peaceably, and followed her out | with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said,<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. | alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said,<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>peaceably, and followed her out of the... | be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham ... | they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl an... | Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despis... | caught his person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "... | not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" cal... | Howards End |
peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that ... | No speaker | umbrella?" he said, "Thank you,"<|quote|>peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one inter... | and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you,"<|quote|>peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the wh... | Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you,"<|quote|>peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wishe... | over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W.... | in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine b... | Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English... | person on the backs of the chairs. By the time he had tipped up the seat and had found his hat, and had deposited his full score in safety, it was "too late" to go after Helen. The Four Serious Songs had begun, and one could not move during their performance. "My sister is so careless," whispered Margaret. "Not at all,... | Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing... | Howards End |
"How tired one gets after music!" | Margaret | to invite him to tea.<|quote|>"How tired one gets after music!"</|quote|>she began. "Do you find | culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea.<|quote|>"How tired one gets after music!"</|quote|>she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s | a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea.<|quote|>"How tired one gets after music!"</|... | live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for it... | had reposed in him was trivial, but he felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps... | Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--"... | me your address--" "Oh, not at all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that s... | and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxiou... | Howards End |
she began. | No speaker | tired one gets after music!"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Do you find the atmosphere | invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" | class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Do you find t... | there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But sh... | but he felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceiv... | laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley.... | all, not at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been... | he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the m... | Howards End |
"Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" | Leonard | gets after music!" she began.<|quote|>"Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?"</|quote|>"Yes, horribly." "But surely the | to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began.<|quote|>"Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?"</|quote|>"Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is | near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began.<|quote|>"Do you find the atmosphere of Qu... | Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him... | felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that... | glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, ... | at all;" and he wrapped his greatcoat over his knees. Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing ... | just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world. The trust that they had reposed in him was trivial, but he felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "... | Howards End |
"Yes, horribly." | Margaret | of Queen s Hall oppressive?"<|quote|>"Yes, horribly."</|quote|>"But surely the atmosphere of | "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?"<|quote|>"Yes, horribly."</|quote|>"But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more | But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?"<|quote|>"Yes, horribly."</|quote... | your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interest... | probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of... | rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful litt... | Then the Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his a... | this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr L... | Howards End |
"But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." | Leonard | s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly."<|quote|>"But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive."</|quote|>"Do you go there much?" | find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly."<|quote|>"But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive."</|quote|>"Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I | found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly."<|quote|>"But surely the... | he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels... | would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive... | their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag b... | Four Serious Songs rang shallow in Margaret s ears. Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address th... | I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world. The trust that they had repos... | Howards End |
"Do you go there much?" | Margaret | Garden is even more oppressive."<|quote|>"Do you go there much?"</|quote|>"When my work permits, I | surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive."<|quote|>"Do you go there much?"</|quote|>"When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the | the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive."<|quote|>"Do you go there mu... | Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture... | been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most t... | call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule... | all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal h... | undoing all my work. I am so anxious for him to hear what WE are doing in music. Oh,--you musn t run down our English composers, Margaret." "For my part, I have heard the composition at Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. A... | Howards End |
"When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." | Leonard | "Do you go there much?"<|quote|>"When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera."</|quote|>Helen would have exclaimed, "So | Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?"<|quote|>"When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera."</|quote|>Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the | while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?"<|quote|>"When my work permits, ... | that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning ... | badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would ris... | Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address... | had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies... | impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her ... | Howards End |
Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more... | No speaker | gallery for the Royal Opera."<|quote|>Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she di... | work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera."<|quote|>Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery a... | to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera."<|quote|>Helen would have exclaime... | to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" s... | against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going ... | and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money... | an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walking-stick too. Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her... | music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family ... | Howards End |
"This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--" | Leonard | So she made no reply.<|quote|>"This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--"</|quote|>Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? | less did she love it. So she made no reply.<|quote|>"This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--"</|quote|>Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. | could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply.<|quote|>"This year I have been three times--to... | horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret... | umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested th... | s the number they want in Finsbury Circus." "Might I--couldn t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the G... | only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it. As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little ... | of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s... | Howards End |
Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. | No speaker | three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--"<|quote|>Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew.</|quote|>"I do in a W... | "This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--"<|quote|>Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew... | horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply. "This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--"<|quote|>Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"... | more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "makin... | of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked ... | t I--" said the suspicious young man, and got very red. "Oh, I would be so grateful." He took the bag--money clinking inside it--and slipped up the gangway with it. He was just in time to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to h... | As soon as Brahms had grunted himself out, she gave him her card and said, "That is where we live; if you preferred, you could call for the umbrella after the concert, but I didn t like to trouble you when it has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see h... | Stettin," said Fraulein Mosebach, "on two occasions. It is dramatic, a little." "Frieda, you despise English music. You know you do. And English art. And English literature, except Shakespeare, and he s a German. Very well, Frieda, you may go." The lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, th... | Howards End |
"I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." | Aunt Juley | into difficulties with her nephew.<|quote|>"I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our Germa... | Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew.<|quote|>"I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end.... | I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--" Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew.<|quote|>"I do in ... | these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply. "This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, an... | him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of... | he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world. The trust that they had reposed in him was trivial, but he felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "h... | has all been our fault." His face brightened a little when he saw that Wickham Place was W. It was sad to see him corroded with suspicion, and yet not daring to be impolite, in case these well-dressed people were honest after all. She took it as a good sign that he said to her, "It s a fine programme this afternoon, is... | your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interest... | Howards End |
"But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" | Tibby | had stayed till it finished."<|quote|>"But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?"</|quote|>came Tibby s voice. "No | wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished."<|quote|>"But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?"</|quote|>came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." | every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished."<|quote|>"But surely you haven t forgotten the drum stead... | or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful,... | you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had ... | "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things... | afternoon, is it not?" for this was the remark with which he had originally opened, before the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." ... | had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as mo... | Howards End |
came Tibby s voice. | No speaker | the low C, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>came Tibby s voice.</|quote|>"No one could. It s | the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>came Tibby s voice.</|quote|>"No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" | I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?"<|quote|>came Tibby s voice.</|quote|>"No one could. It s unmis... | reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me t... | Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more... | against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going ... | the umbrella intervened. "The Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fin... | I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but s... | Howards End |
"No one could. It s unmistakable." | Tibby | Juley?" came Tibby s voice.<|quote|>"No one could. It s unmistakable."</|quote|>"A specially loud part?" hazarded | on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice.<|quote|>"No one could. It s unmistakable."</|quote|>"A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I | you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice.<|quote|>"No one could. It s unmistakable."</|quote|>"A sp... | walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concert... | "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less... | this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk... | Beethoven s fine," said Margaret, who was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresom... | permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Gard... | Howards End |
"A specially loud part?" | Aunt Juley | one could. It s unmistakable."<|quote|>"A specially loud part?"</|quote|>hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course | came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable."<|quote|>"A specially loud part?"</|quote|>hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in | the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable."<|quote|>"A specially loud part?"</|quote|>hazar... | the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to... | gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So ... | perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" h... | was not a female of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I ... | vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But s... | Howards End |
hazarded Mrs. Munt. | No speaker | unmistakable." "A specially loud part?"<|quote|>hazarded Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"Of course I do not | "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?"<|quote|>hazarded Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"Of course I do not go in for being musical," | Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?"<|quote|>hazarded Mrs. Munt.</|quote|>"Of course ... | Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish ... | endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply. "This... | slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," pea... | of the encouraging type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading H... | find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one int... | Howards End |
"Of course I do not go in for being musical," | Aunt Juley | loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"Of course I do not go in for being musical,"</|quote|>she added, the shot failing. | It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"Of course I do not go in for being musical,"</|quote|>she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a | note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt.<|quote|>"Of course I do not go in for b... | getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our Germa... | the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply. "This year I have been th... | or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed he... | type. "I don t like the Brahms, though, nor the Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to sto... | for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or ... | Howards End |
she added, the shot failing. | No speaker | go in for being musical,"<|quote|>she added, the shot failing.</|quote|>"I only care for music--a | "Of course I do not go in for being musical,"<|quote|>she added, the shot failing.</|quote|>"I only care for music--a very different thing. But still | German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical,"<|quote|>she added, the shot failing.</|quo... | WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely yo... | had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply. "This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--" Was it "Tannhouser" or... | W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was n... | Mendelssohn that came first and ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing... | cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This young man had been "had" in the past badly, perhaps overwhelmingly--and now most of his energies went in defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must sla... | Howards End |
"I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t. Some people are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is... | Aunt Juley | she added, the shot failing.<|quote|>"I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t. Some people are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall... | go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing.<|quote|>"I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t. Some people are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what the... | it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing.<|quote|>"I only care for music--a very diffe... | but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum stea... | of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply. "This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--" Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not ri... | as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a... | ugh! I don t like this Elgar that s coming." "What, what?" called Herr Liesecke, overhearing. "The Pomp and Circumstance will not be fine?" "Oh, Margaret, you tiresome girl!" cried her aunt. "Here have I been persuading Herr Liesecke to stop for Pomp and Circumstance, and you are undoing all my work. I am so anxious fo... | to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" s... | Howards End |
"Do you agree?" | Margaret | held to my opinion too."<|quote|>"Do you agree?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "Do you think | and said so, and I held to my opinion too."<|quote|>"Do you agree?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from | am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too."<|quote|>"Do you agree?"</|quote|>asked Margaret. "... | I don t. Some people are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no m... | take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mr... | music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus... | lovers laughed and glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt... | Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you walk round with me, and we ll find your umbrella?" he said, "Thank you," peaceably, and followed her out of the Queen s Hall. She wished that h... | Howards End |
asked Margaret. | No speaker | opinion too." "Do you agree?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"Do you think music is | and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I | as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?"<|quote|>asked Margaret.</|quote|>"Do you thin... | Some people are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means plea... | the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "O... | "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared hers... | glanced at each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, ... | Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing ... | Howards End |
"Do you think music is so different from pictures?" | Margaret | "Do you agree?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"Do you think music is so different from pictures?"</|quote|>"I--I should have thought so, | held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"Do you think music is so different from pictures?"</|quote|>"I--I should have thought so, kind of," he said. "So | and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret.<|quote|>"Do you think music is so differ... | are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by every... | nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course ... | find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to t... | each other. Moved by a common impulse, they rose to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! F... | Queen s Hall. She wished that he was not so anxious to hand a lady downstairs, or to carry a lady s programme for her--his class was near enough her own for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture... | Howards End |
"I--I should have thought so, kind of," | Leonard | is so different from pictures?"<|quote|>"I--I should have thought so, kind of,"</|quote|>he said. "So should I. | Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?"<|quote|>"I--I should have thought so, kind of,"</|quote|>he said. "So should I. Now, my sister declares they | means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?"<|quote|>"I--I should hav... | a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a fa... | end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the s... | horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret... | to their feet and fled from "Pomp and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little ba... | talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery fo... | Howards End |
he said. | No speaker | have thought so, kind of,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"So should I. Now, my | different from pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just | thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|... | off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, b... | friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for mus... | Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people ... | and Circumstance." "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure en... | more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "makin... | Howards End |
"So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy." | Margaret | so, kind of," he said.<|quote|>"So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy."</|quote|>Getting under way, she cried: | pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of," he said.<|quote|>"So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy."</|quote|>Getting under way, she cried: "Now, doesn t it seem | a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of," he said.<|quote|>"So should I. Now, my sister de... | they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thou... | stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very d... | even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "... | "We have this call to pay in Finsbury Circus, it is true," said Herr Liesecke, as he edged past her and reached the gangway just as the music started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Fri... | the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the yo... | Howards End |
Getting under way, she cried: | No speaker | I say she s sloppy."<|quote|>Getting under way, she cried:</|quote|>"Now, doesn t it seem | She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy."<|quote|>Getting under way, she cried:</|quote|>"Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is | you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of," he said. "So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy."<|quote|>Getting under way, she cried:</|quote|>"Now, doe... | as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music i... | s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t. Some people are the same about pictures. They can... | love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she lov... | started. "Margaret--" loudly whispered by Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are... | heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes, horribly." "But surely the atmosphere of Covent Garden is even more oppressive." "Do you go there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." ... | Howards End |
"Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of music. It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty th... | Margaret | Getting under way, she cried:<|quote|>"Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of music. It s very ing... | I say she s sloppy." Getting under way, she cried:<|quote|>"Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of... | you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of," he said. "So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy." Getting under way, she cried:<|quote|>"Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is the g... | I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pic... | part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t. Some people are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Co... | have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to the gallery at Covent Garden, but she did not "attend" it, preferring the more expensive seats; still less did she love it. So she made no reply. ... | Aunt Juley. "Margaret, Margaret! Fraulein Mosebach has left her beautiful little bag behind her on the seat." Sure enough, there was Frieda s reticule, containing her address book, her pocket dictionary, her map of London, and her money. "Oh, what a bother--what a family we are! Fr--frieda!" "Hush!" said all those who ... | there much?" "When my work permits, I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera." Helen would have exclaimed, "So do I. I love the gallery," and thus have endeared herself to the young man. Helen could do these things. But Margaret had an almost morbid horror of "drawing people out," of "making things go." She had been to... | Howards End |
Evidently these sisters quarrelled. | No speaker | his salt--that s my opinion."<|quote|>Evidently these sisters quarrelled.</|quote|>"Now, this very symphony that | Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion."<|quote|>Evidently these sisters quarrelled.</|quote|>"Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she | of music. It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion."<|quote|>Evidently these sisters quarrelled.</|quot... | it seem absurd to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of music. It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the pr... | Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I ... | was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our G... | to catch them at the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world. The trust that they had reposed in him was trivial, but he felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his... | Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t. Some people are ... | Howards End |
"Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t know. There s my brother--behind us. He treats music as music, and oh, my goodne... | Margaret | opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled.<|quote|>"Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t know. There s my brother--... | worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled.<|quote|>"Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t ... | very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled.<|quote|>"Now, this very symph... | you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of music. It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s ... | no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I should have tho... | with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till ... | the swing-door, and he received a pretty smile from the German girl and a fine bow from her cavalier. He returned to his seat upsides with the world. The trust that they had reposed in him was trivial, but he felt that it cancelled his mistrust for them, and that probably he would not be "had" over his umbrella. This y... | the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everythin... | Howards End |
An unhappy family, if talented. | No speaker | I daren t even argue."<|quote|>An unhappy family, if talented.</|quote|>"But, of course, the real | one, simply furious. With him I daren t even argue."<|quote|>An unhappy family, if talented.</|quote|>"But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has | I wonder if the day will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t know. There s my brother--behind us. He treats music as music, and oh, my goodness! He makes me angrier than any one, simply furious. With him I daren t even argue."<|quote|>An unhappy family, if talented.</|quote|>"But, of course, th... | Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day w... | She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy." Getting under way, she cried: "Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the... | Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t... | defending himself against the unknown. But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite... | friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for mus... | Howards End |
"But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now and then in history there do come these terrible geniuses, like Wagner, who stir ... | Margaret | An unhappy family, if talented.<|quote|>"But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now and then in history there do come these t... | I daren t even argue." An unhappy family, if talented.<|quote|>"But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now and then in histor... | will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t know. There s my brother--behind us. He treats music as music, and oh, my goodness! He makes me angrier than any one, simply furious. With him I daren t even argue." An unhappy family, if talented.<|quote|>"But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He ... | Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day will ever return when music w... | I say she s sloppy." Getting under way, she cried: "Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of music. ... | voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a thing and when I don t. Some people are the same... | But this afternoon--perhaps on account of music--he perceived that one must slack off occasionally or what is the good of being alive? Wickham Place, W., though a risk, was as safe as most things, and he would risk it. So when the concert was over and Margaret said, "We live quite near; I am going there now. Could you ... | of," he said. "So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy." Getting under way, she cried: "Now, doesn t it seem absurd to you? What is the good of the Arts if they re interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the... | Howards End |
Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he would have caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh, to be well informed, discoursing at ease on every subject that a lady started! But it would take one years. With an hour at lu... | No speaker | s what Wagner s done."<|quote|>Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he would have caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh, to be well informed, discoursing at ease on every subject that a lady started! But it would tak... | will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done."<|quote|>Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he would have caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh, to be well informed, discoursing at ease on every subject that a lad... | of thought at once. For a moment it s splendid. Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done."<|quote|>Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like bir... | more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now and then in history there do come these terrible geniuses, like Wagner, who stir up all the wells of thought at once. For a moment it s sp... | my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t know. There s my brother--behin... | assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by everything. There was a thing--something about a faun in French--which Helen went into ecstasies over, but I thought it most tinkling and superficial, and said so, and I held to my opinion too." "Do you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictu... | for its manners to vex her. But she found him interesting on the whole--every one interested the Schlegels on the whole at that time--and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea. "How tired one gets after music!" she began. "Do you find the atmosphere of Queen s Hall oppressive?" "Yes... | agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of," he said. "So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy." Getting under way, she cried: "Now, doesn t it seem absurd t... | Howards End |
"I suppose my umbrella will be all right," | Leonard | steady beat of a drum.<|quote|>"I suppose my umbrella will be all right,"</|quote|>he was thinking. "I don | the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum.<|quote|>"I suppose my umbrella will be all right,"</|quote|>he was thinking. "I don t really mind about it. | Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was the real trouble. Behind Monet and Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum.<|quote|>"I suppose my umbrella wil... | it would take one years. With an hour at lunch and a few shattered hours in the evening, how was it possible to catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them toget... | wells of thought at once. For a moment it s splendid. Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done." Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds... | into the language of music. It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrell... | she love it. So she made no reply. "This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--" Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into d... | It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony... | Howards End |
he was thinking. | No speaker | umbrella will be all right,"<|quote|>he was thinking.</|quote|>"I don t really mind | a drum. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right,"<|quote|>he was thinking.</|quote|>"I don t really mind about it. I will think | string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was the real trouble. Behind Monet and Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right,"<|quote|>he was thinking.</|quote|>... | at lunch and a few shattered hours in the evening, how was it possible to catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make... | it s splendid. Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done." Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he w... | ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we v... | "This year I have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--" Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do ... | you agree?" asked Margaret. "Do you think music is so different from pictures?" "I--I should have thought so, kind of," he said. "So should I. Now, my sister declares they re just the same. We have great arguments over it. She says I m dense; I say she s sloppy." Getting under way, she cried: "Now, doesn t it seem absu... | Howards End |
"I don t really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right." | Leonard | all right," he was thinking.<|quote|>"I don t really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right."</|quote|>Earlier in the afternoon he | suppose my umbrella will be all right," he was thinking.<|quote|>"I don t really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right."</|quote|>Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought | into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was the real trouble. Behind Monet and Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right," he was thinking.<|quote|>"I don t really mind about it.... | a few shattered hours in the evening, how was it possible to catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell,"... | Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done." Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he would have caugh... | says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having-... | have been three times--to Faust, Tosca, and--" Was it "Tannhouser" or "Tannhoyser"? Better not risk the word. Margaret disliked "Tosca" and "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY reme... | interchangeable? What is the good of the ear if it tells you the same as the eye? Helen s one aim is to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of music. It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbis... | Howards End |
Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, | No speaker | umbrella will be all right."<|quote|>Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered,</|quote|>"Shall I try to do | music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right."<|quote|>Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered,</|quote|>"Shall I try to do without a programme?" There had | was the real trouble. Behind Monet and Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right," he was thinking. "I don t really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right."<|quote|>Earlier in the afternoon he had worried ab... | steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was the real trouble. Behind Monet and D... | other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done." Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he would have caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh, to be well informed, discoursing a... | radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I... | "Faust." And so, for one reason and another, they walked on in silence, chaperoned by the voice of Mrs. Munt, who was getting into difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure tha... | to translate tunes into the language of painting, and pictures into the language of music. It s very ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth... | Howards End |
"Shall I try to do without a programme?" | Leonard | Earlier still he had wondered,<|quote|>"Shall I try to do without a programme?"</|quote|>There had always been something | as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered,<|quote|>"Shall I try to do without a programme?"</|quote|>There had always been something to worry him ever since | all right," he was thinking. "I don t really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered,<|quote|>"Shall I try to do without a programme?"</|q... | could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was the real trouble. Behind Monet and Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right," he was thinking. "I don ... | the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he would have caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh, to be well informed, discoursing at ease on every subject that a lady started! But it would take one years. With an hour at lunch and a few shattered hours in ... | quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we ve just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t know. There s my brother--behind us. He treats music as music, and o... | difficulties with her nephew. "I do in a WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had... | feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now and then in history there do come these terrible geniuses, like Wagner, who stir up all the wells of thought at once. For a moment it s splendid. Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the well... | Howards End |
There had always been something to worry him ever since he could remember, always something that distracted him in the pursuit of beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying, | No speaker | to do without a programme?"<|quote|>There had always been something to worry him ever since he could remember, always something that distracted him in the pursuit of beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying,</|... | had wondered, "Shall I try to do without a programme?"<|quote|>There had always been something to worry him ever since he could remember, always something that distracted him in the pursuit of beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahe... | really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, "Shall I try to do without a programme?"<|quote|>There had always been something to worry ... | he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was the real trouble. Behind Monet and Debussy the umbrella persisted, with the steady beat of a drum. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right," he was thinking. "I don t really mind about it. I will think about music... | could talk like this, he would have caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh, to be well informed, discoursing at ease on every subject that a lady started! But it would take one years. With an hour at lunch and a few shattered hours in the evening, how was it possible to c... | just been having--she won t let it alone. She labels it with meanings from start to finish; turns it into literature. I wonder if the day will ever return when music will be treated as music. Yet I don t know. There s my brother--behind us. He treats music as music, and oh, my goodness! He makes me angrier than any one... | WAY remember the passage, Tibby, but when every instrument is so beautiful, it is difficult to pick out one thing rather than another. I am sure that you and Helen take me to the very nicest concerts. Not a dull note from beginning to end. I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely yo... | of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now and then in history there do come these terrible geniuses, like Wagner, who stir up all... | Howards End |
"Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?" | Margaret | Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying,<|quote|>"Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?"</|quote|>And once she stopped, and | away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying,<|quote|>"Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?"</|quote|>And once she stopped, and said, "Oh, do interrupt me!" | to do without a programme?" There had always been something to worry him ever since he could remember, always something that distracted him in the pursuit of beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying,<|quote|>"D... | was thinking. "I don t really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, "Shall I try to do without a programme?" There had always been some... | lunch and a few shattered hours in the evening, how was it possible to catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make th... | us. He treats music as music, and oh, my goodness! He makes me angrier than any one, simply furious. With him I daren t even argue." An unhappy family, if talented. "But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music... | I only wish that our German friends had stayed till it finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot f... | s splendid. Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done." Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he woul... | Howards End |
And once she stopped, and said, | No speaker | t you feel the same?"<|quote|>And once she stopped, and said,</|quote|>"Oh, do interrupt me!" which | t you think so? don t you feel the same?"<|quote|>And once she stopped, and said,</|quote|>"Oh, do interrupt me!" which terrified him. She did not | worry him ever since he could remember, always something that distracted him in the pursuit of beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying, "Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?"<|quote|>And once she stopp... | think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, "Shall I try to do without a programme?" There had always been something to worry him ever since he could remember, alw... | it possible to catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen um... | makes me angrier than any one, simply furious. With him I daren t even argue." An unhappy family, if talented. "But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordi... | finished." "But surely you haven t forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing.... | ingenious, and she says several pretty things in the process, but what s gained, I d like to know? Oh, it s all rubbish, radically false. If Monet s really Debussy, and Debussy s really Monet, neither gentleman is worth his salt--that s my opinion." Evidently these sisters quarrelled. "Now, this very symphony that we v... | Howards End |
"Oh, do interrupt me!" | Margaret | once she stopped, and said,<|quote|>"Oh, do interrupt me!"</|quote|>which terrified him. She did | you feel the same?" And once she stopped, and said,<|quote|>"Oh, do interrupt me!"</|quote|>which terrified him. She did not attract him, though she | remember, always something that distracted him in the pursuit of beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying, "Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?" And once she stopped, and said,<|quote|>"Oh, do interrup... | my umbrella will be all right." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, "Shall I try to do without a programme?" There had always been something to worry him ever since he could remember, always something that distracted him in ... | leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was... | simply furious. With him I daren t even argue." An unhappy family, if talented. "But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now a... | forgotten the drum steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myse... | do come these terrible geniuses, like Wagner, who stir up all the wells of thought at once. For a moment it s splendid. Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner ... | Howards End |
which terrified him. She did not attract him, though she filled him with awe. Her figure was meagre, her face seemed all teeth and eyes, her references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was probably one of those soulless, atheistical women who have been so shown up... | No speaker | said, "Oh, do interrupt me!"<|quote|>which terrified him. She did not attract him, though she filled him with awe. Her figure was meagre, her face seemed all teeth and eyes, her references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was probably one of those soulless, atheis... | And once she stopped, and said, "Oh, do interrupt me!"<|quote|>which terrified him. She did not attract him, though she filled him with awe. Her figure was meagre, her face seemed all teeth and eyes, her references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was probably one... | distracted him in the pursuit of beauty. For he did pursue beauty, and, therefore, Margaret s speeches did flutter away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying, "Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?" And once she stopped, and said, "Oh, do interrupt me!"<|quote|>which terrified him. She ... | all right." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, "Shall I try to do without a programme?" There had always been something to worry him ever since he could remember, always something that distracted him in the pursuit of beaut... | been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stolen umbrella. Yes, the umbrella was the real trouble. Behin... | I daren t even argue." An unhappy family, if talented. "But, of course, the real villain is Wagner. He has done more than any man in the nineteenth century towards the muddling of the arts. I do feel that music is in a very serious state just now, though extraordinarily interesting. Every now and then in history there ... | beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?" came Tibby s voice. "No one could. It s unmistakable." "A specially loud part?" hazarded Mrs. Munt. "Of course I do not go in for being musical," she added, the shot failing. "I only care for music--a very different thing. But still I will say this for myself--I do know when I like a ... | one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done." Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like birds. If only he could talk like this, he would have caught the world. Oh, to acquire culture! Oh, to pronounce foreign names correctly! Oh, to be well informed, discoursing at ease on every subject that a... | Howards End |
"I do hope that you ll come in and have some tea. We should be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way." | Margaret | that she should suddenly say,<|quote|>"I do hope that you ll come in and have some tea. We should be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way."</|quote|>They had arrived at Wickham | It was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say,<|quote|>"I do hope that you ll come in and have some tea. We should be so glad. I have dragged you so far out of your way."</|quote|>They had arrived at Wickham Place. The sun had set, | face seemed all teeth and eyes, her references to her sister and her brother were uncharitable. For all her cleverness and culture, she was probably one of those soulless, atheistical women who have been so shown up by Miss Corelli. It was surprising (and alarming) that she should suddenly say,<|quote|>"I do hope that ... | away from him like birds. Margaret talked ahead, occasionally saying, "Don t you think so? don t you feel the same?" And once she stopped, and said, "Oh, do interrupt me!" which terrified him. She did not attract him, though she filled him with awe. Her figure was meagre, her face seemed all teeth and eyes, her referen... | drum. "I suppose my umbrella will be all right," he was thinking. "I don t really mind about it. I will think about music instead. I suppose my umbrella will be all right." Earlier in the afternoon he had worried about seats. Ought he to have paid as much as two shillings? Earlier still he had wondered, "Shall I try to... | the wells of thought at once. For a moment it s splendid. Such a splash as never was. But afterwards--such a lot of mud; and the wells--as it were, they communicate with each other too easily now, and not one of them will run quite clear. That s what Wagner s done." Her speeches fluttered away from the young man like b... | are the same about pictures. They can go into a picture gallery--Miss Conder can--and say straight off what they feel, all round the wall. I never could do that. But music is so different from pictures, to my mind. When it comes to music I am as safe as houses, and I assure you, Tibby, I am by no means pleased by every... | was it possible to catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood? His brain might be full of names, he might have even heard of Monet and Debussy; the trouble was that he could not string them together into a sentence, he could not make them "tell," he could not quite forget about his stole... | Howards End |
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